[Episode 257533] [Episode 257533]Ranma-chan tilted her head, watching as the petite Shaguar pokégirl rolled back and forth amongst all the plastic... things... no, no way in hell was she going to dignify what those were with even a thought.
As it was, she realized they needed to get things going. It was raining heavily, there was apparently power to the place, and all Britanny did was whine and complain as Sheila purred up a literal storm while in a lake of battery-less plastic. “Hey, are we gonna get moving or what?”
“In a few minutes!” Sheila called back, before kissing the head of a bright purple toy. “I can’t believe this! Real Pre-Great Disaster Toys! And these are life-casts! LIFE-CASTS! Oh by the Thousand Gods, there’s enough to sell AND enough to keep and be sated! We’re gonna be set for life!” she purred and grabbed a toy in each hand, rubbing them against her face. “Thousand Gods bless Crazy Sexum for leaving all this behind!” sure batteries would be a bitch to find, but to have vibrating life-cast dildos was a dream come true!
Realizing that the toys WERE possibly her mother’s... and were dead and without batteries... a very, VERY unnerving thought entered the Tigress’ head. “Hey, Sheila? If those toys were used by Crazy Sexum, what was the likelihood she washed them?”
And the purring immediately stopped, the Shaguar going wide-eyed, a pair of dicks at either side of her face. “...I AM UNCLEAN! UNCLEAN!!”
“Don’t worry, Sheila!” Britanny chimed. “I’m more than happy to end your spiritually raped existence and—”
“JUST SHUT UP AND FIND ME A SHOWER!!” the Ice/Fighting-type snapped.
“Yeah, right!” snorted Britanny. “We’ve all seen those old time movies so we all know what happens in scary, abandoned places, when someone leaves the group to take a shower.”
Glaring at the Cheetit, Sheila insisted, “BUT I AM UNCLEAN!”
“...That’s still my mother you’re talking about,” Ranma grumbled, but—as expected—was ignored by the other two feline pokégirls.
Crossing her arms beneath her breasts, the spotted Cat-type huffed, “Well, I wasn’t the one who tried to gobble down strange things without knowing where they’d been!”
“Yeah; right!” Sheila scoffed. “I seem to remember a certain Psidyke that—”
“You promised never to bring that bitch up ever again!” Britanny growled.
Glaring at her friend, the petite Shaguar snarled, “Find me a shower, and I’ll never do it again!”
“Um, guys?” Ranma tried to get their attention, as the lights dimmed for a moment.
“And besides, you could’ve saved yourself a lot of trouble if you merely believed me when I told you all Psidykes taste like chicken!” the Ice/Fighting-type continued. “But no! You’re the one who got blind, stinkin’ drunk and called me to bail your spotted ass out when you found out first hand she was a sadist and wanted to take a spiked dildo to you ass; ONE LADDEN WITH DIAMOND-SHARPENED STEEL SPIKES MIGHT I ADD!”
“Well you’re the one who usually exaggerates things!” the Cheetit hissed back. “I figured you were just trying to keep me from trying out some new pussy...” she paused and looked up at the ceiling, calling out, “WHICH MEANS I’VE NEVER HAD A GUY AND AM STILL A VIRGIN, SO YOU CAN’T KILL ME OFF UNTIL I GET SOME REAL DICK! REMEMBER, MOVIES SAY SO!”
Her fur standing on end as she stood up from the pile of tainted toys, the Shaguar asked, “Spots... just who the hell are you speaking to?"
Looking back down at the petite pokégirl, the Normal/Steel-type pokégirl replied, “Crazy Sexum. She’s obviously hiding somewhere in this place, watching our every move, readying herself to rape, kill and eat us—not necessarily in that order.”
Ranma just twitched. Really, if they didn’t believe she was really a guy, that Nodoka Sex... um, Saotom... er... well, if they didn’t believe that whatever she was called here, was her mother; did they really need to tempt Fate? Didn’t they know Fate—much like her Father—never turned down a bet!?
The answer was proven true, as the lights flickered off.
“WAAAH!” cried Britanny. “Don’t take me! Take Sheila! She deserves it—GAWK!”
The lights came back on, revealing an angry Shaguar with her hands around a Cheetit’s neck, said spotted feline pokégirl choking with a bit of plastic sticking out of her mouth, and a twitching Tigress.
“...Really?” Ranma-chan drawled. “Wouldn’t it just be easier to go outside and hold some metal? Do you really want Fate to bitch-slap you so much?”
