Ranma wasn’t sure how to feel at the moment. It was like everything he’d been living was a lie. All the time spent on the road with his father, all the training, all the fights, all the insanity... the pigtailed martial artist believed himself to be a man among men, like how mother always said he was... yet... this was a challenge he couldn’t face. A Saotome was supposed to accept any challenge but this... this was too much!
Dropping the pen on the desk in the manager’s office of the Pink Kitty, the raven-haired teen whimpered. “No more... I... I can’t do no more...”
Nodoka frowned. “My manly son! You can and you will! You have only gotten through twenty-eight documents and still have another seventy-three pages of paperwork to read and sign at least twice. You do want to be the owner of your own country club, don’t you?”
“Well...”
“You DO want to be able to spend time with your Best Friend with Benefits Nuku-Nuku, right?” The woman insisted. Already she was mentally cursing Genma, who was likely the reason why her son had trouble focusing on paperwork.
His shoulders sagging as he sat back in the posh swivel chair behind the ornate desk, Ranma sighed. That was true. He wanted to spend more time with Nuku-chan.
Smiling softly, the Saotome Matriarch picked up the pen and offered it to him. “Then, my manly son... you must do your duty: read over everything and sign, right away. We don’t want to have anyone else to contend with in purchasing this property. So the sooner we sign off and make the purchase before someone else realizes such a gem is available, the better!”
Ranma sadly nodded, trying to use a variation of the Kachü Tenshin Amaguriken to get the cramps out of his hand.
Sighing as it seemed to work, he slowly took the pen from his mother, took a calming breathe, and resumed working on the paperwork.
Nabiki continued to whimper. No one seemed to care.
The realtor Toramasa danced. Same result.
Nuku-Nuku cuddled her stomach. The glowing bone she puked up was still having some odd effects.
The Professor continued to work on the boat to get them off the island make the club semi-safe for human occupancy and received no thanks for it.
Nodoka cooed at her hard-working son, and wondered if tonight, she might be able to give him her final virginity.
The ghost of the succubus sighed. The android catgirl sucked at charades.
“...Nuku-Nuku not seeing you...” the android catgirl called back to the blue, glowy translucent woman dressed like a number of the ladies had been in the videos Papa-san was always renting.
Hearing that made the pigtailed teenager behind the desk raise his head and look towards his friend. “Not seeing what?” Ranma asked quietly, noticing that his only real female friend was very upset about something.
“You honestly want to know, Friend Ranma?” At seeing him nod his head, the fuchsia-tressed girl replied, “Nuku-Nuku sees dead people...” the android catgirl admitted, feeling completely spooked. This was scarier than the time Pap-san made them watch that movie about the VHS that was cursed and made people die, something about a big ring showing up and a scary woman in a gown...
If she remembered correctly, it was called, “Ryuunosuke’s Birth”.
“I’m not dead!” the Succubus that only Atsuko could see or hear snorted. “I’m only ethereal at the moment!” Which, admittedly, was MUCH better than having been reduced to simple ether and her molecules spread around an entire building in an effort to make the women hornier than they naturally were.
The android catgirl looked over her shoulder towards where the man was using his measuring tape to take stock of the wall. “Papa-san! Nuku-Nuku’s hallucination is talking to her!”
The man didn’t even pause in his actions. “Is it telling you to burn things?”
Shaking her head, the girl slowly replied, “...Nooo...”
“Then ride it out, sweetness!” he called back to her, head still turned towards said wall—yes, once he installed the new plumbing and made sure there was empty space, this would be a good spot for a hidden safe. Had to have some place to hide money from both the Japan National Tax Services and the Bitches.
Despite her internal warning telling her she shouldn’t, the catgirl once again turned towards the undead entity. “...”
The Succubus smiled.
Nuku-Nuku fidgeted under the ghost’s gaze.
The Succubus waved at her.
The catgirl nervously waved back.
Then the Succubus ghost’s eyes flashed. “...BURN THINGS!”
“PAPA-SA~AAAAAAN!!”
“Ride it out, dear,” the Professor responded.
Watching as Ranma was distracted with having to continue signining various papers, Nabiki waited for her chance. Sure, any hope of leaving her sane was gone, but she still knew of the old bastard’s office—not Gendo Ikari, but he was still an old bastard. With luck, she could drag Ranma in there, confuse Nodoka with some double- talk, and stay sane for an extra few hours until she could reach a dependable phone, call Kasumi, and ensure she had funds for a cab out of this shit!
Despite how she may have wished, no amount of blackmail over Ranma was worth this. For all she knew, little possible-Saotomes were on their way to her lowly, defenseless egg, ready to pillage and render her no likely to survive than a bimbo in a horror movie!
No! That was not her Fate! Nabiki Tendo would not end here! She would live on, unencumbered by children—especially of the Saotome-persuasion—and make more money than Bill Gates on the corpses of all she knew!
