Masamune Washington
16th January 2003, 07:36 PM
Lemon-Only_Up-10.txt
Masamune Washington (hephaestus@mad.scientist.com)
http://jove.prohosting.com/~madanger
Disclaimers:
This product is meant for educational purposes only.
Not responsible for direct, indirect, incidental or consequential damages
resulting from any defect, error or failure to perform.
For external use only... DO NOT TAKE INTERNALLY
Based on Takahashi Rumiko-sama's Ranma Nibunoichi, except totally fucked
over.
Totally fucked over without permission.
This story may not be altered, nor may it be exchanged for monetary benefit.
It may however be exchanged for sexual favors.
Hentai-- The Lemon Disclaimer
THIS IS A LEMON RANMA FANFICTION!!
Stop reading now if you don't know what that means.
This story contains sexual behavior appropriate only to sexual situations.
If this offends you, you subscribe to certain sexually restrictive
religions, you do not believe in sex, you do not believe sex exists, have
medical conditions that would be aggravated by sexual stimulus, you are under
the age permissible to view sexual material in your area, or you in general
have no interest in sex; by no means continue reading. Stop immediately.
-------------------
I glance to the side and see it moving. Abused, neglected, annoyed... my
brain is crawling away. Oh well, doesn't change anything, I still have one
hand free so I can write this stuff.
-------------------
Are you still here?
Okay, this is about sex, this is your last chance to stop reading.
There will be 'weird' sex involving water-based curses.
To keep the reader from thinking too much the following methods have been
used:
Quotation marks (" ") enclose speech
Single quotes (' ') enclose thoughts
Asterix (* *) indicate sound effects
Underscore (_ _) means it is in italics (a limitation of ASCII text format).
Greater/less than signs (< >) encapsulate Chinese.
Brackets ({ }) encapsulate English.
Squared brackets ([ ]) are text information and signs.
Parenthetical notes are asides by the narrator.
The continuing saga of perverted curses...
Ranma1/2 - The Curse Only Goes Up (it likes to be on top) part X -
Stretching The Truth
...Continued from chapter 09 omake...
Hmm, watching these five fine femmes frolic frantically makes me wonder how
they would all look doing the same in a tub full of lime gelatin, or chocolate
syrup.
"Oh, I need something bigger," a redhead pleads.
Akane checks around and finds that no one has any of the water on hand.
Shrugging it off she uses a standby method, shoving it into the begging cunt
forcefully.
A scream fills the house.
Soun puts his pipe out and slowly walks out the nearest door.
"Oh, Auntie, I didn't know you were here," Kasumi enters the kitchen to
conclude lunch preparations.
"I saw all this food setting out and had a feeling lunch was interrupted.
They have worked up an appetite now, hmm?"
"You could have joined us, auntie," picking up a tray and following Nodoka
out.
"I'm a middle aged woman, Kasumi, I can't go at it like you young ladies."
"Don't be silly, we know different than that."
They slip past the curtain to the appreciative look of Ranma and the rest
seated around the table.
Visually examining the guests she is serving today, and noting that Ukyou
and Ranma are slightly wet... and Ukyou is menacing at Akane.
"Geez," the only Kuonji present declares towards the youngest Tendou with
fierce mien.
Replying with tense exasperation, "I said I'm sorry."
"That is what is meant by 'bad touch'," Ukyou turns away.
Sputtering, "But you asked for it!"
Lurching to her feet, "YOU!"
Akane stands to meet her, growling.
Expression softening, gently cupping her cheek, the other hand reaches and
cups a lower cheek. "I liked it," whispering closely.
"Woo hoo! Lesbian kiss!" Ranma catcalls.
Nabiki splashes herself and snares him into a brief passionate kiss. Pulling
away, licking his own lips, "Y'know, yaoi is okay, but I like the other stuff
better," heads to the kitchen for hot water.
Ranma sits there a little perplexed. Eventually he will grouse silently to
himself about how lax a defense it was to leave such an opening for attack,
and make internal self-promises to fortify his training regimen.
Nodoka and Kasumi had set the trays down and merely resumed with lunch.
Dichotomous to that attitude, Akane and Ukyou had stood rigidly watching
while that played out.
"Uhm, well that was interesting," lamely.
"It certainly was," Akane agrees.
Suddenly cognizant of the suggestive aspect of their own appearance; they
step apart.
