[Episode 31720] [Episode 31720]
(Writer's Note: "Ishimachi" literally means "Stone Town." G.)
"Oh, I must get this recipe, Miss Itou! It's delicious!!"
"Yeah, when she makes her cakes, Shirayuki knows what she's doing!" Mamoru laughs as everyone digs into the strawberry and wine cream cake she and Marie brought from the Dark Continent to help celebrate Ranma's arrival. "And you don't have to call me 'Miss Itou,' Kasumi. Any pokegirl who's a lover of a friend of mine's part of the family. Call me Mamoru -- and don't bother with the 'Mistress' part, okay?"
"Alright, Mamoru," Kasumi giggles, then holds up a finger. "But I will have to call you that in public," she winks. "Mistress."
"Hopefully not for long," Marie chuckles from across the table.
The three Sanctuary Goths exchange knowing looks. "Are you okay, Ranma?" Nabiki gazes on their visitor from afar.
"Huh?! M-me?!" Ranma stutters, then sighs. "Yeah, I'm..." he pauses, then shakes his head. "Nah, not really. I'm still trying to make myself accept that you and Kasumi here, just because you're both pokegirls, have gotta...! Well, have sex with someone 'cause it's the only way to keep you sane and human. It's just not fair to you guys! And Akane's the same way, too?!"
"Yes, she is, wherever she is," Kasumi frowns, her eyes turning to the table.
Quickly noting the Ingenue's look, Ranma reaches over to squeeze her arm. "Hey, you okay? What happened...?"
"Akane disappeared about a month ago," Nabiki reports, her fur bristling. "Damn that Kunou...!!"
Ranma jolts. "Kunou?!" he stares at the Catgirl.
"There's a Kunou where you come from, Ranma?" Kasumi asks.
A moan escapes him. "Hai, I..." he pauses, then frowns. "Well, there was a Tatewaki Kunou from my dimension. He and his sister Kodachi were two of the people who tried to break up my wedding with my Akane, then..."
His voice trails off. Kasumi and Nabiki give him sympathetic looks -- both had wept when they heard the story of what happened to their analogues -- then the former clears her throat. "Well, Master Kunou..." her voice drips with scorn, "...is the heir of one of the more famous research families in the League. He's based in Ishimachi, which is one of the smaller towns close to Edogawa," a frown crosses her face. "Because of that, when he became a Tamer, the fellow was allowed to get away with much more than what normal Tamers could."
"Tell me, Ranma, did your Kunou ever have sex with his own sister?" Nabiki asks.
He gags. "SAY WHAT?!!"
"It's true, I'm afraid," Karen sighs. "Kodachi Kunou, when she underwent Threshold, became a Domina. She later was evolved into a Dominatrix. That's when she and her brother went to the Tendou Ranch to obtain Akane."
Ranma blinks as he absorbs that, then nods. "Oh, I get it now. He tried to do everythin' to make Akane his, right?"
"Yes," Kasumi nods. "It got very bad about four months ago when Kunou came up with this utterly ridiculous idea of siccing other Tamers on our sister, saying that the first person who's pokegirl defeated Akane would win the right to Tame her."
"Nah, it ain't that ridiculous, Kasumi. In my universe, Kunou goaded all the guys in our school to try to beat Akane to win the right to date her," Ranma ruefully shakes his head. "That stopped when I met Akane and we got engaged."
"If only that happened here, too," Nabiki laments.
"Eh?"
"As you might now suspect, Ranma, their father made a private agreement with your counterpart's father to, when your other-self came of age and obtained his Tamer's license, allow one of the pokegirls of the Tendou Ranch to become his first pokegirl," Marie cuts in. "When he learned that Akane had become a Tomboy after Threshold, Ranma agreed to make her his first pokegirl."
"You mean that your Ranma always stayed in touch with you guys?" Ranma's eyes widen surprisedly.
"Yes, he did. That is until a year ago; that's when the last message came from him," Kasumi sighs. "I hope he isn't in any trouble..."
"He should be okay, sis," Nabiki nods, though the others are quick to sense the uncertainty in the Catgirl's voice.