Until then... maybe she would hide out in the former owner’s private office... as he was smart enough to have high-density steel put in his walls...
With her plan for survival decided upon, Nabiki quietly broke away from the group when the chance arouse and made her way out of the business section and into the joined living quarters of the Manager’s office. She blinked her eyes as she came to a pause at the police outline of a body atop of crusty dried blood carpeting.
Odd. For a suicide, there was an outline of a pillow over the head... and there seemed to be impacts of bullets in said spaces that would pertain to the skull, the chest, and the genitals.
Oh Kami-sama... please say that was a dried out olive from the broken martini glass down there.
Closing her eyes, the middle Tendo daughter took a deep, calming breath. Not like she cared about the asshole... he had tried to take several of her ‘virginities’ she had planned to sell!
Granted, Ranma took some of them but she could still put the others up for sale! And if she was cunning enough, she might even be able to guilt Ranma into some his forms—both male and female—to include for purchase.
At, least, such had been her hope, until she her people speaking.
“Friend-Ranma, Nuku-Nuku’s stomach is not responding to command! Nuku-Nuku is fearing a virus has permeated her software.”
“Not sure what that means, but you survived Akane’s ‘Lunch Surprise’, you will survive this!”
“But Akane’s Lunch Surprise only had Nuku-Nuku seeing sounds and tasting colors! This has Nuku-Nuku being stalked by woman who looks like one of the centerfolds in one of the magazines Papa-san hides under his bed that Ryuunosuke is always swiping!”
There was a pause.
“And purple does NOT taste like grape!” the NK-1124 added for good measure.
Nabiki continued to rub her forehead. Was death better than this?
Well, fuck that! She wanted to live forever and have a harem of sexy males and occasional females—she was a girl of the new century, after all—to suit her whims!
She also knew Ranma would never abandon the one friend not currently trying to nail him. So, if the daughter of Soun wanted to survive the current insanity with her mind, body, soul, and a sellable virginity intact; she would need to... save others...
Damn it! That went against everything she stood for!
Then again, she also wanted to get away from the witch who wanted to share ‘spitting’ her with her son!
Let Akane deal with this shit! Nabiki wanted to go home!
But first... the most mercenary of the Tendos smiled as she saw the standing safe she knew had been kept in the room was still there. Perhaps there was a chance to make this whole trip worthwhile. No one had entered the bedroom yet... which meant she could use plausible deniability when they saw the safe opened.
Deciding that yes, this would be a nice start to paying Nabiki back for all the hell she went through with these crazy bastards—with Nodoka being a true infernal sex-crazed banshee bitch—the second daughter of Soun and Kimiko Tendo made her way over to the large black steel box and started to work the numbered dial. She pressed the right side of her head to it, listening to the noises of tumblers and putting her—admittedly poor—safe-cracking skills to use. She was certain with such an old-styled safe, even SHE could open it without too much trouble.
“Friend-Ranma,” asked the near-silent android catgirl. “Can Nuku-Nuku tell you a secret?”
Ranma blinked his eyes, as he assisted his bestest non-fiancée friend onto a couch to rest. “Um, sure?”
“Nuku-Nuku is seeing dead people,” the female being spoke. “And they is telling Nuku-Nuku to grab Friend-Ranma’s rooster and eat it.” She then frowned oh-so-cutely. “Though Nuku-Nuku could be wrong; ghost-lady is banging her head on a wall and saying Nuku-Nuku is sucking at charades.”
That comment made Ranma blink his eyes once, twice. Okay... that sounded different. “Darn, I wish I was her. I feel like banging my head against the wall right now.”
“Not until I reinforce the wall,” Professor Kyusaku interrupted. Just because he knew that these things his neo-daughter saw could only be hallucinations didn’t mean he did not care for the girl.
Pulling her head from the wall—which refused to be damaged by her incorporeal state—the succubus glared at the android catgirl. “You are SUCH a tattle-tale! I tell you to suck his cock and this is how you treat me? Bad girl! BAD KITTY!” she reprimanded the robotic feline.
Nuku-Nuku whimpered. Why was the blue lady with bat wings and horns being SO mean to her? Nuku-Nuku knew she never did anything wrong! Okay, she chewed on a bone by accident, but she brought it right back up and returned it to the glowing skeleton in the hidden wall alcove! Couldn’t she leave her be? Wasn’t there anyone that could save Nuku-Nuku?”
“HEY!” the girl suddenly heard a new female voice call out.
Both Nuku-Nuku... and ironically, the succubus turned towards the sound of the voice. There, stood a tall cat-woman in wispy white toga and obscene amounts of gold jewelry with her long black hair smooth and done together in the back with golden dreadlock breads. She cut a very voluptuous figure as she stood there glowing gold, and with her hands on her hips.
