Of all the situations to find herself in, Akane Tendo could hardly believe that she could find herself in this one. Running down the street alongside Tatewaki Kuno - the bane of her existence - while her fiance and his sister bounded after them on all fours.
"It makes no sense!" Kuno protested. "No matter how fast we run, they keep pace! And yet their manner of movement is ludicrously inefficient bounding down the pavement!"
"Got any useful observations, Captain Obvious?" Akane griped, not daring to look back at the pair. Because if she did, she somehow knew that she'd be getting kissed all over her face. Again. And she was not feeling remotely confident in her ability to further resist Ranma's advances.
"Only that you are about to run into a girl who is doing a rather superb job at cross-dressing."
The following thoughts went through Akane's mind, in order, within the space of approximately two seconds: 'Huh?' And then 'Oh, he's right.' Which naturally flowed into 'I had better stop running then.' Which in turn introduced 'Uh oh, my sheer momentum is going to carry me right into her.'
Which is how Akane wound up bowling over the thoroughly stressed Naomi. Now, if you read my threads you're probably thinking 'this is where Akane wound up face first in Naomi's cleavage' or maybe vice versa, but please do give me some credit. I'm not that obvious, I do have some standards to maintain.
"Hey! Get your hands off my tush! Ya clumsy idiot!"
"Oops, sorry!"
There we go, much better. Once Akane degroped Naomi as though her butt was made of red hot steel, the pair picked themselves up - and then Akane felt a hot pair of lips nuzzling into her neck.
"Mrrrr..." Akane purred. Her eyes fluttered as Ranma put those lips of his to good work, leaving a damp trail along her neck. She tilted her head to the side on instinct to give him easier access -
And then out of nowhere Ranma was pelted off into the distance by Naomi's battle spatula.
"The hell you will!" Naomi yelled, grabbing hold of Akane's hand and pulling her away. "Come on, we gotta get meowt of here!"
... That little cat noise was probably a figment of Akane's imagination. Right?
"Nyaaaaa!" Ranko squealed, arms and legs wrapped around Kuno. She was rubbing her cheek up against his with extreme affection. While Akane sort of enjoyed his confused expression, she was rather less enjoying the parts of it that seemed to be kind of enjoying this experience. Like his wandering hands for example. Now, Akane was all for leaving the idiot behind to his fate, but Naomi yanked Ranko off by her collar and tossed her aside.
This apparently was a grave mistake. For now Ranko was jumping after Naomi with, shall we say, rather more aggressive body language?
"This is bad," Naomi said. "They're both acting just like Isamu." The boyish girl then suddenly squirmed quite a bit for no reason that Akane could see. "That Akihito jerk is probably the same way."
Before this could go any further, Ranko pounced for Naomi. It was weird. For a moment there Akane could have sworn there were claws coming out of the girl's fingers, but that simply wasn't possible. Naomi stood tall and proud, ready to take the attack - only for Kuno to interfere at the last moment, grabbing hold of Ranko's collar and yanking her back into an embrace from behind.
"Fly, you fools!" Kuno yelled. The girl in his grip was struggling - though very obviously not for freedom. "It is clear that she views this girl as some form of romantic rival! Only my tender touch may calm her wounded -"
As for the rest of what he said, by right about then both Akane and Naomi were already out of earshot. Neither of them was particularly inclined to stick around, especially with Ranma already bounding after them.
"So, do you have any ideas on what's going on?" Akane asked.
"Thought you might know," Naomi said. "Ugh! Damn this psychic connection! It's like I can feel every little bit of what he's doing to her..."
Actually, now that Naomi brought it up Akane was starting to feel a mite peculiar herself. It sort of reminded her of what she'd heard of phantom limb syndrome. Someone that has a limb amputated often feels like the limb is still there. In this case though it was quite a different experience. It was less phantom limb and more phantom 'being bent over a table and fucked like an animal.'
"Your mate seems to be gaining on us," Naomi said out of nowhere.
"I beg your pardon? My <I>what</i>?"
"Your fiance! God! This is really pissing me off."
Oh good she'd found a kindred spirit. Because if there was any one thing annoying her about this situation it wasn't that Naomi had said that. It was that the idea of Ranma being her mate had felt so damned <i>right</i> that for a second there she forgot why she was even running away.
"Mroooowr!" Ranma yowled, suddenly appearing in front of her again, and forcing the girls to rapidly change direction. How does he do that?!
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Atsuko was, first and foremost, a serious businesswoman. The bottom line was not the be all and end all, but only because in the end the long term gains were what really mattered. Growth. Sustainability. It didn't matter if you raked in the cash today if you didn't have the resources to take advantage of it tomorrow.
On that basis it was a good idea to know who your allies were and how to take advantage of them. Cue her making a beeline straight towards Akihito and Shampoo's place. It only made sense really. It would be easy for them to become rivals, if those pair did wind up following through on this whole cafe idea... On the other hand, if she helped them set things up then they could be part of the same business enterprise. Not competing, but assisting each other by providing a different flavour of the same business operation.
"We will not make it cat themed," Atsuko said to herself. Not for the first time on this route. "We will not make it cat themed. I am a professional businesswoman. I am a professional businesswoman."
These two mantras were pretty much the only thing keeping her from walking there on all fours with her butt up in the air. Atsuko had thought she had the strongest tolerance to Isamu's amazing penis, but... Turns out it was as strong as wet paper. If she closed her eyes she could see it vividly. Isamu towering over her, pawing affectionately at her body. Nuzzling against her. Licking her bare skin. It was all she could do to hold back the 'nyaaa'.
"Oops I tripped!" an old woman suddenly cried out. "Ah, no! I caught myself! Lucky, lucky!"
Atsuko turned to look... and noticed that the woman was carrying bags. Full of wool. Balls of wool. One of which had rolled out of the bag when she stumbled. Her reaction was so immediate that by the time she knew what she was doing she was already on her back and batting the ball of wool around between her hands, up and up into the air.
"Silly ball of wool! You thought you could escape me! Nyaaaaaa!" Atsuko purred.
"Mommy, mommy! Look, that girl is acting like a kitty cat!"
"Don't look at her, she's doing it for attention."
Gurk! What was she doing?! Atsuko tossed the ball of wool aside, pulled herself to her feet and dashed off once again. She could only hope that her instincts were correct. If Shampoo and/or Akihito knew something about this then they'd better damn well have a good answer for her!
- Atsuko arrives and finds the mass of ghost kitties.
- Meanwhile, Yoshiko encounters Kuno and Ranko.
- Akane and Naomi try to get away from Ranma.
- Nabiki pokes her nose into things.
- Meanwhile back with Ukyo and Isamu.
- Something else
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