Option 1
“It was just one piece of candy,” Akane sniffed. “That’s all. It isn’t like I was wolfing them down in great big handfuls or anything like that.”
“Akane…” Nabiki said, in a rather peculiar tone as though she was feeling sorry for her. Well, she should!
“I mean, who would miss one tiny bit of candy? We’ve hardly had anyone arrive at the door, we’ll still have almost all of it left over!”
“Akane…” Kasumi said in a similar tone to Nabiki. No, that wasn’t pity now that she heard it a second time. It was more like “You got what you got coming!”
“You know, it’s probably for the best we found out this way! Now we know not to give this candy out. Who knows what will happen to those poor kids - Oh gosh, we should stop them!”
“I don’t think you want to go outside dressed like that,” Kasumi observed, gripping Akane’s green arm.
“Dressed like what?” Akane asked, blinking a few times and looking at her sister. Funny. She tried to tilt her head in puzzlement, but it almost felt as if there was something on top of her head. Which, come to think, there was. She lifted it off and stared at it. A black, wide-rimmed hat with a rather conical design. It was a witch’s hat. Which she distinctly did not have on her head a moment ago when she was looking in the mirror.
Turning her head with tremendous trepidation, Akane stared once again at her reflection and let the hat drop from her fingers at the sight that awaited her. Earlier on she had been wearing something rather modest. A skirt, a jumper, nothing complicated. Not so much now. Not a trace of those clothes remained. They had been bright, vibrant. Yellows and blues and whites. There wasn’t a trace of light colour on her clothes, what little there was of them.
The dress was black. Black as the night’s sky. Bits of it seemed to reflect the light in tiny pinpricks, creating the illusion of stars. For some reason it almost seemed to complement her green skin, and it certainly placed a greater amount of emphasis on her curves. The neckline was deep. Much, much deeper than Akane would ever wear under normal circumstances. Far too short as well. It created the illusion it was longer than it was with a jagged pattern along the bottom like someone had taken a pair of scissors and performed a zigzag cut all the way across.
The only other visible item of clothing she was wearing was an equally black pair of fishnets. The overall effect of this particular ensemble made Akane swallow rather nervously and run off towards her room before her sisters could say anything else.
She couldn’t get it off herself fast enough. Akane pulled out the first items of clothing within reach, a pair of trousers and a blouse. She pulled on the trousers, buttoned up the blouse, then stared at herself in the mirror. Okay, so the curvaceousness of her form made it a little more sexualised than it usually was, but - But before her eyes she could see the items of clothing turn the same kind of black material as the other clothes.
The blouse and trousers seemed to join around her waist into a single item of clothing, prompting a mantra of “No, no, no!” from Akane as she tried to tug at it. The effect was like holding onto a bit of taffy that had passed the event horizon of a black hole. She had a minimal effect on the form it was taking, and that was about it. The trousers changed first and most dramatically from that point, flaring out into a wide skirt that at least had some more modesty than the previous one did. At least, until two very large slits all the way down both sides that made it almost impossible to keep either leg from flashing everything from the thigh down. The blouse changed next, the buttons transforming into sturdy threads as both halves of the blouse raced away from one another, leaving her with an outfit that was just about as bad as the last.
1) Akane doesn’t give up, and tries on other outfits until she finds something that at least lets her have <i>some</i> modesty!
2) Akane gives up and goes out in one of the dresses. She needs to warn everyone about that candy!
3) Akane decides on an entirely different course of action.
4) Meanwhile, another Nerima resident has eaten some candy.
5) Something else
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Option 2
“It was only two pieces,” Akane said, twirling her thumbs. “I mean, that’s hardly anything. Right?”
“Enough for a change in complexion,” Nabiki said, tilting her head a little. “And apparently enough for a costume change. To think, me without my camera!”
Akane looked down at herself and would have turned beet red if it would have showed up at all through her green skin. “Eek!” she shrieked, instinctively covering her barely covered cleavage with her hands while feeling remarkably grateful a certain dirty old man wasn’t anywhere nearby.