Both feline women looked towards their striped compatriot; the cheetah woman spitting out the large and thick length of blue plastic. “...Tastes like... burning...” she whimpered.
Sighing, Sheila nodded her head. “Okay Spots, Stripes has a point...” she said seriously, reluctantly releasing her grasp of the Cheetit’s neck. “Okay, it’s obvious what we should do; move as one and see if this place has a bathroom we can use... if there’s power, hell since the place is still standing, there may be someplace to get clean.”
Sighing, Ranma asked in return, “So which way first?” she frowned as a thought came to her. “And please stop disrespecting my mother...” the Tigress politely requested, a tone of annoyance apparent in her voice.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Britanny huffed and gasped. “Now, if we’re serious about this, just where the hell would Crazy Sexum keep a bathroom?”
“...Maybe towards the back?” Sheila offered as a suggestion, looking towards the rear of the entrance way. “But let’s try off to the right first!” After all, not that she BELIEVED Crazy Sexum was still alive... but just in case something happened, they wouldn’t be in the back and therefore, father away from the one known entrance.
With Britanny and Ranma-chan nodding their heads in agreement, the three Cat-type pokégirls moved as one, keeping a careful eye out on everything, not wanting to set off some trap or another... yes, traps. Who knew what security this place had?
They moved through what looked like a living room; musty and dusty, but it was obvious the place had been a spot for relaxation... of one sort or another. There was an old TV with a discolored plastic frame, not to mention there were lots and LOTS of magazines all over the floor!
Lifting one up, Britanny gave a whistle. “Wow... those are some nice tits on Ms. July, 298...”
Smacking the magazine out of her friend’s hands, Sheila motioned for the Cheetit to keep up. Nodding her head—as she did NOT want to be separated from the group in this place—they continued onwards, only coming to a stop when they came across a closed door. It didn’t have a lock or a doorknob. Just a handle...
The defacto leader of the group, the Shaguar decided their course of action. “Stripes, you do,” Sheila told the pigtailed Tigress.
Going wide-eyed, Ranma demanded to know, “Me? WHY ME!?”
“SRDH,” Sheila replied seriously.
The Fighting-type feline blinked her eyes once, twice. “...What’s that?”
“It means, ‘Shit Rolls Down Hill’,” the Shaguar explained. “And since you’re the low woman on the totem pole, you go first! Now, hop to it! Chop-chop!” she commanded, clapping her hands for emphasis.
Grumbling at the unfairness of it all, Ranma-chan did just that... and coughed as preservative-laced air of came forcefully streaming out into the room, causing magazine pages to flip and formerly settled dust to rise forcefully in the air. It would seem that even though Nodoka had long since left, she had the foresight to mothball that closed room.
As the air cleared and girls’ coughing came under control, Ranma blushed at what greeted her...
A perfectly polished and sparkling white-tiled bathroom with steel fixtures: stunningly clean polished mirror atop pristine white cabinetry. To the back of the room was a large raised circular bathtub while the right wall aligned with numerous removable shower heads. Near the center of the room’s floor was a grated drain for the easy removal of said water.
“IT’S A TRAP!” Britanny yelled, causing the other two pokégirls to jump and shriek a little bit.
“...I’m going to hurt you, Spots,” Sheila growled. “I’m going to hurt you... BAD!”
The Cheetit motioned forward with both hands. “But look at it!” Britanny yelled out. “It’s too nice! No way would there be something that good looking, that tasteful, and that well preserved in Crazy Sexum’s bunker!”
As if to prove the point—or stoke the fear—a small device came out of the wall. It was somewhat flat yet of a circular shape, with two googly eyes glued on top. It vacuumed up the dust that had entered when the door opened, sprayed the floor, mopped, and then went back into the wall, the panel of said wall closing behind it.
However, when the wall panel closed, a voice came over the intercom. “Beware, the floor is wet. Beware, the floor is wet.”
“...I think I just peed myself, Sheila,” the Cheetit whimpered. “Sexum’s ghost just talked to us!”
“Well, on a lighter note...” Ranma-chan said as she stepped into the bathroom. “We may able to help with that accident...” she pointed to the left wall with the mirrors that had a door; said extra room had the sign, ‘TOILET’ on it. “There's a place to go pee proper...”
“Ranma!” Britanny hissed. “Get back here! There are evil robots! And this place is too clean!”
The Tigress tolled her eyes before turning her attention back to the spotted Cat-type. “Which means it’s a good place to get cleaned!” Ranma snapped. “Weren’t you the one bitching about needing a shower?”
