There are times when you can sort of foresee trouble coming just in the nick of time, and in this case Ranma was just switched on enough to dash for the front door of the restaurant and flip the sign to read “Closed”. Just in time as well, as several students were approaching the restaurant; lunch break, it seemed. Ranma mouthed the word “sick” to the disappointed students, and they turned around to leave. With that done, he let out a sigh of relief and pulled the blinds on the windows closed. The situation was already complicated enough without -
“Oh, god!”
- Without more of that. Behind him Tsubasa grunted while Konatsu let out a rather girlish whimper. At first he’d thought that had been one of the girls, but then he heard them sigh and collapse, which made him reevaluate the situation a little. Right. That also removed another complication. Now he just had to… Deal with two naked guys with giant dicks that would no longer be nearly as convincing crossdressers as they used to be. Ranma immediately regretted turning around to look at them both. Konatsu automatically cleaning up the mess while locking eyes with Tsubasa, who was inching towards the stairs. Neither of them seemed to notice the other’s presence.
“Right!” Tsubasa said. “I’m heading upstairs. Because obviously the cuter one should be Ukyo’s lover!”
“In which case, I should immediately search out a cute lover for mistress,” Konatsu sniffed. His cock twitched a little, betraying his desire to take that role for himself. “It is a kunoichi’s sacred mission, after all and - Ow! I beg your pardon, Master Ranma!”
“I’ve heard enough,” Ranma said, giving both of their ears an extra little tweak for good measure. “I’d say keep it in your pants, but you don’t seem to be wearing any. Snap out of it or I’ll do it for you!”
“Owies owies owies!” Tsubasa whined. “Oooh! Twist my ear harder! The pain feels soooo good! OW!”
“None of that bullshit,” Ranma glowered. “Come on. The girls need clothes. Nothing fits them anymore, and you two just volunteered.”
“I shall gladly serve my mistress however she needs it,” Konatsu said, inexplicably free of Ranma’s ear tweak, bowing and already halfway up the stairs. He’d have asked how that happened, but hey. Genius kunoichi, what can you do?
“Oh, no, you don’t!” Tsubasa yelled, bounding up the stairs after him. “I’m the dressmaking expert! Me! Not you! I’ll have her in something amazing in no time flat! Just you watch!”
Ranma shook his head wearily. Oh, but he had a headache. Sure, he had to deal with all kinds of nonsense on practically a daily basis, to the point that if all that happened was a falling out/making up with Akane, a fight with Kuno, Ryoga, a blackmailing by Nabiki, and changing between boy and girl ten times over, he’d consider it a pretty good, normal day. This? This set the bar to an all-new height. Or low. He still hadn’t really processed it yet. He’d had sex. With Akane and Ukyo. Part of him was jumping for joy while the rest of him… ‘Worried’ was a good word for it. Worried about what this might mean for him, for them, and for other people that were being affected by this apparently contagious perversion.
Speaking of… He’d just sent two horny, transformed boys upstairs to dress two horny, transformed girls. Maybe he should, ahem, make sure that wasn’t as stupid an idea as it suddenly seemed?
“Where do you think you’re going, handsome?” a breathy voice asked. Something soft ensnared Ranma’s legs, and with a nervous gulp he looked down. It seemed as though Akane’s friends were awake and, for reasons as inexplicable as they were erotic, were using their enhanced busts to ensnare his calves in a silky, soft cage of pleasure. “Stay with us a while. Have some fun!”
“Oooh, this is so naughty!” the other one - Yuka - licked her lips in anticipation. “This is Akane’s fiance we’re seducing. It’s so <i>bad</i>. I’ve never felt like a <i>bad</i> girl before! I kind of like it.”
Ranma nervously swallowed and extracted himself from the two girls, trying very hard to not actually look directly at them. Were they crazy? It was one thing having sex with Akane and Ukyo; that was one whole ocean of trouble he’d have to deal with once this was sorted out. But Akane’s friends? Made that ocean look like a puddle. In the list of things Ranma needed right now, further complications were not on that list. Not by a long shot.
“Sorry, I’ll have to decline,” he said, knowing all too well that this would absolutely not dissuade them. “I have to head upstairs to check on stuff.”
“Are you sure?” Sayuri asked, crawling seductively on the ground towards him. “I think you’d have more fun down here with us. Why don’t you give us girls a chance, huh?”
This was a dangerous situation to find himself in. Ranma knew he had to snap these girls out of it, but they were Akane’s friends. He barely knew them at all. Unlike Akane, Ukyo, Konatsu or Tsubasa, he didn’t know what sort of psychological trigger might get them to act a bit more like their normal selves. He barely ever spoke to either of them. He didn’t know their interests, didn’t know their opinions on basically any subject worth thinking about, didn’t know what made them mad, didn’t know what made them sad, didn’t know what made them happy.