"So what could've happened to Akane?" Ranma asks.
"She might've run away," Kasumi closes her eyes. "It was really getting to her the days before she vanished."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Ranma gives the Ingenue a sympathetic look, then he perks. "Hey, I can try to track her down if you want."
The Tendou sisters perk. "Would you do that for us?!" Nabiki gapes.
"Sure! I mean, I dunno if or when I could go back home and I gotta go find my sis, Ataru and Tariko-chan, so why not?"
Hearing that, glittering looks appear on their faces before they leap over to swamp him with grateful hugs. "THANK YOU, RANMA!!!!"
He cries out as their flying into him sends his armchair over. Seeing this, the Sanctuary Goths laugh...
After nightfall...
"Sorry about your chair, Karen..."
"Oh, it's alright, Ranma," Karen smiles as they clean up the living room. After she gave Nabiki a nice Taming (Kasumi didn't need one at this time, though it might be necessary in the next day or so), the Tendou sisters had gone back home, leaving Ranma alone with the three Sanctuary Goths. "You must admit, offering to try to track Akane down was a nice thing to do for them."
"Well, considering it's your version of Kunou that started all this mess, I had to do something," Ranma admits. "Almost every day I went to Furinkan High School, there he was, trying to break both Akane and my gi-...!" he pauses, then sighs. "Um, my sister..."
Marie giggles. "Ranma, we are aware of how you gained a sister in the first place. It's okay."
He looks at her, then nods. "Right! Well, every time he bugged us, I had to clobber him. He never did get the hint..."
"Well, our Kunou's the same way. Least that's what Karen told us," Mamoru smirks.
"Has he bugged you?" Ranma stares at Karen.
"He tried it once shortly after I became Nabiki's Tamer," the brown-haired S-Goth admits. "This was just before Akane disappeared. He's one of those types who doesn't see other girls as anything else save potential fodder for Threshold. I mean, the very idea of a girl being a pokegirl's Tamer?!" she mock-gasps, then wags her finger. "Oh, no, no, no! That was just not PROPER!!"
The others laugh. "What'd you do to him?" Ranma wonders.
"He threatened to reveal our relationship to Nabiki's father, so I nailed both him and Kodachi with a Doom Aura attack, then used the Menace Aura to make them forget anything about Nabiki and myself," Karen smirks. "I haven't been bugged by him since."
"Lucky you," he nods as Marie carries the last of the dishes into the kitchen, then sighs. "So what happens to me now?"
He, Mamoru and Karen sit around the table. "Well, the best thing for you is to become a Tamer, Ranma," Mamoru shrugs. "I know you're kinda shy about sex and all that, but hell, you haven't even graduated from high school! There isn't much you can do here without that."
"Not to mention how haphazard your education's been thanks to your father," Karen adds as Marie returns to the room.
Ranma looks down at himself. "Yeah, that's true, ain't it? But still..." he pauses, then gazes at the ceiling. "I mean, to start doing things like THAT with girls just after Akane and the others died..." his eyes squeeze close.
"Wherever they are in the Endless Dark, may those you love and care for be in a better place than this," Marie laments, reaching over to squeeze his shoulder. "And regardless of how you care for them, you've no choice now but to start living your life your way, Ranma. You can't live your life according to what your father, your mother, Akane or your other would-be lovers wanted, especially not here."
"Yeah, that's true, I guess," he blinks, then sighs. "Well, it's kinda late..."
"You can use the guest room upstairs, Ranma," Karen offers. "Marie, Mamoru, do you want to stay here?"
"No, I'm going back to Sanctuary," Marie rises. "Janet and I have a date tonight and I want to rest up before it. Good night, everyone."
Ranma blinks as a miasmic cloud of shadow forms around the bespectacled teenager, then she and it vanish. "That must be a really handy trick to have," he whistles, then blinks as Mamoru gently squeezes his shoulder. "What...?" he looks at her.
"Um..." the tomboyish S-Goth's face heats up, then she gazes at Ranma. "Ranma, I...?"
"What is it?"
She takes a deep breath, then sighs. "Can I sleep with you tonight?"