Thumbing over to the petite Shaguar, Britanny explained, “That was Sheila. I merely need to swallow a gallon of mouth-wash.”
“And more than anything else, we need a mop,” Sheila sighed, taking two steps away from Britanny. “But Spots is right; what in the name of PokéHell was that thing!?” she pointed towards the closed wall panel.
“...A Roomba, I think,” Ranma-chan mused, looking about for a towel or—insert massive shudder here—one of her mother’s kimonos.
The Cheetit considered that for a moment. “A Rumba? Isn’t that an old dance that was popular in the Tropic League, like the Charleston or the Bounce?” Britanny asked curiously.
In response, the Tigress shook her head. “Nah. It’s a little robot they try to sell to people too lazy to actually get up and vacuum themselves,” Ranma drawled, wondering just where the linen closet was at in this place.
She didn’t want to take a shower using a wash cloth or a towel her mother had last used a century ago!
She blinked her eyes as she saw a raised section of wall tile that had a small groove in it. Placing her finger in it, she pulled... and was surprised when that portion of the wall smoothly pulled out, revealing it to be a slide-track closet cabinet. The open-air shelving design was stacked with shampoos, soaps, toiletries, and all kinds of hygiene products. “...Damn, she REALLY preserved this room...”
“Is it a dead alien body?” Britanny asked.
Ranma just ignored her, as she looked over the items inside, trying to find something she could use. She immediately ignored what she guessed were feminine hygiene products—she may be stuck as a girl, but the mind was still one hundred and ten percent male, thank you very much!
Grabbing a fresh wash towel, something she hoped was shower gel and shampoo—she didn’t know what was so special about the scent, but she had one of those feelings that told her she was better off not knowing.
Besides, she already suspected it involved some possible Plant-type pokégirl, and she didn’t want to know how or what was used from it to ‘scent’ those items.
“Now, I need a towel,” she murmured. The Tigress then yelped in surprise as a nearby slot seemed to hear her, as it opened, the tray coming out to reveal towels...
Soft towels...
Soft towels with prints of dancing, naked pokégirls on them.
“...I am very glad right now that I never used the bathroom at mom’s place,” the martial artist-turned-pokégirl muttered. There were some things men were not meant to know, especially about their own parents.
“...Screw it...” Sheila grumbled as she walked further into the bathroom. “Hey, Ranma! Wait up! Let’s get a hamper first! We don’t want our clothes to get soaked further, do we?”
Going wide-eyed, Britanny hissed at the twp. “No! No way! You guys can't be serious! You do NOT take showers in strange places! That’s when men dressed as their mothers get MOST stabby and—”
She immediately shut up as Ranma-chan’s panties smacked her in the face. Then she merely smiled and giggled in a fashion that made said Tigress feel a bit uncomfortable.
That was until she felt something bump into her feet. Looking down, she swore later that demonic red eyes glowed and looked right back at her.
In truth, it was just the glued-on eyes of the Roomba.
But she didn’t scream! Oh no, she would deny that.
The gasps that sounded like Costello, however, did come from her.
Sheila sighed at the antics of the bustiest girl in the room. “Spots, move so that Romulan—”
“Roomba,” Ranma corrected, looking for the knobs on the shower.
Nodding her head, the petite Shaguar continued, “Right, the Rubber thing wants to clean up your yellow rain.”
The Cheetit turned her attention to glare at the flattest of the group. “...I swear, Sheila; if I get captured and molested here in Crazy Sexum’s place—”
“Spots; if you don’t shut up and get in here, I can guarantee that is exactly what will happen, if only so I can gag you and enjoy the quiet!”
“Okay... I know hot and cold,” Ranma-chan spoke, breaking their argument. “But what temperature is ‘pulsate’?”
Britanny blinked her eyes as she heard that. “Pulsate...?” she walked into the room, keeping an eye on the Roomba for a few moments to make sure it didn’t follow her. Making her way to the right wall, the Cheetit pulled one of the four shower-head off its holster and checked over it. She then pressed the ‘pulsate’ button and, low and behold, it began vibrating in her hand. “Ooooh... now that’s interesting...” the Normal/Steel-type said with a smirk before hitting the button again... and it vibrated faster.
It took six more button presses before the trembling action stopped. Placing it back onto its holder, the Cheetit turned to look at the two shorter pokégirls with a little perverted smile. “You know... perhaps a shower IS a good idea...”