Something hit her shoulder right as she did it, and this brought Akane’s attention towards something she hadn't realised. She was holding something very firmly in her hand. More specifically, she was holding onto a stick.
“What?” she muttered, staring at it. “Where did that come from?” she asked nobody in particular, and then used the broom she was holding in her other hand to scratch at the side of her head.
Waitaminute. Broom? Akane threw it away almost on instinct, and all three of the girls gawked when it began to levitate in midair. Then their jaws really hit the floor when it made a sound that was almost like a bark, floated towards Akane and began to rub the broomhead against her like a cat being affectionate with her.
“Oh, how adorable!” Kasumi exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “Here, here, there’s a nice sentient broom! Want to help Kasumi sweep up the corridor? There’s a nice household instrument!”
“Well, she’s got that tamed pretty quickly,” Nabiki muttered to herself. “You know, seems to me the benefits outweight the bad side.”
“Nabiki! Stop playing economics with my curse!” Akane stomped her foot, and then nearly jumped out of her freshly green skin when a bolt of energy shot right out of the stick she was holding and zapped against the floor.
“Might want to be careful where you point that wand,” Nabiki observed, reaching into the bowlful of candy with a thoughtful gleam in her eye and swallowing two of the pieces before anyone could stop her…
Trick was, in a pique of self-awareness Nabiki had elected to wear a devil costume this particular evening.
- Nabiki transforms into a sexy devil, plus powers to match.
- Akane ignores Nabiki and tries to work out how this wand works.
- Ranma shows up and makes things worse.
- Kasumi plays with the sentient broom.
- Something else
Option 3
“It was just three pieces…” Akane said, her voice trailing off as she stared at her reflection. You know, it was strange. The yellow in her eyes wasn’t all that scary. Her nose wasn’t that weird, her ears weren’t all that pointed and her green skin actually looked kind of nice. One could almost say it was growing on her.
She let out a laugh. It came out like a cackle. Man, that felt good! So she did it again.
“Akane… Are you feeling alright?” Kasumi asked, reaching up to press her hand against Akane’s forehead, lifting up the brim of her witch’s hat to do so.
“Never better, my pretty!” Akane exclaimed, brushing aside the hand and placing her other hand firmly on her hip. She cackled and resumed analysing herself in the mirror. “Never better!”
While Kasumi and Nabiki shared a worried look, such wicked thoughts began to swirl around in Akane’s mind. Such terrible, uncharacteristic thoughts that became second nature, like breathing or walking. An inherent part of who she was now. In your typical myth or fairy tale a witch was a truly terrible thing. They would boil people alive and bake them in pies. Fatten up the unwary for that very purpose. They would place curses upon the foolish and boastful. They would steal life and beauty for their own use.
Be thankful, then, that Akane Tendo was not a regular witch but a sexy one. Her thoughts went in a bit of a… <i>different</i> direction.
“Even with bright green skin and mark of beauty, men will still come to tap my booty. One look and they’ll be in a trance, then I’ll give them a lap dance. I’ll put their willpower to the test, with perfect ass, legs and breasts. None can resist, oh that's a lock, my presence hardens every -”
“Akane!” Kasumi cried, beet red. “Wh-what has gotten into you?!” she stammered, barely able to look her sister in her bright yellow eyes. Nabiki was standing off to the side, applauding. “This is such inappropriate behaviour!”
The sexy witch slowly turned to the pair, and gave them a smile that was simultaneously wicked, seductive, off-putting and enticing. Even Nabiki backed away, feeling uncharacteristically intimidated.
“Your face is fair, your body’s fine, but neither’s quite as hot as mine! Still, ’tis a shame that you’re a prude… So now I’ll curse you to be nude!”
Akane pointed her wand at the eldest Tendo sister, and lightning crackled out of it, striking Kasumi square in the chest. She stumbled a little, then her hands began to move automatically, quickly removing every item of clothing on her body and tossing it aside.
“Uh… What are you doing?” Nabiki asked.