Well, that last wasn’t exactly true right now. His throbbing dick could make them very, very happy. But he had to resist that particular urge. Because that was the real danger in the situation. Unlike the others, these girls weren’t martial artists by any means; but they didn’t need to be in order to restrain him. The tender way they leaned into one another and gently kissed was enough to send a wrecking ball against his willpower. This was it. This was what was making this damn spell so dangerous. On the one hand, his libido - which Ranma could usually ignore quite easily - was sent into overdrive. On the other, these normally pretty, average girls that faded into the background were now hotter than the sun. His hands ached to squeeze those breasts. His body yearned to feel their flesh against his. Look at him, he was actually trembling! Fighting his own urges, paralysed through expending his will in simply staring at these two sirens as they used their bodies to try to tease him into approaching, which he certainly would if his willpower faltered for but a moment. All it would take was a single crack in his armour, and then -
“Ranma! You dumbass!”
A spatula collided with the back of his head, prompting Ranma to turn around and look at a pissed-off Ukyo. Wielding a spatula. Wearing a heavily modified version of her school uniform. Now, Ukyo was a special case. She wore the boy’s uniform even though she was a girl because… Actually, he wasn’t sure he actually understood that entirely. Everyone knew she was a girl but nobody seemed to even care. Then again, it was difficult to imagine anyone complaining about Ukyo’s new version of the boys’ uniform either. The normal Furinkan High School boys’ uniform consisted of dark trousers, a white shirt and a blue buttoned-up jacket. In Ukyo’s case?
The trousers were tight. As in, at first glance you’d swear she’d painted them on. Then you’d probably notice a tiny series of rectangular cuts all the way up the sides of her legs, which then circled around her perfect, tight butt. As for the white shirt? Not wearing one. Just the jacket. It had a high collar under normal circumstances, but this modified version had to have several of the top buttons missing. This created an optical illusion that led an observer to believe the neckline was even deeper than it was, and it was already deep enough to have to worry about the bends. It ultimately tied off nicely underneath her breasts, but the material was straining so much that the normally well-fitting jacket wound up revealing pretty much everything between the top of her tight, tight trousers and about an inch underneath her spectacular breasts.
Faced with this view, could anyone blame Ranma for pushing her up against the wall and savouring the taste of those sweet, sweet lips? It didn’t even have to be Ukyo in this situation, virtually any attractive woman would’ve finally broken that resolve. Right now, Ranma wasn’t thinking things like “this is my childhood friend” or “I should not be doing this.” All he was thinking was about how hot she was, briefly wondering whether she wanted this, then feeling relieved when she hooked a leg around his hips and used her arms to pull him as close as her huge breasts would allow…
At least, until something tugged sharply on his pigtail.
“Little self control, please,” Akane said in a modified Furinkan High School girls’ uniform outer dress (with no shirt underneath) that had a much, much shorter skirt and a window for her breasts that was presumably there to relieve the pressure being exerted by her modified mammaries. A flash of arousal passed over her face and she coyly bit her finger, the frustration she’d been feeling evaporating in a moment as her gaze lingered on the rapidly growing bulge in his trousers. “Then again, I can see my friends were making things a little… Hard for you.” She shot the two of them a withering glare that seemed to break through the spell’s effect on their minds.
“Ah!” Yuka gasped. “S-Sorry, Akane! We-We didn’t mean anything by it, really!”
“I don’t know what came over us!” Sayuri backpedaled away, and honestly Ranma could hardly blame them. When she got in a foul mood, Akane could scare the skin off a demon. “He was just so <b>hot</b>…”
“Heh!” Tsubasa chuckled, striding down the stairs and dusting his hands. “See? I told you my dress redesign was the better one! That tomboy’s turned out to be a real looker!”
“I would hesitate in complimenting your work. It makes you seem like a braggart,” Konatsu replied. “Though I must confess that Mistress Ukyo would make a mere paper bag seem as a gift from the gods, this humble kunoichi’s meager offering does not compare to her beauty!”
Dammit. Now Ranma was the horny one in the room! Everyone else was back to their normal self, but now he - Ugh! Forget it. “Get them something that will fit as well, and put some damn clothes on yourselves while you’re at it!” Ranma demanded, screwing his eyes closed to try and avoid looking at all the naked flesh so he could at least pretend he was in full control over himself. “Right! We need a plan of attack,” Ranma said, slightly opening an eye at the sound of the naked four scurrying off elsewhere. “We can’t let this spread any further than here.”
“If we go out there dressed like this, it might make things difficult,” Akane said, tugging the hemline of her skirt down with almost no effect. What effect did it have? Making her look adorable, because of course it would. “Even the idea of being seen in public is making me feel… Strangely good.”
“Yeah,” Ukyo slurred with a dreamy expression on her face. “Want Ranma to stare at me allll day looong!”
“Well, we can’t just stay here,” Ranma sighed. “It’ll just give us ideas. If we roof hop, we could get to the Cat Cafe in about five minutes. The old ghoul might be able to help, and if nothing else she’d certainly be able to act as a cold shower.”
The trio shuddered a little, but at least now they had a plan of attack. Head to the Cat Cafe. Get advice from the old ghoul. Get her to help them beat the shit out of Happosai. Sounded good to them.
- They arrive at the Cat Cafe and find Shampoo riding Mousse as if she were a rodeo clown.
- Cologne has been trying to investigate, and manages to pick up Happosai’s trail.
- Meanwhile, Tsubasa fully intends to try to figure out a way to take advantage of the situation to lay claim to his darling Ukyo (and any other cuties he might meet). First thing: Get rid of the prissy ninja…
- Happosai arrives at a new location.
- Something else
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