Story: Wild Ride For Ranma

Here we go, and I hope you enjoy it!


The elevator shuddered to a stop, and the lights grew dim. Anyone could tell that they had stopped moving. Perhaps a power outage? Just wonderful! Here she was, stuck in a small, confined space with her completely nude airen, and he was a girl right now!

Ranma leaned over to peer at the buttons in the dim light and Shampoo found herself staring at the outline of her figure. It was rather impressive to say the least. Not quite a patch on his muscular male form, but there was still tremendous beauty to be appreciated here.

“Just what we need,” Ranma said, pushing what looked like the emergency door-opening button. “I guess we’re stuck in here for the time being.”

Shampoo would have probably killed for a little hot water right about now. As it was, she really shouldn’t be staring at Ranma’s girl form like that. Even though her breasts were magnificent, and her figure divine. It was male Ranma she wanted, and damn, but she had to find some hot water! That was the only thing keeping this from perfection. She averted her eyes to the floor, and winced a little at realising that from here she had an even better view of Ranma’s breasts because of the way she was leaning over the floor. Okay then. She’d stare at the wall, which again showed a reflection of Ranma stretching out with her breasts hypnotically jiggling. Goodness, but was every surface in here reflective and she just hadn’t noticed?

“Aachoo!”

Shampoo stopped to wipe a little drool from her chin. That particular sneeze had sent Ranma’s body into the typical uncontrolled shaking that all sneezes do, and it had caused some rather interesting physical poetry to ripple out across her body. The warrior girl shook her head clear it of such thoughts. No, no, no! No lusting after Ranma’s girl form! Especially since she was noticeably shivering, which was probably something she should be concerned with.

“You is cold, yes?” Shampoo said.

“Yeah, maybe a little. No way am I putting those clothes back on, not until they’re all dried out. Don’t mind me, we’re all girls here so there’s no trouble. Right?”

Right. Both girls here, when there really should be a man standing there all naked and wet and thinking naughty thoughts. Still, this was a decent opportunity. It was just common sense, really. And when airen next became a boy again, he’d remember what it felt like, which would certainly help her case along long term…

“Shampoo have idea,” she innocently said. “If share body heat, airen warm up, help drive cold away.”

“Gee, I don’t know about that Shampoo. I mean -”

“Why not?” Shampoo interrupted. “We is both girls here, and Shampoo no mind.”

Ranma still seemed a bit hesitant, so Shampoo took the decision into her own hands the only way she knew how: A flying glomp. Rather impressive given how much of a running start that she had (i.e., none), but now she had girl-type Ranma pinned to the ground and hesitantly snaking her arms around Shampoo’s back. The pigtailed girl stopped shivering and sniffed.

“Thanks, I guess,” Ranma said, with breathing that betrayed embarrassment just as much as it rubbed soft and enticing breasts up against Shampoo’s own, separated only by a thin layer of cloth. Shampoo’s head nuzzled into Ranma’s neck. Smelled nice here.

“Is no problem,” Shampoo sighed. This was kind of nice. Which created a bit of a dual problem, so far as she was concerned. It was nice, and she wanted to stay like this… On the other hand, the longer she stayed here the longer she would have to contend with this peculiar desire to try for something a little further with Ranma’s girl form.

But she was a warrior, first and foremost. She would not lose control so easily.

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It was kind of fun watching Tatewaki Kuno parade around the room full of bluff and fury. Though it was funny, Nabiki could’ve sworn he’d had a shirt on when he’d arrived. Eh, whatever. It was funny either way.

“To think that coward Saotome would rather depart this journey than linger on and face me in our fated battle at our final destination!” he roared. “I shall not abide such cowardice, Nabiki Tendo! Tell me, where has the coward fled?”

She bided her time, inspected her nails and let him stew in his own juices for a little bit. How much should she milk him for? Heck, she hadn’t even known Kuno was challenging Ranma to another fight. Worthwhile information itself, even if only to watch Ranma casually stomp all over the former toughest guy in school yet again. Sometimes an ego needs to be deflated, and that was rather tremendous fun to watch.

“Do not ignore me, Nabiki Tendo!” he exclaimed, getting a little too into her personal space for her own comfort. Right. Kid gloves, off.

“Or what?” she asked without a trace of emotion. “You don’t have the wit or cunning to hurt me any way but physically, and the second you even looked like you were going to try I’d scream this hotel down. We do this at my pace, or not at all. Understand, Kuno-baby?”

The disgruntled kendoist begrudgingly took a seat opposite her and glowered right into her eyes. Amazing. He <i>can</i> be taught. Nabiki rose from her seat and began to pace around him as he sat there. Oh yes, how he was stewing in those juices!

“It seems to me that this information is worth quite a lot to you,” Nabiki said, smelling blood in the water as she spoke. “I wonder how much… Ten thousand yen, perhaps? Twenty thousand? Oh, don’t bristle so much, Kuno-baby. Maybe if you apologise on your hands and knees for interrupting me while I’m trying to unwind, I’ll knock a little off the price. How does that sound?”

“Very well,” Kuno said through gritted teeth. He assumed the position, and in response she gently nudged him with her foot so that it would be suitably grovelling enough. Goodness, but this was fun. She should have done this years ago. “I humbly apologise for interrupting your attempts to relax.”

“Better. How does nine thousand grab you, bearing in mind that too adamant a refusal might jack the price back up a bit?”