Ranma's face pales. "Eh?"
Minutes later finds Ranma in the guest room, he sitting on the twin-sized bed as he waits for Mamoru to finish "freshening herself up" (her words) before coming to join him. His face is still strained with shock and a healthy dose of fear despite the fact that he did find Mamoru Itou to be probably one of the nicest girls he had ever met. Sadly for him, the past year of his life still pressed on his heart and soul like the weight of the world on Atlas' shoulders, especially when it came to the many mysteries surrounding girls and how to relate to them. If he had ever tried to do something like this with any of his late fiancees, the others would've gone on a warpath and he would've either would up in intensive care if not in an early grave. And to believe his mother considered that type of behaviour "manly"...?
Maybe Kikuko-chan's right. They were all idiots! he mentally shakes his head, then perks as the door opens.
Mamoru steps inside, now draped in an opaque white chemise that went to mid-thigh, revealling her shapely, well-toned legs for Ranma to see. Gazing at her, his cheeks start to heat as a rasped "Kawaii..." escapes his lips.
Hearing that, she sits down beside him, then reaches over for his hand. He doesn't resist as she pulls that arm around her shoulders, allowing her to lean in against him. Sensing what she has in mind, Ranma draws his other arm around her waist to pull her closer, allowing their faces to hover very close. Staring into her eyes, Ranma gulps as a big lump forms in his throat, then seeing Mamoru close her eyes and open her lips in anticipation, leans down. Their lips softly bump together in an awkward lock, then Mamoru tilts her head as she opens her mouth wide, allowing her tongue to gently probe against his teeth. His jaws open automatically as his tongue comes out to tap hers.
As their tongues start to bat and tap each other, a content sigh escapes Mamoru as her free hand lands on Ranma's knee, then starts to slide up his thigh towards the growing bulge in his trousers. He stiffens as he feels that hand get closer to his crotch. Sensing that, Mamoru stops, keeping her hand where it is. Their faces pull away from each other as they gaze into the other's eyes, a sea of uncertainty etched on his face, a question on hers. "You didn't like it when people tried to do this to you," she whispers.
"N-not really..." he stutters, then taking a deep breath, gives her a wary smile. "Every time one of my fiancees tried to get close to me, the others would automatically show up and I'd get pounded for it. And there was just no way that Akane would ever do something like this to me. Guess I really can't blame her, though. Until I came along, she never experienced any sort of good things with boys thanks pretty much to Kunou. And..." he closes his eyes. "Well, I didn't do much to change things, I guess..."
"You didn't understand what you should've done in a case like that," she pulls her hand off his leg, then gently rubs a place on his chest. "Your dad never taught you anything about it, your mom probably assumed that either your dad would've told you all that or that you would've naturally developed that knowledge -- like if that's ever possible! -- and you had no real friends to talk to about this."
He blinks, then slowly nods. "Some 'man above men' I turned out to be, huh?"
She snorts. "How could your mom judge you like that when she wasn't even a part of your life for ten years?"
"She's still my mom..."
"Yeah, yeah, I know, but she should've had some better sense than that!" she snaps back, then leans her forehead on his shoulder. "Honour's important in life, Ranma, but it's not the be-all and end-all of existence, you know. That sort of garbage is what led old Japan to their defeat in the second big war before the Creator's Revenge. If honour truly was as important as your mom said it was, would Japan have lost that war in the end? Hell, would Japan have even gone to war with America in the first place?!"
"I...!" he pauses, then sighs. "No, of course not! But, still..."
"Ranma," she reaches up to place a fingertip on his lips. "There's nothing wrong with trying to live up to promises you make. But living up to promises made for you -- promises that you didn't even have an idea about before they were just dropped on you without so much as a damned warning! -- don't really mean anything in the end. Especially when you had so many conflicting promises to live up to. Marry Akane, marry Ukyou, marry Shampoo, do this, do that, do something else...!" She shakes her head. "The way I see it, Ranma, all those promises would've just cancelled each other out in the end. Yeah, you have to go out and find out who killed them all and why. You do that for your friends and your family. But you don't owe them, owe their worldviews, any loyalty anymore. You don't HAVE to live to your dad's standards. You don't HAVE to live to your mom's standards. You sure as hell don't have to live to Akane's standards, or Ukyou's, or Shampoo's either. It's YOUR life, Ranma," she points to his chest, then reaches up to tilt his face towards hers. "And you have to live it."