Nuku-Nuku looked around the room for a moment. Seeing how no one else was staring at said big golden big-boobied kitty lady, the android catgirl realized she was the only one seeing this too.
“You!” the golden-glowing catwoman raised her right hand and pointed at the blue-glowing succubus. “Leave my kitten alone!”
Glaring back at the other VERY busty figure, the infernal ghost snarled, “And WHO the hell are you?”
The large and semi-muscular Egyptian catwoman snarled. “Didn’t you see the shrine in thee dressing room, bitch? I am Bastet, Egyptian Lunar Goddess of Cats and Sex! And THAT girl is MY property!” So saying, she walked around to stand behind Nuku-Nuku, placing her hand firmly on the cat-brained android’s shoulder.
Now the Succubus was offended. She contacted the girl first! “Yours? Says who!?”
“SAYS ME!” Bastet roared. No WAY was she missing out on a place that dealt with both sex and cat-women.
Needless to say, Nuku-Nuku’s reaction was very understandable.
“PAPA-SA~AAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!”
Sighing, Ranma shut the door and grabbed his friend’s hand. “Don’t leave me; Nuku-chan!” the heir of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts begged. “If you do; I’ll be stuck with—”
“KAMI-FUCKING DAMN IT!”
Both turned toward Nabiki, who had just opened the large safe the former owner apparently paid wa~aaaaay too much for, and found it empty.
Corrupt cops had cleaned it out first.
Nabiki hissed at her luck. No extra money, fucked in almost every possible way by Saotome, his mother, and trapped in a rundown building with the banned duo of Nerima District—oddly, Princess Lum never liked to hang out with either Ranma or Nuku-Nuku.
Seething in rage—and likely, lost virginity before the night was out—Nabiki turned towards the only thing left to her to hopefully reap some rewards: finding the limp-dick’s hidden stash of booze!
Grabbing the mattress—not even caring how soiled the sheets were—the middle Tendo daughter raised the stained bedding high with strength only normally associated with Akane and tossed it across the living quarters to reveal what was hidden underneath the bed frame.
“AH~HAA!!” Nabiki crowed in rapture as she saw the numerous bottles that were standing up, dividing them apart as the box was built honeycomb style of dividers. “MINE!!” She proclaimed as she grabbed a red and tore the cork free with surprising ease. She brought the bottle neck to her lips and tilted her head back, chugging the French wine.
She then immediately spit it out. Having been void of cooling or caring of any sorts, the alcohol and wine had turned to vinegar.
If Ranma had known such, he would have laughed and called it justice.
Instead, he prayed Nabiki would find liquor before focusing on him.
With a bit of frantic search, the brunette woman found and then downed two bottles not affected by heat, before looking at him—licking her lips—and purveying about the honeycomb holders for a third.
With this going on, the pigtailed martial artist was debating his chances, and wondering if perhaps being near his horny mother’s grasp might be safer.
Yet, as he considered what would be less painful—the frying pan or the fire—Nuku-Nuku placed a hand on his shoulder. “Friend Ranma?”
Blinking his eyes once, twice, the martial artist turned to look at his Best Friend with Benefits. “What is it, Nuku-chan?”
“Gold Chocolate People Kitty Lady is asking Nuku-Nuku if you’ll be her Yarn Red Mew-Mew.” The girl blinked her luminescent green eyes once, twice. “Does Friend Ranma have any idea what that means?”
Blinking his own eyes a couple of times as he considered that statement, the pigtailed martial artist finally replied, “No idea...”
“Nuku-Nuku is not sure either,” the android with a feline brain responded. “But now Gold Chocolate People Kitty Lady is arguing with Nuku-Nuku’s other hallucination about who owns Nuku-Nuku’s donkey, but Nuku-Nuku does not remember owning farm animals.”
To that, Ranma shrugged his shoulders in reply. Wouldn’t be the first time he’d been in such an argument.
“Ass!” Nabiki yelled.
“I am not!” the other two in the sealed room replied back.
Nabiki snorted. “Not in the figurative sense, you two,” she slurred, looking for another non-spoiled bottle to make the bad memories go away. The middle Tendo daughter managed to smile as she pulled out a bottle of bourbon that had been hidden amongst the wines. “Her imaginary people are debating who own her ass, her bottom, her body, her soul, etcetera, etcetera...” she waved off, pulling out a bottle of peppermint schnapps with her other hand.
Tilting his head as he watched Nabiki pop the tops and start drinking from both bottles at the same time, Ranma blinked his eyes once, twice. “Arguing?” He asked curiously, worrying for his friend—and although he wouldn’t admit it, for Nabiki’s liver as well. “What are they telling you?” He asked his Best Friend with Benefits, only to wait and watch as Nuku-Nuku turned away from him, as if her attention was drawn over to something else. “...Nuku-chan?”