With a nervous twitch and a flick of the wrist, Kuno laid out the appropriate sum and she told him what she knew. Which wasn’t much, to be honest. Ranma was coming back, having fallen off by accident. He should be here by morning, in fact, which Kuno obviously realised meant he’d been had. Wait a few hours and he’d have seen Ranma sitting with everyone else for breakfast. So, off he goes! Slouched and defeated. Broken by her will.

Goodness, that felt good. Her entire body felt alive. Powerful. Potent. Hungry for more…

There was a knock on the window, and Nabiki peered out to see a soaking wet Ranma hanging from the roof upside down.  Curious enough to see what her future brother/sister-in-law had to say, she flicked the hatch and let the pigtailed girl flip herself inside.

“Well, Saotome! What can I do for you? I hope you don’t mind skipping to the point a bit, it’s been a long and interesting night.”

“Right, well… It’s about Akane,” Ranma admitted, which was a bit of a surprise to Nabiki. An admission like that was like drawing blood from a stone. “She’s been behaving weird ever since I got back, and I was wondering if anything had happened while I was gone.”

Nabiki could feel the predatory smile crossing her lips before she could think to stop it. There it was. That strange feeling of domination over another. Pleasurable. Desirable. Control.

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Control. Control. Control yourself, Shampoo. This isn’t like you. Sure, you and Ranma had spent what must have been hours just sitting there and hugging in the dim light, but that was simply a ploy to get to Ranma’s boy form. Nothing more.

So how was it that she’d wound up naked herself, lying atop her own clothes while her beloved - still in girl form - placed a series of gentle, loving, infuriatingly precise series of rubs and kneads all over her - again, naked - back?

“See, Shampoo?” Ranma whispered in her ear. “Can you feel all that tension melting out of you?”

Shampoo bit into her fist. It was the only thing stopping her from moaning. Goodness, but those fingers were talented! In spite of everything else, she was completely out of control over her own body, and - oh, god!

“You know, I was thinking about the day we first met,“ Ranma said, gently reaching down to cup her head and draw her up so they were looking eye to eye even as a firm pair of feminine hands introduced delights unimagined to her lower back - Hang on, that wasn’t…

“I mean, there I was, eating your prize,” Ranma continued, stroking Shampoo’s hair. She was purring like a kitten even through her fist. “I challenge you to a fight, and you accept. Can’t help but wonder what would’ve happened if I’d lost. Hm? What were you going to do if I lost that fight, given that I’d already eaten the food?”

A third Ranma appeared, rubbing her shoulders and nibbling her ears. What was going on? What was happening to her? Why did it feel so good?

“I think we both know the answer Shampoo,” the third Ranma said, only stopping to nuzzle Shampoo’s neck. “You were planning to take me away and eat me.”

“Then you got pissed off when I refused to play ball,” the second Ranma said. “When I didn’t play into your fantasy. So you chased me all the way across China, and ‘fell in love’ with my boy side. Never willing to admit to yourself that it was a different pigtailed person you wanted all along. That’s why you cried when you realised the truth. Isn’t it, Shampoo? Because you were forced to realise the truth.”

“What do you say, Shampoo?” the first Ranma asked, or maybe the second or third or maybe even a fourth or fifth she couldn’t even think to care or even really think too much anymore their hands were everywhere and - “Just give into what you really want. Lose control, and I think you’ll like it.”

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It was a golden throne studded with jewels, but by no means was it the first beautiful thing one would lay eyes upon within this room. No. That would be the young woman in a silk dress that barely covered anything at all sitting atop that throne, who was even now being offered a drink by a young man in a waiter’s outfit and a small fang protruding from his mouth.

“Your wine, my lady,” Ryoga said with a small bow. “Is there anything else I can get you?”

“For the time being?” Nabiki said, rolling the wine around in the glass before taking the time to properly savour and drink it. “It might be best if you went to fetch me more wine. If you return by the time I have finished this glass I might even help you tell Akane how you feel about her.”

And so, Ryoga Hibiki backed out of the room, immediately heading off in the direction of the bathroom rather than the wine cellar. Poor fool, she almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

“Pardon me, my lady!” another young woman with a short bowl cut and wearing a rather revealing maid uniform called. “Did you mention my name just now? I was wondering if you wanted me for something.”

“Not now, little sister,” Nabiki said, casually waving her aside without even deigning to look in her direction. “Please, resume polishing the floor and I’ll have your little matter with Ranma sorted out in no time flat.”

Hm. Time for a little entertainment, she thought. Nabiki reached over and lifted a little bell, gave it a little ring, and two figures paraded out in front of her. Two girls. Ukyo and Shampoo. With a grin and a nod, they began their work tackling one another to the ground in an almost far too eager display of affection.

“Remember now,” Nabiki said, smiling to herself as the okonomiyaki chef eagerly dove her lips and tongue into furious action upon the warrior woman’s dripping pussy. “The first to make the other cum four times gets my secret advice for winning that idiot Ranma’s heart. That is what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress Nabiki!” they both called in unison. Nabiki simply smirked to herself, and lay back to enjoy the show. Who knew that having control over others would make her feel so… alive?

1.     Continue Shampoo’s dream.
2.     Continue Nabiki’s.
3.     The next morning…
4.     Ranma arrives at the hotel, at last.
5.     Other girls become succubus victims.
6.     Something else