Before he can respond, she leans in to give him another kiss. Ranma hesitates, then closes his eyes as he allows the warmth of that kiss to wash through him, cast away the last of his fears and questions. As his arms come up to hold her close, Mamoru's hand drifts down, this time landing at the angle between his left thigh and his lower abdomen. Ranma stiffens slightly, then wills himself to relax as his legs slightly part. This wasn't Akane, who'd mallet him in an instant if he tried to do something like this with her. This wasn't Ukyou, who was someone he had, right to the end, found it hard to accept as anything more than a friend. This sure wasn't Shampoo, who would've probably drugged him and dragged him back to Joketsuzoku if he ever tried this with her. And Kodachi didn't even bear consideration in matters like this.
Sensing the opening he was giving her, Mamoru's hand slides in, her thumb and index finger brushing past that growing bulge in his pants before her hand turns to cup it under his crotch. Ranma's breath catches in his throat as a sudden burst of heat rips through his body, then he relaxes as Mamoru's fingers start to dance over his growing member, the heat turning into a relentless tidal wave of warmth. Before he could understand what she was doing, her fingers had unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, allowing her hand to reach inside to touch his hardening cock directly (the ship where Ranma had woken up after the massacre at the Tendou dojo hadn't provided underwear for him, much less Kikuko, Ataru and Tariko). He shivers anew as Mamoru uses her hands to pull the pants away from his hips, getting them clear from his crotch, then relaxes as she pulls her lips away from his to gaze down at him. "Wow..." she whispers in admiration, then gazes back at his face. "It's no wonder they call you the 'wild horse,'" she gives him a knowing smile, then shifts off the bed.
Ranma remains still as Mamoru kneels before him, her hands moving to pull his trousers clear off. Once he is bare from the waist down, she then sits back, pulling the chemise off her. His eyes go wide on seeing her totally nude body now exposed for all to see, the shock making him remain still as she leans up to take his love machine in hand. She forcefully breathes on it, sending a jolt of fire through him as his back automatically arches from that airy caress. He then gasps as Mamoru leans up to slowly, sensuously draw him into her mouth, nearly swallowing him wholesale before she pulls her wet lips back along his shaft part way, her teeth and tongue pressing hard against his gorged loin-flesh to force his body to give up his precious liquid ivory, then she plunges his cock back fully into his mouth. In and out, again and again while Ranma remains seated on the bed, his body gently rocking in a helter-skelter rhythm to Mamoru's sucking, his mind slowly hazing out from the rolling waves of hot passion her blow-job now gives him. Every once in a while, she would pull his love machine out of her mouth, using her tongue in a rapid side-to-side motion to trace his shaft before allowing it to plunge back into her mouth.
Finally, Ranma feels his hips start to buck, a strange rushing feeling surging right into his groin. Before he could understand what is happening, he finds himself on his back, his cock still firmly gripped in Mamoru's hands as she straddles his legs. Then, as his mind seems to drift back to full lucidity for a moment, the Sanctuary Goth shifts herself up, positioning his love stick in the exact place between her legs. Then, with one deft shift of her knees, Mamoru drops straight down, impailing herself on Ranma all the way to his scrotum.
Both scream out as the sharp burst of pain from his penetrating her rocks through their bodies, then Mamoru starts to shift her legs and hips to begin that rapid pumping motion again on his love machine. Ranma gasps as the warmth of their lovemaking comes back with a vengeance, then he feels his own hips buck in near-perfect rhythm to Mamoru's movements. Again and again, harder and harder, they move until their muscles suddenly lock up as Ranma's manhood seems to explode deep in Mamoru's love box, both howling wordlessly with delight...
"Well, it's about time," Karen looks up from her book as their orgasmic shrieks fill the house...
"Mamoru...?"