“That’s assuming this place has water,” Sheila pointed out. “Electricity is one thing, but do we really want to trust whatever might be left in whatever she held it here with?” What went unsaid was what else might be in said water—like dead bodies, chemicals, rogue wild pokégirls, unclean fluids...
“Oh, live a little,” Britanny waved off, trying to find the water faucets so she could try six levels of pulsating goodness! Since the Great Event, the only showers left were... ugh... low-flow.
Considering that for a moment, the petite pokégirl nodded her head in agreement. “Well, I guess you do have a pressing need,” Sheila drawled. “What with pissing yourself, making that poor Rambo clean it up.”
“That was a tactical maneuver,” Britanny waved off. “Now help me find the on-knob or whatever! I want a hot shower!”
“Shower: Hot.”
*FSSSSSSS*!
“BURNING!” cried the two pokégirls, as boiling hot water started to spray them.
“And I guess it’s safe to say that if this place has electric heating, as the heaters obviously still work...” Ranma-chan whistled as Britanny and Sheila hopped around, now practically tearing at their clothes as the soaked garments scalded them. “I just hope this place has a working washer and dryer...” she grumbled.
Standing there in only panties while the Shaguar was now nude, Britanny merely rubbed her shoulders with her hands. “I... I guess so...” she then smiled a little and as she told the petite Ice/Fighting-type. “At least with that kind of heat, you know it will kill all the bacteri—OW! Why’d you hit me!?”
“BECAUSE ICE-TYPES DON’T DO SO WELL WITH BOILING WATER!” Sheila screamed; the girl’s body practically steaming from the impromptu scalding she received.
Rubbing where she was struck, Britanny grumbled, “I thought it was Fire that hurt you...” hell, she was still part Steel-type and the hot water hadn’t hurt her THAT much.
“Yes and fire is HOT. Ergo HOT IS BAD!!” Sheila hissed, trembling as her body slowly began to recool itself. “For Pokéchrissakes! My breed may not be so hot on sub-zero temps but we sure as hell don't like being burnt either!”
Shaking her head, Ranma walked between them, looking at the massive steam curtain that was now the shower. Well, at least the steam cleaned everything, she thought with relief. Taking a chance, she then spoke aloud, “Set water temperature to... um... thirty-eight degrees... Celsius!” she shouted the last part.
She didn’t know what temperature gauge the showers used, but she sure as hell didn’t want a freezing cold shower, thank you very much! Heaven knew how many of those she had been forced to endure and take back home!
Slowly, the steam receded after a beep, revealing the shower. Carefully, the Tigress extended her hand—even with the Phoenix Pill, hot was still hot! “Perfect!” the former martial artist chirped before quickly stripping and jumping in. No sense in waiting to find out how large the hot water tank was if she didn’t need to.
Blinking her eyes once, twice, Britanny began to grin at the sight of her favorite Tigress nude and soaking wet. She slowly stalked up behind the pigtailed Tigress; hands raised and twitching in a way akin to groping motions...
...Ironically, Sheila was too...
Unfortunately for Ranma-chan, as she had, ‘been with’ these two, her usual early warning system of “Nerima Back Shudders” didn't even register as a one on the scale... leaving the two other feline Pokégirls to slowly come up upon the striped Fighting-type Feline from either side.
However, as anyone with a shower can tell you, the slightest opening always—and I mean, always—lets in a cold chill.
“Damn, stop that breeze,” she growled.
*BEEP*!
*Swish*!
*THUD*!x2
Thus, Ranma sighed in content as the breeze stopped, not knowing that the clear shower door had shut, or the two face-planted pokégirls, slowly sliding down said door from the blocked attempt at a flying grope.
While their clothing tumbled inside of the large washing machine—a miracle that there was a working one in the adjacent room—Ranma-chan was not feeling too hot about the alternatives for clothes that awaited them while their own garments were undergoing a cleaning process.
The choices were to either stand around nude with only towels over them... or go through Nodoka Sexum’s closet...
And guess what her two friends decided to do?
“...Wow...” Britanny gasped as she pulled a corset out of the open closet; Sheila standing behind her while Ranma-chan sat on the bed, the Tigress’ arms crossed over her chest and huffing. “For being an insane, depraved and most perverted sociopath... Crazy Sexum had EXCELLENT taste in clothes!”
“And oddly, more toys actually hidden inside the closet,” Sheila muttered, looking in the mirror attached to the back of the closet door, studying the Pre-Event strap-on dildo attached to the harness she was trying on. She’d never even heard of Hillsfar!
