<b>Regular Universe</b>
Shampoo respected her great-grandmother, and not simply because of some silly familially induced respect or tradition or law or anything like that. It wasn’t because the woman was her elder, it wasn’t because she was <i>such</i> an amazing martial artist that taught Shampoo everything she knew and still had much, much more to teach. Well. That certainly helped, but it wasn’t the main reason.
That particular reason was a rather simple one to understand. Shampoo was a sneaky, sneaky person. She liked manipulating people. She was pretty good at it as well, for various reasons. Martial arts skill helped, but primarily it was because she was very, very cute and she knew it all too well.
But then there was her great-grandmother, who made her look downright foolish in comparison. Given time, she could probably persuade a tree to fall down by talking with it. She was observant, she was patient, she was canny and so very terribly wise…
She was also cockblocking. As in, blocking Shampoo from spending time with her beloved airen, who wanted to go on a date with her tonight for some reason. Wasn’t this the entire reason they were even here in the first damn place? Bringing him back with them, making him realise how perfect they were for each other, all that stuff?
“Feel what he was doing?” Yes. Of course she did. She felt it all right, and it felt wonderful. A willing display of affection, with no obvious attempt to manipulate her into giving him something she didn’t want to give him anyway. Something wrong with her husband-to-be? Hardly! He had just come to his senses, was all it was!
So. Whatever explanation she had better be a good one because what she’d said so far had made absolutely no sense at all to Shampoo, and she really hoped the old woman was able to speak more specifically soon. That massage had set her engine going, and she was kind of hoping her airen would be able to help her sort that out.
Given that, it was a tremendous shame he was bound, gagged and unconscious. Bordered very nearly on tragedy, so far as she could see.
“I still don’t understand what is wrong with him,” Shampoo said in their native language, trying very hard not to tap her foot impatiently.
“Well, girl! Just look at him! These ill-fitting clothes, the massage he was giving you was clearly an attempt to manipulate your aura… Ah! Set him down here. Now, let’s take a look at him…” she said, gently prodding at Ranma’s chest and moving up towards his head. “I thought as much,” she muttered, mostly to herself but probably for Shampoo’s benefit. “Come here a moment. Press your hand here and tell me what you feel.”
Shampoo quirked an eyebrow and strode forward. It was a rare thing for her to ask Shampoo to do something like an aura rea- She recoiled almost as soon as her skin made contact with the indicated spot, like her hand had been bitten by a snake.
“What?!” she exclaimed. “Great-grandmother, what was that?”
“That was the change I mentioned,” Cologne answered. “Ensure he is securely tied down,” she instructed, and Shampoo nodded a little fearfully, using many, many ropes to keep him in place. Her beloved was a very strong man, and she only hoped that this would be suffic-
She felt something touch her back, and it made her nearly jump out of her skin. “Great-grandmother! What you do?” she yelped, running through her memories at what pressure points she could have possibly touched.
“As I feared. Whatever… corruption lies within son-in-law now lies within you. In much smaller amounts, to be certain, but it is present nonetheless. Come now. We must hurry.”
“Hurry? Where?”
“The corruption carries with it a rather perverted nature,” her great-grandmother explained. “With that in mind, even Mousse could see where we should be going now.”
“Hello?” called the stupid blind duck boy himself, walking in through the front door just as they were about to leave. “Did I hear someone say my name?”
“Ah! Well, mister part-timer! Make yourself useful for once. Ensure son-in-law doesn’t attempt to leave before we get back. There is something terribly wrong with him.”
“You only just noticed?” Mousse asked, adjusting his glasses and peering at a potted plant. “I’ve been saying that since I met him!”
“More wrong than usual, then! Supernaturally so, one might say! Come, my dear, we have to find the fiend in case he does this to other people as well!”
Except that wasn’t the only reason she was worried about time, was it? Shampoo caught that glance back at her, the slightest trace of something in the old woman’s eyes she hadn’t meant to let slip. It said something like, “We have to find him before the corruption spreads within you as well.”
Well then. They had better get a move on, hadn’t they?
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Somehow she’d wound up in her room. Sitting on her bed. Staring very intently at her knees. Her sister, normally cold and left undisturbed by pretty much anything you could throw at her, was doing much the same thing.
“I think,” she very slowly said, “I have it under control now.”
Akane nodded. So did she. It wasn’t easy, but so did she. Sort of. She was still horny. Her body was aching for attention. Attention it wasn’t getting, wasn’t getting, wasn’t! Getting! No matter how much it demanded it! Because she was in control, she was - Ugh! This was impossible!
“This is all Saotome’s fault, you know,” Nabiki noted. “Whatever got into him, it’s gotten into us.”
“He’s probably off with one of those other girls by now,” Akane said, and didn’t really feel like she could blame him too much. If he was going through half of what they were, he’d have probably gone straight for Shampoo or Ukyo and stuck his tongue down their throats. His busy hands wouldn’t have found any resistance as they wandered all over those tight bodies, drinking them all in.
They would linger over Ukyo’s ass. Ponder over Shampoo’s breasts. Firm. Round. Eminently squeezable. Inviting to the touch and so very pretty to look at…
Fingers were snapped in front of her face. “You were starting to drool,” Nabiki said. Akane slapped herself. It didn’t help. If anything, it somehow made it worse. Great. Now she was being turned on by pain.
“I’m surprised you’re not revelling in this,” Akane admitted. “My… breasts are already a size bigger. You could so easily get all the boys to give you so much money if you wanted.”
“Hmph. Not at the expense of my dignity, thank you very much,” Nabiki sniffed. “Well. What’s left of my dignity after my behaviour earlier.”
“We just need to concentrate,” Akane stated. “So long as we don’t give in and do anything perverted, the changes stop. So, if we starve it long enough and don’t do anything at all perverted, we should be able to stop it outright.”
“You think,” Nabiki corrected.
“I think,” Akane admitted. But it was a pretty solid guess. Certainly beat giving in and humping something unto destruction, but that thought was somehow harder to hold onto than P-chan at bathtime. Next time she saw Ranma, she was going to demand an answer from that boy. Keep him at arm’s length, and get herself a well-deserved answer.
- They’re able to resist perversion, up until the moment Kodachi shows up looking for a fight.
- Ranma wakes up and persuades Mousse to let him go.
- Meanwhile, back in the pervert universe Ranma slips away from the pool party to investigate.
- Same as above, except Ranma is spotted slipping away by someone and apprehended for a little fun.
- Something else
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