Coughing lightly and averting her face, "Come on over to my place sometime,
Akane, and I'll find something more reasonable to stick in you." Briskly
departing, walking funny.
Nodoka sets a filled rice bowl down, "Well, now that you've all had your fun
you must remember; only polite conversation at the table."
Order reigned for a short time as lunch began.
"What're you thinking, Akane?" Ranma asks between mouthfuls.
"I thought she was you! We're all over each other, I couldn't tell you two
apart, so I gave it to her when she begged."
"Well, after one of those she'll definitely be coming back for more," he
chuckles.
She blushes crimson.
Nabiki appends her voice to the dispute, "But really, Akane, up to the
elbow!"
Covers her face with her hands and runs down the hall.
"She did kinda stretch it a bit."
Nabiki groans at the humor attempt, "Yeah, soon you two WILL match, then
Akane can wear you both like a pair of house slippers."
Ranma goes blue and gags on the concept, sputtering out rice.
Kasumi and Nodoka calmly enjoy their lunch through this, only glancing at
each other upon that remark.
Upon other work to manage, the task of divulging the curious nature of
Ranma's momentary re-acquaintance with the full curse is left unto one girl
with her nimble mind and varied sources.
Nabiki ponders her list of theories... "Somehow he got the girl-curse back
and he suddenly lost it while on the toilet a day later... Nothing else is
known. We may have been passing around a part of the curse. Kunou still has it
so it didn't return. It could be the powder, but how?"
Writes a few more items down.
"I'll have to experiment. I wonder if Akane would mind being a guy for a
while for the purpose of science... that is if I do discover the way it
happened."
Wandering Nerima.
Reaffirming the task at hand, aloud, to no one in particular, "If I can just
find the train station I can get out of Hokkaido before winter sets in." Par
normal.
"Are you not Hibiki Ryouga?"
He snaps around defensively, "Uhm, yes I am... K-Kodachi?"
"Hmm, you peasants have your uses. I require protection, you will be
rewarded handsomely if you escort me to my manse."
"Why are you wearing Chinese..."
Opening an umbrella, fitting sunglasses on, "You will not be paid unless you
are prompt and ask no questions."
"Uhm... okay," walks away.
"Hibiki-san, the Kunou estate lays in this direction! Foolish boy."
Comes back to doggedly follow her.
"Your job is simple, I am not to be disturbed on my journey home."
"O-okay. Why?"
Growling, "You were NOT to ask questions."
They walk a few blocks.
Timidly, "Hibiki-san, could you consider me among your allies?"
Shrugging, "I don't see why not. You can have Ranma."
Suppressing a violent shudder. Probing the boy for worthiness, "Even when I
attacked Akane."
He chuckles, "Uhm, well, you see... ha ha ha... I sorta need protection from
her, rather than protecting her."
Raising an eyebrow, "Sasuke has not informed me on this, how do you mean?
How did this come about?"
"Heh, she sort of... believes something that... puts me in a bad light...
and well, she'll kill me on sight now."
Huffing per her usual haut monde attitude, "Probably that sorcerer's doing."
"Sorcerer?"
"Saotome Ranma, truly a dark mage as my dear missing brother persisted in
announcing. I am now sure he had some foul act to do with my brother's current
state. Yet I dare not approach him to query on my sibling's whereabouts."
"Ranma is a magician?" As lost to this reasoning as he is in any room with
one door.
"Evil wizard if you would."
"Is that why you're wearing Shampoo's clothes."
Sighing, "They are simply clothes, that will be done away with at the first
opportune."
Ryouga imagines that scene, then stifles a nosebleed.
Unheeding of Ryouga's momentary neurotic plight, "What do you know of
Saotome's evil?"
"Well, he caused me my curse," humming nasally due to the holding his nose.
Showing an unmannerful level of righteous anger, clenched fist and irises
aflame, "He laid a curse upon you as well?"
Stammering, managing to turn the phrase about, "Wha? He did something to
you?"
Coming around to squarely encounter him, gripping his shoulders, "Hibiki-
san, did he turn you into a scurrilous little beast and leave you at your wits
end?"
"Er, in a way... but that has changed slightly." Attempting to step back
from her, she holds on and matches the motion.
"Speak clearly," releasing him and returning to polite conversation
distance, "Do not riddle with me."
"I... used to turn into a little black pig when splashed with cold water...
but it seems to be gone today."
"Hmm, he undoubtedly is giving you a reprieve so as to further torture you
by restoring it later. He has cast a similar evil onto myself." Eyes widening,
'I just admitted that to this peasant?'