She grinned, the Shaguar realizing that she was going to be so fucking rich when they left here... as soon as she could get to a patent office... or go Rocket on some poor schmuck’s ass and take over their company.
If the cops asked, she’d blame Britanny and her accounting.
Ranma just twitched, looking at the outfit they had given her. Well, ‘outfit’ was stretching the term a lot. It looked more like a tangled mess of belts. “I am so not wearing this!”
“Works for me, Stripes,” Britanny purred, now wearing a kimono... that was work open and therefore too loose, because otherwise, it would have been way too tight on her.
Pouting more, the Tigress slowly got off the bed. “I think I’ll stick with the towel, thank you...” she then yelped as Sheila grabbed onto and forcefully pulled the white terrycloth garment off the Fighting-type feline. “HEY!”
“Oh, relax...” Sheila told the striped Cat-type with a purr to her voice. “There’s so much to this place! It’s a literal gold-mine of toys and all sorts of Pre-Event Goodness. Shoot, if it wasn’t in the middle of the thrice-damned Buggy Woods, I’d consider claiming this place!”
Her arms over her chest for some decency, the former male martial artist griped, “Just gimme back the towel...”
Huffing at the stripe feline’s answer, the petite Shaguar replied in turn, “Just wear something from the closet. You don’t have to wear the belt outfit, but there are some really nice clothes that I’d venture to say are a pretty good approximation of your size...”
For example, she took out a t-shirt that had, Mama’s Manly-Man Son on it. “I’d swear, this looks like it’ll fit your frame to a tee!”
“...Rub it in, why don’t you...” the martial artist-turned-Tigress growled oh-so-cutely as she realized that, yes, even if it was another dimension, this WAS her mother.
“Oh, come on! You’re still on that?” Sheila sighed as she shook her head. “Seriously now... suppose we believe that you are originally male? What then?” she honestly inquired. “First, we’d have to accept that somehow, you were changed into a Tigress, that your mother really was Sexum and/or, you are from another world without any pokégirls, meteor strikes, or even Sukebe.” She snorted. “Seriously, the most probable choice is that you are a hot piece of red-furred ass that is having a glitch memory.”
Ranma just narrowed her eyes. “So, you think I’m making this all up!?” she snarled angrily.
“No; but you have to admit, your story is a lot more out there than mine,” Sheila offered—not wanting to be couched. “Really, it isn’t like proof for your side is popping up!”
Arms falling to her side, Ranma-chan lowered her head in aggravation. “Damn it...” she growled irritably. “It’s true. I know it’s true! I know who I am and know the hell I’ve gone through all too well! All the women demanding I marry them, all the martial arts challenges, and a bastard of a father who dragged me around while I was a kid, teaching me to be the best martial artist and getting me cursed along the way! I know it was all real!”
“Hmm...” Britanny mumbled as she tapped her chin with a finger in curiosity, mulling over what she’d heard. “You know, that sounds like it would make an excellent manga...” she grinned as she told the Tigress. “Now, Ranma... be a good girl and wear this if you don’t want the t-shirt!” so saying, she held out a white lace teddy with loads of sheer material.
“You have to be kidding,” Ranma whimpered.
“We have it in gold as well,” Britanny offered.
The pigtailed Tigress twitched once, twice. “...Mark my words!” Ranma proclaimed with a roar. “I will find proof that Ranma Saotome was born a male!”
The TV screen in the bedroom suddenly clicked on, showing an image of Nodoka Sexum.
“WAAA~AAAAAHHH!” Britanny cried out. “Crazy Sexum is back from beyond the grave!”
As Sheila quickly inserted a ball-gag into Britanny’s mouth, the image on the screen began to speak.
“Is this thing on?” the image asked as it tapped on a microphone, causing feedback to blare. “Testing, testing... one, two... one, two...” she smacked the microphone again, causing a reverberating ring. Shaking her head, the auburn woman in combat fatigues sighed. “If you’re watching this, then you know the truth and said the needed code-phrases to activate this message: ‘Ranma Saotome’, not Sextome and ‘Male’...”