“...Oh! Sorry...” the girl replied in apology, having watched as the two invisible-to-everyone-else spiritual beings started fighting over what she should be doing with Friend Ranma. Nuku-Nuku knew she needed help and fast. “Friend Ranma, should Nuku-Nuku be afraid for her immortal soul?”
Looking about, the pigtailed martial artist asked, “In this place?” After a brief moment of mental deliberation, he decided, “Yeah... I’d think so.”
Appearing relieved, the young cat-brained android replied, “Oh thank you, Friend Ranma. That is what Nuku-Nuku thought.” Taking a deep breath, the girl screamed out, “PAPA-SAAA~AAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!”
Kyusaku didn’t bother to look towards his android neo-daughter. “Ride it out!” He called back to the cat-brained android.
“But Papa-san!” the fuchsia-haired robot catgirl whimpered. “This is something that could tear apart Nuku-Nuku’s very soul!”
Although his bangs hid his eyes, the scientist was rolling them. “I said, ‘ride it out’! They’re not real, honey! They can’t hurt you!”
The pouting girl in school uniform didn’t look like she agreed. Still, Papa-san seemed pretty certain of himself... “Nuku-Nuku just hopes they’re not real... or else Nuku-Nuku’s going to need her hard-drive defragmented...”
Kyusaku paused in his inspection for a moment. “Actually, that’s not a bad idea,” the man replied, finally turning from the wall and his measuring tools to face the girl he’d created. “You never did get properly rebooted after downloading that virus-laden screensaver.”
The girl went wide-eyed, ignoring the ethereal form of the gold cat woman giving the blue bat lady a wedgie. “But Papa-san! It was fishies!”
“Shut the damned door, Saotome,” Nabiki hissed at him. She would have sworn that was closed!
Of course, only Nuku-Nuku saw that succubus using it to try and crush the goddess’s head, like in a Three Stooges skit.
Ranma gulped, seeing the look Nabiki was giving him, and wondering if he truly wanted to be in a closed room with her. He did, after all, remember everything they had done the night before. Oh, it hadn’t been odd in sexual terms, but just doing such things with Nabiki, left him feeling shamed and dirty.
“I’ll get it,” Nodoka offered with a perverted smile as she walked over to the door frame of the Manager’s Office’s adjoined bedroom. “Now, you three have fun, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
After the door shut, the android catgirl turned towards her best friend. “Friend Ranma, ghost-people are smiling at us now.” Nuku Nuku then pointed off and away from where the leering Egyptian Sex Goddess and Infernal Sex Demoness were standing. “Including that little guy with his pants down.”
Glaring at the woman, the ghost of Satchi the Snitch stood on the table in the room, pants pulled down around his ankles. Damn it! How DARE she snitch on a REAL informer? He was dead and there hadn’t been a single stripper in this building for nearly two years! Even the undead needed to release, thank you very much!
“...Atsuko...” Nabiki said very slowly. “You ARE just screwing with us... right?” she asked hopefully. It was one thing to be de-cherried, denied money and then denied booze... but to be HAUNTED atop of it?
Nuku-Nuku went to open her mouth, only to pause. Finally, she then closed her mouth shut. Another minute passed before she finally answered, “Well, Nuku-Nuku was going to say, ‘no’ but the ghost ladies say that IS what Nuku-Nuku should be doing...”
“Uh-huh,” Nabiki muttered, before downing the last half of the schnapps—the small bourbon bottle having been sucked dry already. She most certainly did not want to be sober for what was going on. Brain cells needed to die, and when morning came, any pain would be blamed on a hangover.
“Um... maybe I should go check on Mom, make sure that Toramasa guy ain’t taking advantage of her,” Ranma muttered, standing up, and wincing as Nuku-Nuku’s hand latched onto his... hard.
“Please, Friend Ranma! Do not leave Nuku-Nuku to be trippin’ balls alone!” the android whined. “Nuku-Nuku does not want to end up on TV without clothes on, like Papa-san during his college years!”
She then turned towards the two female ghosts, who had just finished kicking the male ghost through the wall, before staring at each other, shaking their hands three times, with the succubus having her hand out, while the chocolate lady had her hand in a fist.
Smirking, the succubus looked towards Nuku-Nuku, and jumped forward.
Blinking, Nuku-Nuku noticed the hallucination of the glowly blue lady disappeared. “Wow! Nuku-Nuku is coming down!” she chirped happily.
New Software Detected
“...WAA~AAAH! Nuku-Nuku didn’t want Real Player! Undo! Undo!”
Welcome to Succubus Body Enhancements Ver. 6.9! (N)ew User (L)oad (O)ptions
NEW USER: ATSUKO NATSUME
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“NUKU-NUKU SAY UNDO!!” The poor android catgirl wailed helplessly, flailing her arms.
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