"Did he use water, what do you turn into?"
"I was at his whim at the time, bedeviled in ways I dare not recount, I know
not how he inflicted me. I... Hibiki-san, we share the same abuse from that
monster."
"You turn into a little black pig?" The gears in his head begin turning,
clattering along, then grinding to a halt with smoke before arriving at any
conclusion. The default response engages, "RANMA YOU WILL DIE! if i can get
past akane to do so." The default response amended from recent events, that
is.
"Come then, we must discuss battle plans. I'll have the servant prepare a
suitable dinner."
"No pork," Ryouga advises from habit.
Kodachi's milky white skin goes dull paper white, "Definitely none of such
meat... it is henceforth banned from the Kunou table. None in the service of
Kunou shall involve it."
Ranma escapes the Tendou property reaching the end of his wits. He had clung
to the ceiling when Nabiki came seeking him with a whip in hand trailing a
collar with chain. After Nabiki passed, he was nearly ready to make his run
when Akane came by carrying a cat suit complete with ears and tail. Uneasy
about moving from his perch, he lingers long enough to witness Kasumi pass
below with a can of instant whipped cream and a bag of fresh sweet cherries.
"Oh my, where could that hungry young man have run off to?"
Sighing in relief when she was out of sight, he begins to release his grip.
It was not to be; he found new purpose to maintain his purchase.
"Ranma?" His mother comes down the hall. Speaking to herself, "I was hoping
to have him home tonight. I bought such lovely nightgowns." The pair of items
in question would make a window hard to see through by comparison, and a dust
mote seem heavy.
Using cat-like reflexes, though he would never use that simile to describe
them it does illustrates the ability well, he leaps to the floor and as
quickly bounds out the door then up to the roof.
From roof to the wall and he walks along it hiding in the trees until he
reaches the street.
Sighing he hops down and sees two girls. Freezing a moment until their
identifies set in.
"Oh, Ranma... we were... Uhm, waiting for you to come out."
"Shh!" waving his hands, gesturing them to him.
Whispering, "What's wrong?"
"I need a place to hang out for a while. Things need to cool down."
Yuka blinks.
"We could cool down in the pool," Sayuri offers.
At Yuka's house they bring out her swimsuits.
"Er, I don't have my shorts."
"That's okay, Ranma-chan," splashing the last of a flask on him. "I thought
it might be better as an all girl outing."
Sayuri nods, "Yeah, we can talk."
Scowling, "I guess so. Hey!"
Yuka is brushing out Ranma's pigtail, "We should try to disguise you as much
as possible if you're having problems with the Tendous."
"Well, okay. It's incredible, they're just so... horny."
The two girls get into a coughing fit.
"What?" Ranma twists about to look at her.
Exuding innocence as a heavy sweat, "What do you mean, Ranma?"
"Call me Ranko for now." Breathing deeply to organize his thoughts, "Nabiki
had whips and chains, Akane a too-cute outfit, Kasumi with whipping cream and
mom had these... girly bed clothes..."
The two absorb this quietly.
Resuming with the brush, "Well, we'll have a normal girls' time at the
pool."
"Uh, Ranko," Sayuri is shuffling through the swimwear, "I don't think there
is anything for you to wear. Your breasts are just so huge!"
"Give her the bikini," Yuka puts the brush aside.
Ranma pulls back, "Why?"
"Silly," poking her in the softness of her chest, "Because it is the one
thing that WILL fit on you. One way or another."
Hanging her head, "Okay."
The door opens, "What are you girls doing in here, it's too nice of a day...
Oh, hello miss."
An urge to flee comes and passes quickly enough for him to consider the
situation with uncharacteristic intelligence. Standing up, bowing, "Saotome
Ranko."
"Oh my, how polite."
"We were getting ready to go to the pool, mom."
Sayuri quickly wraps the bikini top around Ranma over the shirt, "Will this
work, Ranko?"
The only two blushing are Ranma and Yuka's mother.
Ranma smiles weakly, "Er, it's a sure thing, Yuka."
The mother left, the door closed.
"You can let go now," Ranma suggests.
"Hmm, Ranma-kun," pulling her close and kissing, hands kneading Ranma's
tits. "Maybe you can get changed and we forget the pool."
"Sayuri," Yuka hisses.
"Maybe later, girls, I need a break. We're just friends, right?"
