Story: Sexy Furinkan Girls

My original idea for the first scene was that the two sisters would go down a "light" and "dark" path of hentai. You'll see what I mean, probably. Decided against making it so obvious.


The more Kasumi looked through her wardrobe, the less that she liked what she was seeing. While it was true that everything fit her, it was all sexualised. It was all fetish fuel manifest in cloth form. She wouldn’t be seen dead out in public wearing something like -

<i>Kasumi stepped into the shop and all heads turned towards her. A handsome young man smiled and offered a discount on the fruit they were selling today. She leaned over to inspect the fruit, coincidentally giving him a look at her -</i>

She shook her head and tried to shake off the image. Thoughts just like it had passed through her mind every time she picked out an outfit. What she would look like in it. What the reaction would be. How easy and fun it would be to cut loose, seduce someone, have a bit of fun… But that kind of thing was completely improper. Not that she had much room for it, really. The only thing she could do now was put on the least revealing of all the outfits and try to buy something a little more modest. Try. Her new figure may not allow it.

Nothing really came close to “modest”, unfortunately. But after considering the variables of decency, the best one was probably the French maid outfit. So there she was. Red as beetroot, stepping outside of her door and hoping against hope that she could make it to the shops without too many people seeing her. And (ooh) lusting after her. Once she had some more proper attire, then she could worry about her sisters as well. Then they could work out the cause for this transformation, but then again Ranma and Akane and the others would probably resolve it all before she even knew it.

Though would it be such a terrible thing if they couldn’t?

That thought made Kasumi stop and think for a moment. Did a part of her really want to stay like this? Oversexed, hot enough to make lava jealous. The French maid outfit wasn’t too uncomfortable either, especially compared with what she had expected. It gave her rather substantial bust just the right amount of lift to be comfortable, and the support was really helping her balance. Catching sight of herself in a mirror, it also looked phenomenal. Not only could she stop traffic, but it probably wouldn’t start for an hour after she left.

“Oh, there you are!” Nabiki exclaimed, slinking out of her room in an ill-fitting jumper and a far too tight pair of shorts. They almost looked painted on. “As I was saying before: You need to relax a little, try to have some fun. What’s wrong with a little harmless fun?”

“Plenty,” Kasumi replied firmly. Though she did wonder what Doctor Tofu might say about the change. He was such a funny man, and so cute. “Especially since we don’t know what’s going on.”

“All the more reason to try to have fun with it while it lasts,” Nabiki said. There was that calculating look in her eye again. Sometimes Kasumi worried about her little sister. Well, both of them, really. Just for different reasons. “Look at us,” she continued. A finger trailed down her curves, and it was quite the scenic route. “We can have men and women alike as putty in our hands. Think of it. Spot of advertising to bring people into the dojo, Ranma and Akane to do the training while you bring them snacks and refreshment. All those sweaty, athletic young men flocking to train here. Can you imagine that?”

She could. Rather too easily for her own good. Row after row of them with their gi open just enough to show a little of their toned and muscular chests. Though not a patch on the sight she could present with her own chest, the idea of so many of them surrounding her did make Kasumi feel rather warm and pleasant.

“We should be using this to our advantage,” Nabiki continued. “What’s wrong with using a little sex appeal to get what we deserve?”

“Plenty,” Kasumi mumbled, half lost in a daydream about those young martial artists lining up to give her a shoulder massage. When the conversation pierced the veil through to her conscious mind, she blinked and considered for a moment. “Yes. There is plenty wrong with that. We should not be using our assets to manipulate and control people. We should be using them to -” To what? What exactly was she intending just now? “Help people,” she finished. It felt a little lame, but yes. She should be using her sex appeal for the benefit of others, rather than herself. Her indecisiveness from before completely vanished in an instant. She had needed to loosen up a little, try to enjoy this a bit. And that was how she would enjoy it. By using her sex appeal for the benefit of others.

It took a little longer for that wish to work its way through, but it paid off in the end.

“Suit yourself,” Nabiki shrugged. Had there been any men in the area just now, their erection from seeing this changed Nabiki merely shrug could have probably pierced steel. The added bonus of Kasumi in a French maid outfit would have sent them into a coma. “More fun for me.”

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Ranma had been in a lot of humiliating situations in his life. Especially recently. A good deal of them involving his curse in some way or other. At absolutely no point in his life had he expected that he might, while in girl form, be left naked from the waist down while a lunatic repeatedly spanked his, or rather her, bare bottom.

“Such a naughty minx!” Kodachi cooed. The swat on her rear came, and was rather lacking in any conviction. Also, the hand was lingering in place for quite a while. “A bad girl! A bad and sexy girl!” And now the hand was trailing down her thigh. Right. Okay. Ranma gave herself permission to freak out.

“Get the hell away from me, you psycho!”

“Oh, darling!” Kodachi said, using the same tone usually reserved for his guy side. Oh, <i>good</i>. “Don’t be like that. Not now that my eyes have been opened to the truth! Not now that -”

“There they are!” a voice that sounded suspiciously like an extremely breathy Ukyo yelled. “Get away from my man!”

“Your man?!” Kodachi scoffed, using her ribbons to deflect incoming spatula projectiles. “You mean my woman!”

A hand grabbed Ranma’s and began to tug her backwards. It took a moment to realise it was Akane, but unfortunately their route was cut off by a row of spatula. Also, the ribbon on her leg wasn’t exactly helping their escape.

“Not so fast,” Kodachi said coolly.

“Yeah, that’s right!” Ukyo said. “We’re finishing this! Got that?!”

“Hmph!” Akane flexed her fists and strode off towards the pair. “I should’ve known better than to try to sneak off with him for a quick shag. Let’s get this over with.”

1. Ranma sneaks off by herself while the other girls fight.
2. Meanwhile, Shampoo.
3. Meanwhile, Nabiki goes out on a man/woman hunt.
4. Meanwhile, Kasumi figures out how to use her sexuality for the benefit of others.
5. Something else