Ranma's eyes flutter as he feels his mind slowly regain a proper sense of what is around him, then he shudders on feeling his still-stiff manhood thrust deep inside Mamoru's vagina. Gazing concernedly at the Sanctuary Goth, he pales on seeing her almost as rigid as a statue, her eyes now black as pitch as she seems to look nowhere in particular. "Mamoru!" he shifts himself up with one hand, the other reaching out to hold his lover close to her as he tries to gaze into her blank face. "Mamoru-chan, what's wrong?! Mamoru!!"
She blinks, then stares confusedly at him for a moment before whispering, "I'm okay, Ranma. It's okay..."
He watches as her eyes suddenly shift colour. Not back to the beautiful golden-brown which was Mamoru's normal eye colour, but a deep pinkish-red shade that heralds the coming of a tidal wave of howling, screaming, no-holds-barred LOVE which overwhelms all his senses...
There he is in the Tendou dojo again, this time being introduced to Mamoru as his fiancee...
There he is at Furinkan High School again, fighting Kunou to ensure the insane kendoist wouldn't hurt his beloved Mamoru...
There he is in front of the dojo, ensuring Shampoo would never give his Mamoru the Kiss of Death...
There he is at Mount Hourai, fighting Herb to regain his manhood so he could be a proper husband to Mamoru...
There he is, beating Genma up because the lazy, fat panda DARED to engage him to someone else other than Mamoru...
There he is at the skating rink by Kolholz High School, declaring to Mikado Sanzen'in that Mamoru was his fiancee...
There he is, beating Ryouga up to ensure the stupid lost boy wouldn't abuse Mamoru's honour by disguising himself as her pet pig...
There he is at Nekoron, beating the Shichifuku-jin to rescue Mamoru from one of Happousai's countless mistakes...
There he is, pounding Happousai after the stupid lech DARED touch his Mamoru...
There he is, enjoying one of Mamoru's lunches. Even if it wasn't perfect, she did try her best at it...
There he is, screaming at Nodoka. How DARE she try to force him to betray Mamoru just because he supposedly had other fiancees?! Mamoru's love mattered more than Nodoka's pathetic concepts of a "man above men"...
There he is on Mount Hou'ou, battling Saffron to save his Mamoru's life...
"Ranma..."
Mamoru's eyes shift back to their normal golden-brown as the blank look on her face fades, then she blinks before looking down at herself. "Oh, man, I never thought it'd be that intense..." she whispers as she leans against her lover, shifting herself off his deflating manhood before rolling onto her back beside him, gazing at the ceiling. "That was so gooooooood..."
"Mamoru-chan...?"
She gazes at his concerned face, then reaches up to unbutton his shirt. Ranma quickly sheds that, then lays beside her, a hand reaching for the side of her face as he tries to comfort her. "Mamoru-chan, what's wrong?" he tilts her face towards him.
She blinks, then sighs. "Remember what Nabiki told you about pokegirl evolutions?"
Ranma nods. "Well, somethin' similar to that happens to us whenever we gain a human lover or become lovers with another one of our kind," she draws him close. "We develop something called the Aura of Love. It's another thing that tends to bind us to other pokegirl breeds."
He digests that, then reaches up to brush away the hair from her forehead. "Do Karen or Marie have that?"
"No," she shakes her head. "Nabiki's a Catgirl. So's Marie's girlfriend, Janet Burke. Only when Nabiki and Janet are evolved into Sanctuary Goths can they develop the Love Aura. Or unless Karen and Marie adopt a human lover as their Pet."
"'Pet?'" his eyebrow arches.
Mamoru grins. "Sorry. It's what we call humans who become our lovers and let us develop the Love Aura. Sorta like what humans call pokegirls they've Tamed on occasion. It..." she shrugs. "Well, it really shouldn't mean anything now, but those Goths who were once pokegirls of other breeds -- especially if they were abused or abandoned by their Tamers -- it makes 'em feel a little bit better."
Ranma takes a deep breath, then holds her close. "I guess so..."
They soon drift asleep, then when the morning comes...
(Posted Mon, 03 Mar 2003 06:52)
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