For the same reason, yet different causation, Ranma’s heads were both starting to hurt. His upper head because of how completely surreal the situation was, and his lower head because any attempt at solving the problem involved looking at very enticing, very sexy, very female, very naked flesh. The problem? Getting them dressed. It was like herding cats, which was an especially difficult prospect for him to wrap his head around given the mind-erasing terror.
“See?” Akane said triumphantly with arms clasped cutely behind her back and a tiny bounce of her feet that translated into a rather great deal of bounce in her chest. “Not a single thing to wear.”
“Nothing in my wardrobe fits either one of us,” Ukyo added. She was leaning against a doorframe with a sultry look in her eyes, but then again it was rather the same look both girls had been giving him for the entire time they’d been trying the clothes. “Our breasts are far too big and sensitive to wear anything or even to wrap them, while trousers, shorts and the very few skirts I have all slide right off our hips.”
“We’re too sexy for clothes,” Akane said, and the very next moment Ranma felt her gripping his arm, tugging it right into the middle of her welcoming, warm cleavage. “I guess that means we’ll have to stay in. And have sex.”
Ranma swallowed. Okay. Sure. That actually sounded like a fun way to pass the day, if not the rest of his life. His memories of what they had been doing had been intense. No, that wasn’t quite a strong enough word for it. Ukyo snuggled in on his other side and nuzzled against his neck, making all trace of resistance seem like a really bad idea. However. Ranma understood that this wasn’t right. He understood that they weren’t acting like their usual selves. Therefore -
“No thanks,” Ranma said, extracting himself from the girls and turning his back so they couldn’t see the rapidly growing bulge in his trousers. “I’ve had enough uncute tomboy for one day.”
“Uncute?” Akane said. “What on earth could you possibly find uncute about -”
“Sure, you’ve got a killer body,” Ranma said. “But it’s not done anything about your personality. Still uncute. Still a tomboy. And I bet you’re still violent, can’t cook, can’t swim, and my girl form is <i>still</i> hotter than -”
At which point to his great relief Akane wheeled him around and slapped the taste out of his mouth. It stung, but not nearly so much as the tears in her eyes.
“You couldn’t think of a better way to snap me out of that?” she sniffed, then looked down at herself and scowled at Ranma until he turned his back. From the sound of things she was grabbing a random piece of cloth to hold over her body, which was a really promising sign. “Had to go straight to the insults, couldn’t think of any other way to shake this… Whatever it is.”
“It worked,” Ranma said. “How are you feeling?”
“Horny,” Akane said. “But in control, which is more than we can say for - Meep! Give that back!”
“Nuh uh!” Ukyo said in a teasing manner, though whatever else was going on behind Ranma was being left up to his suddenly very, very active imagination. “If you don’t want him, then Ranma’s all mine. Aren’tcha, Ranchan?”
Ranma felt the breasts pressing against his back and a pair of hands slide down the side of his body. He swallowed quite nervously, wracking his brain for a way to snap Ukyo out of this spell like he had for Akane. The same tactic wouldn’t work here, and it was only a matter of time before -
“Hands off!”
- Akane lost her temper and pulled the two of them into a cat-fight, which would hardly help their efforts to resist the spell. What would work best against Ukyo, his oldest friend? It was odd. He knew her so well they were so close and yet he couldn’t quite grab a handle on what would do the job. What he needed was a distraction. Some overriding emotional reaction not related to her attraction to him. At which time, in an act of seemingly divine intervention, Ranma’s stomach growled like a lion and epiphany dawned upon so brightly that it burned.
“Hey, Ucchan!” Ranma playfully called. “I’m kind of hungry. Was thinking about going across the street to get some ramen, you want some too?”
“Ramen?!” Ukyo yelled, indulging in her own little vice: Unreasonable protectiveness from competitors. “Why get ramen when I can - I can… Whoa, sugar. Gotta thank you for that. Need to sit down a little.”
Alright, that was good. Now all three of them could sit down a moment, breathe a heavy sigh of relief and properly consider their options. Back to back, naturally. It was probably not safe to look at one another at the moment, but at the very least they could now think things through without anyone actively trying to seduce one another.
“Thanks,” Akane said. “I mean for bringing us out of whatever that was. This spell was making us act like horny idiots, but you were able to resist and brought us back to ourselves. I mean, it would have been so easy for you to wrap your big, strong hands around me, pin me to the wall and -” He heard a sound like a slap coming from Akane’s position. “Sorry. This stupid perverted spell is turning us into perverts!”
“It’s more than that, sugar,” Ukyo added. “It’s sorta like an infectious perversion. The two of you gave it to me, and then -” she stopped for a moment. “Hold on, I seem to remember screwing Konatsu and that idiot Tsubasa. Where the hell are those two?”
As if in answer, a throaty deep feminine moan emanated from downstairs, and was shortly thereafter joined by another. The two entered a peculiar harmony with one another that left a distinct feeling of unease within Ukyo’s bedroom, which was already pretty thick with it as was. Ranma rose to his feet and signalled to the other two to sit there while he went on ahead, though given their personalities they’d probably follow him anyway. Still, he crept downstairs and began to hear things a fair bit clearer on the way down.
“You’re such a poseur,” said one voice, which Ranma quickly identified as a breathy Tsubasa. “That whole cutesy ninja act ain’t fooling nobody!”
“I assure you, sir, or is it madam? This is no act,” said an equally breathy Konatsu. “This unworthy person has been given full training in ninjutsu.”
Ranma peeked in through the door and goggled at the sight that fell before his eyes. Well. At the very least they were doing this in a discreet position where nobody outside could see them. But there they were, the cross-dressing master of disguise and the genius kunoichi, the former having his dick sucked by an enthusiastic Sayuri while the other was pinned to the ground and being ridden passionately by Yuka. Both of them looked as though they were nearly mindless with ecstasy, and of greater concern was that both of them had rapidly expanding breasts, and from what he could see both of the crossdressers had dicks that were in a similar condition to his own.
“Whatever,” Tsubasa said with a haughty sniff. “Once this chick finishes me off, I’m heading back upstairs to prove to Ukyo that I’m the only guy worth her time.”
“Then once this fine lady has concluded her activity,” Konatsu replied with uncharacteristic sternness in his tone. “I shall enquire with mistress Ukyo whether she wishes for you to remain upon the premises.”
All in all? Ranma was really not enjoying this turn of events as much as he might. If he ever got his hands on whoever was responsible - and let’s face it, there was really only one pervert that <i>would</i> be responsible - then he would have to invent a few ways of tormenting them into undoing all of this mess.
- Meanwhile, Shampoo succumbs to the spell and jumps Mousse.
- Once they’re done, Konatsu/Tsubasa/both make some outfits for the girls to wear.
- Upstairs, either Akane or Ukyo succumbs to their horniness.
- Cologne attempts to investigate. Nabiki is less helpful than she could be.
- Ryoga wakes up to find himself surrounded by huge-breasted woman with hungry stares in their eyes.
- Something else
Fun Episode.
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