They nod vigorously.
"Very good friends," Yuka states.
"That invite you to a sleepover tonight," Sayuri adds with a wink.
A crowd of girls beat the boy out of the locker room with the typical
pervert-ignited fury.
The trio was hanging around to watch the festivity.
"Teaches her to be rude."
"Why would anyone say such things?"
"You two didn't have to do that," Ranma watches the boy wearing a girl's
swimsuit scramble about getting pummeled by brooms and mops and snapped by
towels.
"Bullies need to be taught a lesson."
"And the opportunity was just right."
Rubbing her head, "Why did you bring that anyway?"
"Uh, no reason," Sayuri grins.
Shocked, "Were you gonna use it on me?"
"No no no," Yuka redirects, "We were going to pour it in the pool. Heh heh
heh."
"Nabiki was smart about studying it, if any more water is put in it won't
work."
"Oh," Sayuri frowns, "Like in chemistry, it would be too dilute to react."
Ranma has met the humiliation before of being caught with his testicles
dangling out of various feminine clothes, and feels a little sympathy for the
girl they just treated. Disgusted at her companions, "Lets just get to the
pool."
Evening at the Kunou mansion.
Sasuke breaks into the conversation, "If he no longer has the curse, and now
you have a similar curse, mistress Kodachi-"
"Sasuke, by whose permission do you speak?"
"Wait!" Ryouga's mind cranks a few times, finding something in the lost
labyrinth of his mind, "If Ranma gave my curse to you, then he can take it
from you."
The ninja nods, "But who would he give it to then?"
Kodachi gives the midget the evil eye. "Well, that matters not. Akane could
be a fine recipient. We merely need to convince him to do so."
"I have the way," smacking fist to palm.
"Has that worked before, master Hibiki?"
"SASUKE!" Kodachi sets him to quivering with that one word. Addressing
Ryouga, "Let's leave the planning till morning."
"Morning?" Ryouga asks in confusion.
"To our partnership for the destruction Saotome Ranma," raising her glass.
"Er, to partners!" finding his untouched glass amongst all the dishware (so
much food he got lost amongst it).
Meanwhile at a sleepover.
"Ranko," Sayuri takes her hand, "We just used the last of ours, did you
bring some?"
"Always," then regretting it when she sees the looks in their eyes.
"You suggested it, Ranko. Me and Yuka practiced, maybe we're good enough to
please you this time."
"Er, you both did fine last time," backing away *thump*... to the wall.
Yuka pleads, "We were hoping you could continue our education."
Kodachi giggles to herself, something funny about that last toast. Giggling
again, "A toast to bread and butter!"
Sasuke comes around once more to fill the glasses.
Ryouga hiccoughs, "To cute black pigs, and their cute human forms!"
Sasuke opens another bottle.
"Please, Ranma," Yuka wriggles.
"But that's your..."
Sayuri-kun is working his dick rigorously in Yuka's other hole.
Ranma hesitates.
"Aren't you man enough, Ranma?"
An insult to manhood tips the scales and he carefully pushes himself into
her ass.
Yuka gasps and clenches.
Minutes later in new positions, Yuka splashes herself, "Okay, Ranko, over."
"B-but, nothing goes in that hole."
"What? You just did it to me."
"B-but..."
Sayuri blinks, "Yuka-kun, I think Ranko is an 'anal virgin'."
"Heh heh, sounds good to me."
Somewhere in the wash of emotions and sensations, Ranma has a brief flash of
comparison between the two current companions and his friends Daisuke and
Hiroshi.
~ Omake ~ Way past bed time
An empty bag that had cherries in it. Smears of whip cream all over the
room.
Kasumi is making purring sounds, dressed in a cat costume (all her moist
naughty bits exposed) with the tail fitted by the ends into pussy and asshole.
Nabiki whimpers, straining against the chain around her neck as Akane-kun
spanks her with the rolled up whip.
Soun lays awake in his bed, wide-eyed, tightly clutching a teddy bear.
Desperately NOT hearing the 'noises of the house settling in the night'.
Out in the street a frantic woman dashes along in fear for her life,
clutching what little she is still wearing. Fast on her heels is another
woman, waving about lingerie yelling, "Get back here, Genma, and put on this
nightgown!"
Elsewhere a pair is going at it like rutting pigs.
In the last location we will look at; someone is getting a new hole opened
up.
--
C&C will be twisted horribly and used indescribably.