The auburn-haired woman sighed. “It is now day four-hundred and fifty-nine, approximately one year and three months after the cataclysm. I have been living here at the bunker safely—it held up surprisingly well under the meteor assault and gave me quite the starting basis for a rock collection—and all that time, I have been trying to keep my mind active, studying and aiding WHAT Bug-types survived, making sure the upkeep of my bunker is stabilized, keeping an exercise regimen to keep my body sexy, and of course... keeping my hopes high with my ‘herbal garden’ out back. Sadly, it really is time to move on...” she shook her head. “I’ve had all airwaves and radio-frequencies open since the disaster and I have received nothing in all that time but static... and now... now they’ve gone completely dead... I have to face the facts: if I’m going to find ANY humans... any male cock... then I need to leave.”
The figure of Crazy Sexum moved out of the way, revealing a physical map hanging on the wall behind her. “I’ll be taking my Class-A Mother-Trucker 4,000 RV north into Pewtit City, then west to Route Three where I can hopefully get my vehicle to climb over Mount Mooning and onto Route Four before finally heading into Cerulesbian City. I don’t know what I’ll find along the way... but there has to be someone or something there... if anything, there was a high pokégirl population in that area and maybe someone will still have a PokéCenter or even a lab of high quality up and running. Hopefully through them, I can use this...”
Walking back into view, she then held up a red vial. “This is a blood sample of my son; my manly man son from another world, another dimension... one where he was cursed by Jusenkyo to turn into a woman with a splash of cold water rather than what happened to MY son, whom Jusenkyo permanently turned into a Tigress pokégirl. With this DNA, I hope to clone him and make an army of my manly men sons... it will be the Second Cumming of Man, and all pokégirls shall be saved...”
She then frowned. “However, if you’re watching this and there is STILL no cock to go around, do not give up hope. Where I have failed... the quest is now yours...”
It was then a wall panel dropped revealing a device: a thick protective metallic cube the size of a football with pressure and battery power dials on he side... but central portion contained clear plastisteel container. Within that was a vial similar to that on the television screen.
“I have left more of my manly man son’s blood behind; thank goodness that Akane was such a jealous bitch, striking him here and there for loving his Cheshire and Griffon or simply enjoying some hot Salusian booty...” she shook her head. “Anyway, with this sample, I want you, you wonderful person, to take my Class-A Hummer Grandé still in my garage and head to Cerulesbian! Find someone with the tech and rebuild the male gender with a DNA sample from the most PERFECT specimen...”
“Of course...” she smiled. “In proper heroic fashion, I can’t just HAND anything over. If you are willing, you’ll have to get the keys to both the stasis container AND my hummer... from the BuzzBreasts!”
Blinking, the two ‘original’ pokégirls turned to face Ranma.
“...SEE!?”
“...Well, maybe you’re the illegal clone of the Ranma from this world, and you are having genetic memory issues?” Britanny offered.
“And if somehow, someway, my manly, sexy, super-cock son has returned from a different dimension, you need to know some things. First, mommy saved all the video footage from when we have been together, though the video may suffer a bit from excessive playback...” she chuckled. “Second, Mommy wants you to lead her clone army and return Cock to the World! Yes... make sure you fuck the world, with your army of Super-Cocks—but Mommy knows they won’t be as manly as yours!” she frowned. “And Third: if somehow, some way... you became a pokégirl, make them also use this blood to restore your curse, become a pokéboy, and truly Fuck ‘em All!”
“...Somehow,” Ranma-chan mumbled, “I see a lot of my own mother in this.”
“Well, that’s all I have to say,” the image replied, slowly hefting a large rifle onto the table in front of her. “Now I’m just going to mothball this place up as best I can... or at the very least, make sure I have enough solar panels up so at least ONE survives past the century mark while I mothball the Bathroom, my bedroom and the ‘Orgasmo Apocalypto’—because sometimes, tentacles are too gentle—and be on my way... hopefully, I shall be successful and spend the rest of my day procreating the new wonderful generation of men with my own manly man son clone army!”
Ranma-chan gagged at that. Good Kami! She hoped to hell that her mother back home didn’t think on a similar note. She’d never go back to her mother’s home alone AGAIN!
“If not... good luck getting the keys from the BuzzBreasts! Remember: the Power is YOURS!”
In the end, long after the image had been replaced by static; it was Sheila who broke the silence.
“And this, Spots... is why when I asked you to complete the simple mission I gave you... I specifically told you, NO DETOURS!”
The Cheetit pouted. “...Oh sure! Blame me for Crazy Sexum’s plan to return cock to the world!”
“Believe me now!?” Ranma-chan demanded to know.
“...Talk to me when you have a pecker, about believing your tale,” Britanny waved off.
Either way, she was fucked, but if Ranma won, then she was fucked in the good way!
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