“I… I can’t help myself!” Kasumi exclaimed, quickly slipping off her panties. “I feel this strange compulsion to wear absolutely nothing. Oh my. How peculiar.”
“Peculiar, she says,” Nabiki noted, scratching her head. “You always had a talent for understatement.”
“Please now sister, stay the snide, I’ve crossed over to the hentai side. It’s not so bad from over here, with perfect tits and derriere! Still that face? Oh, why so glum? I get it now! You need to cum!”
Nabiki’s body tensed up, and she turned away to flee as soon as she heard Akane say that. However, she didn’t even manage a single step before the energy blast hit her in the back. A rather goofy expression washed over her usually controlled face and she dropped to her knees, taking short ragged breaths.
“Oh my,” Kasumi said, while Akane twirled around her wand and blew across the top. “Nabiki, are you alright?”
“Mmmmm, yessss!” Nabiki moaned, understandably both distracted and serving as a distraction. Neither sister noticed Akane stick her hands on her hips and swish her sexy green body right out the front gate, heading out into the Nerima streets for purposes no doubt every bit as wicked as they were perverted.
1) She runs into a girl from the series.
2) She runs into a boy from the series.
3) She runs into another candy victim.
4) Some of her old personality starts reasserting itself.
5) Something else
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Option 4
For reasons that escaped him, there were lotsa kids wandering the street in all kinds of outfits and carrying bags. Eh. Whatever. He’d picked up the food Kasumi had asked him to get, and man was he hungry! Here’s hoping dinner was ready soon! His stomach was - A brief autumn shower later, and the thought was corrected to <i>her</i> stomach was making rather noisy complaints about the lack of food.
“I’m home!” Ranma called, stepping through the front gate. She dropped the food off in the kitchen, where Kasumi (dressed up like an angel for some reason) smiled and thanked her, but it was pretty obvious food wasn’t gonna be ready for a bit.
Well. Damn. Apparently Akane was in the family room, so Ranma went off in that direction to see what the tomboy was up to. Turned out the answer was “sleeping next to a bowl full of delicious, enticing candy.” Yum yum yum! Surely she wouldn’t miss a bit, and besides it wasn’t like she’d be doing her figure any favours keeping all that to herself. Her thighs were already too thick, thank you very much.
So without guilt or hesitation, Ranma snagged a bit of candy and popped it into her mouth. Huh! Not too bad at all, the sex-changed martial artist thought, unware that her skin was turning green and her eyes were beginning to show a distinctly yellowish colour….
1) Ranma eats another candy.
2) Ryoga arrives, challenges Ranma to a fight.
3) Ranma tries to change back. Can't.
4) Something else
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Option 5
When he’d first heard about Halloween, Ranma had thought it was a really weird holiday. Didn't make a lick of sense to him. Way it was explained to him, kids dressed up as monsters and went door to door expecting free candy. If they didn’t get any, they were then obliged to throw toilet paper, rotten eggs or some combination thereof all over the offending house, then move on to the next one.
In the meantime, women were obligated to forego their regular sense of modesty and dress in outfits that showed off their figure while simultaneously satirising a popular fictional character with an origin either modern, ancient or somewhere in between.
The really weird bit was that everyone else was acting like they’d always celebrated the weird Western holiday, but hey, they were having fun and not hurting anyone so what the hell? Let them eat candy.
God, but he wanted some candy. Though he was too old for it, apparently. At least that’s what the tomboy told him. Look at her. Lying there next to the bowl. He’d seen her slip one aside when nobody was looking. Ranma turned up his nose and popped one into his own mouth without a drop of hesitation.
Still, he had to admit. It was kinda fun dressing up in a weird costume. Sure, he wasn't getting any candy outta it, but there was something a little bit fun about it all. He didn’t have fun all that often, really. And, naturally enough, he looked awesome in it. Went without saying. He could pull off just about anything and make it look good. It just so happened that today he had decided to wear a costume of -
1) Another anime character
2) A monster
3) Another kind of fictional character
4) A profession
5) Something else
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