Flames will be treated with napalm and the door closed.
-end file
--
Masamune Washington (hephaestus@mad.scientist.com)
http://jove.prohosting.com/~madanger
Disclaimers:
This product is meant for educational purposes only.
Not responsible for direct, indirect, incidental or consequential damages
resulting from any defect, error or failure to perform.
For external use only... DO NOT TAKE INTERNALLY
Based on Takahashi Rumiko-sama's Ranma Nibunoichi, except totally fucked
over.
Totally fucked over without permission.
This story may not be altered, nor may it be exchanged for monetary benefit.
It may however be exchanged for sexual favors.
Hentai-- The Lemon Disclaimer
THIS IS A LEMON RANMA FANFICTION!!
Stop reading now if you don't know what that means.
This story contains sexual behavior appropriate only to sexual situations.
If this offends you, you subscribe to certain sexually restrictive
religions, you do not believe in sex, you do not believe sex exists, have
medical conditions that would be aggravated by sexual stimulus, you are under
the age permissible to view sexual material in your area, or you in general
have no interest in sex; by no means continue reading. Stop immediately.
-------------------
I glance to the side and see it moving. Abused, neglected, annoyed... my
brain is crawling away. Oh well, doesn't change anything, I still have one
hand free so I can write this stuff.
-------------------
Are you still here?
Okay, this is about sex, this is your last chance to stop reading.
There will be 'weird' sex involving water-based curses.
To keep the reader from thinking too much the following methods have been
used:
Quotation marks (" ") enclose speech
Single quotes (' ') enclose thoughts
Asterix (* *) indicate sound effects
Underscore (_ _) means it is in italics (a limitation of ASCII text format).
Greater/less than signs (< >) encapsulate Chinese.
Brackets ({ }) encapsulate English.
Squared brackets ([ ]) are text information and signs.
Parenthetical notes are asides by the narrator.
The continuing saga of perverted curses...
Ranma1/2 - The Curse Only Goes Up (it likes to be on top) part X -
Stretching The Truth
...Continued from chapter 09 omake...
Hmm, watching these five fine femmes frolic frantically makes me wonder how
they would all look doing the same in a tub full of lime gelatin, or chocolate
syrup.
"Oh, I need something bigger," a redhead pleads.
Akane checks around and finds that no one has any of the water on hand.
Shrugging it off she uses a standby method, shoving it into the begging cunt
forcefully.
A scream fills the house.
Soun puts his pipe out and slowly walks out the nearest door.
"Oh, Auntie, I didn't know you were here," Kasumi enters the kitchen to
conclude lunch preparations.
"I saw all this food setting out and had a feeling lunch was interrupted.
They have worked up an appetite now, hmm?"
"You could have joined us, auntie," picking up a tray and following Nodoka
out.
"I'm a middle aged woman, Kasumi, I can't go at it like you young ladies."
"Don't be silly, we know different than that."
They slip past the curtain to the appreciative look of Ranma and the rest
seated around the table.
Visually examining the guests she is serving today, and noting that Ukyou
and Ranma are slightly wet... and Ukyou is menacing at Akane.
"Geez," the only Kuonji present declares towards the youngest Tendou with
fierce mien.
Replying with tense exasperation, "I said I'm sorry."
"That is what is meant by 'bad touch'," Ukyou turns away.
Sputtering, "But you asked for it!"
Lurching to her feet, "YOU!"
Akane stands to meet her, growling.
Expression softening, gently cupping her cheek, the other hand reaches and
cups a lower cheek. "I liked it," whispering closely.
"Woo hoo! Lesbian kiss!" Ranma catcalls.
Nabiki splashes herself and snares him into a brief passionate kiss. Pulling
away, licking his own lips, "Y'know, yaoi is okay, but I like the other stuff
better," heads to the kitchen for hot water.
Ranma sits there a little perplexed. Eventually he will grouse silently to
himself about how lax a defense it was to leave such an opening for attack,
and make internal self-promises to fortify his training regimen.
Nodoka and Kasumi had set the trays down and merely resumed with lunch.
Dichotomous to that attitude, Akane and Ukyou had stood rigidly watching
while that played out.
"Uhm, well that was interesting," lamely.
"It certainly was," Akane agrees.
Suddenly cognizant of the suggestive aspect of their own appearance; they
step apart.
Coughing lightly and averting her face, "Come on over to my place sometime,
Akane, and I'll find something more reasonable to stick in you." Briskly
departing, walking funny.
Nodoka sets a filled rice bowl down, "Well, now that you've all had your fun
you must remember; only polite conversation at the table."
Order reigned for a short time as lunch began.
"What're you thinking, Akane?" Ranma asks between mouthfuls.
"I thought she was you! We're all over each other, I couldn't tell you two
apart, so I gave it to her when she begged."
"Well, after one of those she'll definitely be coming back for more," he
chuckles.
She blushes crimson.
Nabiki appends her voice to the dispute, "But really, Akane, up to the
elbow!"
Covers her face with her hands and runs down the hall.
"She did kinda stretch it a bit."
Nabiki groans at the humor attempt, "Yeah, soon you two WILL match, then
Akane can wear you both like a pair of house slippers."
Ranma goes blue and gags on the concept, sputtering out rice.
Kasumi and Nodoka calmly enjoy their lunch through this, only glancing at
each other upon that remark.
Upon other work to manage, the task of divulging the curious nature of
Ranma's momentary re-acquaintance with the full curse is left unto one girl
with her nimble mind and varied sources.
Nabiki ponders her list of theories... "Somehow he got the girl-curse back
and he suddenly lost it while on the toilet a day later... Nothing else is
known. We may have been passing around a part of the curse. Kunou still has it
so it didn't return. It could be the powder, but how?"
Writes a few more items down.
"I'll have to experiment. I wonder if Akane would mind being a guy for a
while for the purpose of science... that is if I do discover the way it
happened."
Wandering Nerima.
Reaffirming the task at hand, aloud, to no one in particular, "If I can just
find the train station I can get out of Hokkaido before winter sets in." Par
normal.
"Are you not Hibiki Ryouga?"
He snaps around defensively, "Uhm, yes I am... K-Kodachi?"
"Hmm, you peasants have your uses. I require protection, you will be
rewarded handsomely if you escort me to my manse."
"Why are you wearing Chinese..."
Opening an umbrella, fitting sunglasses on, "You will not be paid unless you
are prompt and ask no questions."
"Uhm... okay," walks away.
"Hibiki-san, the Kunou estate lays in this direction! Foolish boy."
Comes back to doggedly follow her.
"Your job is simple, I am not to be disturbed on my journey home."
"O-okay. Why?"
Growling, "You were NOT to ask questions."
They walk a few blocks.
Timidly, "Hibiki-san, could you consider me among your allies?"
Shrugging, "I don't see why not. You can have Ranma."
Suppressing a violent shudder. Probing the boy for worthiness, "Even when I
attacked Akane."
He chuckles, "Uhm, well, you see... ha ha ha... I sorta need protection from
her, rather than protecting her."
Raising an eyebrow, "Sasuke has not informed me on this, how do you mean?
How did this come about?"
"Heh, she sort of... believes something that... puts me in a bad light...
and well, she'll kill me on sight now."
Huffing per her usual haut monde attitude, "Probably that sorcerer's doing."
"Sorcerer?"
"Saotome Ranma, truly a dark mage as my dear missing brother persisted in
announcing. I am now sure he had some foul act to do with my brother's current
state. Yet I dare not approach him to query on my sibling's whereabouts."
"Ranma is a magician?" As lost to this reasoning as he is in any room with
one door.
"Evil wizard if you would."
"Is that why you're wearing Shampoo's clothes."
Sighing, "They are simply clothes, that will be done away with at the first
opportune."
Ryouga imagines that scene, then stifles a nosebleed.
Unheeding of Ryouga's momentary neurotic plight, "What do you know of
Saotome's evil?"
"Well, he caused me my curse," humming nasally due to the holding his nose.
Showing an unmannerful level of righteous anger, clenched fist and irises
aflame, "He laid a curse upon you as well?"
Stammering, managing to turn the phrase about, "Wha? He did something to
you?"
Coming around to squarely encounter him, gripping his shoulders, "Hibiki-
san, did he turn you into a scurrilous little beast and leave you at your wits
end?"
"Er, in a way... but that has changed slightly." Attempting to step back
from her, she holds on and matches the motion.
"Speak clearly," releasing him and returning to polite conversation
distance, "Do not riddle with me."
"I... used to turn into a little black pig when splashed with cold water...
but it seems to be gone today."
"Hmm, he undoubtedly is giving you a reprieve so as to further torture you
by restoring it later. He has cast a similar evil onto myself." Eyes widening,
'I just admitted that to this peasant?'
"Did he use water, what do you turn into?"
"I was at his whim at the time, bedeviled in ways I dare not recount, I know
not how he inflicted me. I... Hibiki-san, we share the same abuse from that
monster."
"You turn into a little black pig?" The gears in his head begin turning,
clattering along, then grinding to a halt with smoke before arriving at any
conclusion. The default response engages, "RANMA YOU WILL DIE! if i can get
past akane to do so." The default response amended from recent events, that
is.
"Come then, we must discuss battle plans. I'll have the servant prepare a
suitable dinner."
"No pork," Ryouga advises from habit.
Kodachi's milky white skin goes dull paper white, "Definitely none of such
meat... it is henceforth banned from the Kunou table. None in the service of
Kunou shall involve it."
Ranma escapes the Tendou property reaching the end of his wits. He had clung
to the ceiling when Nabiki came seeking him with a whip in hand trailing a
collar with chain. After Nabiki passed, he was nearly ready to make his run
when Akane came by carrying a cat suit complete with ears and tail. Uneasy
about moving from his perch, he lingers long enough to witness Kasumi pass
below with a can of instant whipped cream and a bag of fresh sweet cherries.
"Oh my, where could that hungry young man have run off to?"
Sighing in relief when she was out of sight, he begins to release his grip.
It was not to be; he found new purpose to maintain his purchase.
"Ranma?" His mother comes down the hall. Speaking to herself, "I was hoping
to have him home tonight. I bought such lovely nightgowns." The pair of items
in question would make a window hard to see through by comparison, and a dust
mote seem heavy.
Using cat-like reflexes, though he would never use that simile to describe
them it does illustrates the ability well, he leaps to the floor and as
quickly bounds out the door then up to the roof.
From roof to the wall and he walks along it hiding in the trees until he
reaches the street.
Sighing he hops down and sees two girls. Freezing a moment until their
identifies set in.
"Oh, Ranma... we were... Uhm, waiting for you to come out."
"Shh!" waving his hands, gesturing them to him.
Whispering, "What's wrong?"
"I need a place to hang out for a while. Things need to cool down."
Yuka blinks.
"We could cool down in the pool," Sayuri offers.
At Yuka's house they bring out her swimsuits.
"Er, I don't have my shorts."
"That's okay, Ranma-chan," splashing the last of a flask on him. "I thought
it might be better as an all girl outing."
Sayuri nods, "Yeah, we can talk."
Scowling, "I guess so. Hey!"
Yuka is brushing out Ranma's pigtail, "We should try to disguise you as much
as possible if you're having problems with the Tendous."
"Well, okay. It's incredible, they're just so... horny."
The two girls get into a coughing fit.
"What?" Ranma twists about to look at her.
Exuding innocence as a heavy sweat, "What do you mean, Ranma?"
"Call me Ranko for now." Breathing deeply to organize his thoughts, "Nabiki
had whips and chains, Akane a too-cute outfit, Kasumi with whipping cream and
mom had these... girly bed clothes..."
The two absorb this quietly.
Resuming with the brush, "Well, we'll have a normal girls' time at the
pool."
"Uh, Ranko," Sayuri is shuffling through the swimwear, "I don't think there
is anything for you to wear. Your breasts are just so huge!"
"Give her the bikini," Yuka puts the brush aside.
Ranma pulls back, "Why?"
"Silly," poking her in the softness of her chest, "Because it is the one
thing that WILL fit on you. One way or another."
Hanging her head, "Okay."
The door opens, "What are you girls doing in here, it's too nice of a day...
Oh, hello miss."
An urge to flee comes and passes quickly enough for him to consider the
situation with uncharacteristic intelligence. Standing up, bowing, "Saotome
Ranko."
"Oh my, how polite."
"We were getting ready to go to the pool, mom."
Sayuri quickly wraps the bikini top around Ranma over the shirt, "Will this
work, Ranko?"
The only two blushing are Ranma and Yuka's mother.
Ranma smiles weakly, "Er, it's a sure thing, Yuka."
The mother left, the door closed.
"You can let go now," Ranma suggests.
"Hmm, Ranma-kun," pulling her close and kissing, hands kneading Ranma's
tits. "Maybe you can get changed and we forget the pool."
"Sayuri," Yuka hisses.
"Maybe later, girls, I need a break. We're just friends, right?"
They nod vigorously.
"Very good friends," Yuka states.
"That invite you to a sleepover tonight," Sayuri adds with a wink.
A crowd of girls beat the boy out of the locker room with the typical
pervert-ignited fury.
The trio was hanging around to watch the festivity.
"Teaches her to be rude."
"Why would anyone say such things?"
"You two didn't have to do that," Ranma watches the boy wearing a girl's
swimsuit scramble about getting pummeled by brooms and mops and snapped by
towels.
"Bullies need to be taught a lesson."
"And the opportunity was just right."
Rubbing her head, "Why did you bring that anyway?"
"Uh, no reason," Sayuri grins.
Shocked, "Were you gonna use it on me?"
"No no no," Yuka redirects, "We were going to pour it in the pool. Heh heh
heh."
"Nabiki was smart about studying it, if any more water is put in it won't
work."
"Oh," Sayuri frowns, "Like in chemistry, it would be too dilute to react."
Ranma has met the humiliation before of being caught with his testicles
dangling out of various feminine clothes, and feels a little sympathy for the
girl they just treated. Disgusted at her companions, "Lets just get to the
pool."
Evening at the Kunou mansion.
Sasuke breaks into the conversation, "If he no longer has the curse, and now
you have a similar curse, mistress Kodachi-"
"Sasuke, by whose permission do you speak?"
"Wait!" Ryouga's mind cranks a few times, finding something in the lost
labyrinth of his mind, "If Ranma gave my curse to you, then he can take it
from you."
The ninja nods, "But who would he give it to then?"
Kodachi gives the midget the evil eye. "Well, that matters not. Akane could
be a fine recipient. We merely need to convince him to do so."
"I have the way," smacking fist to palm.
"Has that worked before, master Hibiki?"
"SASUKE!" Kodachi sets him to quivering with that one word. Addressing
Ryouga, "Let's leave the planning till morning."
"Morning?" Ryouga asks in confusion.
"To our partnership for the destruction Saotome Ranma," raising her glass.
"Er, to partners!" finding his untouched glass amongst all the dishware (so
much food he got lost amongst it).
Meanwhile at a sleepover.
"Ranko," Sayuri takes her hand, "We just used the last of ours, did you
bring some?"
"Always," then regretting it when she sees the looks in their eyes.
"You suggested it, Ranko. Me and Yuka practiced, maybe we're good enough to
please you this time."
"Er, you both did fine last time," backing away *thump*... to the wall.
Yuka pleads, "We were hoping you could continue our education."
Kodachi giggles to herself, something funny about that last toast. Giggling
again, "A toast to bread and butter!"
Sasuke comes around once more to fill the glasses.
Ryouga hiccoughs, "To cute black pigs, and their cute human forms!"
Sasuke opens another bottle.
"Please, Ranma," Yuka wriggles.
"But that's your..."
Sayuri-kun is working his dick rigorously in Yuka's other hole.
Ranma hesitates.
"Aren't you man enough, Ranma?"
An insult to manhood tips the scales and he carefully pushes himself into
her ass.
Yuka gasps and clenches.
Minutes later in new positions, Yuka splashes herself, "Okay, Ranko, over."
"B-but, nothing goes in that hole."
"What? You just did it to me."
"B-but..."
Sayuri blinks, "Yuka-kun, I think Ranko is an 'anal virgin'."
"Heh heh, sounds good to me."
Somewhere in the wash of emotions and sensations, Ranma has a brief flash of
comparison between the two current companions and his friends Daisuke and
Hiroshi.
~ Omake ~ Way past bed time
An empty bag that had cherries in it. Smears of whip cream all over the
room.
Kasumi is making purring sounds, dressed in a cat costume (all her moist
naughty bits exposed) with the tail fitted by the ends into pussy and asshole.
Nabiki whimpers, straining against the chain around her neck as Akane-kun
spanks her with the rolled up whip.
Soun lays awake in his bed, wide-eyed, tightly clutching a teddy bear.
Desperately NOT hearing the 'noises of the house settling in the night'.
Out in the street a frantic woman dashes along in fear for her life,
clutching what little she is still wearing. Fast on her heels is another
woman, waving about lingerie yelling, "Get back here, Genma, and put on this
nightgown!"
Elsewhere a pair is going at it like rutting pigs.
In the last location we will look at; someone is getting a new hole opened
up.
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C&C will be twisted horribly and used indescribably.
Flames will be treated with napalm and the door closed.
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