Story: Mini-Sodes

Time for something a little bit different.


-------HHL Film Director-------
“Mmm! This is so much fun!” Ukyo exclaimed, resting her hands behind her head and thrusting out her impressive breasts. Correction: Her impressive naked breasts. Well now, Ataru. It looks like you’ve hit the jackpot. Your prize? Two hot chicks standing around without a stitch of clothing. Ukyo’s gaze met his and she strode forward with her hands on her hips, only breaking eye contact to leer at Lum. The alien babe giggled and leered right back, even going so far as to lick her lips. In three strides Ukyo was standing in front of him, pursing her lips and staring right into his eyes. No hesitation. Incredible arousal. No fear, no doubt, nothing but confident sexual expression.

“I’ve just had a wicked idea,” Ukyo said, letting a finger trail down Ataru’s chest. She smiled at him seductively, and he returned the gesture. “I think you’ll love it.”

“Do tell!” Ataru replied. It was difficult keeping his cool, but his hard work was about to pay off. Behind Ukyo he could see Lum floating in midair watching expectantly. This was gonna be awesome! Two chicks at once, he could hardly wait.

“Well, we’ve been having some fun with the two of you directing and taking pictures,” Ukyo said, stepping a fraction closer to Ataru. He just had to lean forward a tiny fraction and they would be kissing, she was so close. Just a breath away. But he didn’t. He was going to let her move in on him. If he came across as too eager, it might well ruin everything at this point. “And I think… That it’s time for me to have some of that fun.”

She snatched the camera from Ataru’s grip, spun around on her heel and swayed off to the other side of the room while Ataru winced from his sudden case of blue balls. “I think that’s only fair!” Ukyo explained, snapping a picture of his surprised face and sticking out her tongue.

“Yes, darling!” Lum said, draping her arms around his neck and snuggling up against his side. “That sounds only fair, doncha think?”

Strange. He should be disappointed. He had been expecting hot sex with both of these girls right about now, and yet he felt oddly proud. They both wanted the sex without question. He sort of knew without knowing exactly how he knew, without any idea of what words to use to express it. At this point they were practically engaged in foreplay. And as much as he wanted to get to the fun part, Ataru also knew that the best way to make sure there would be future fun parts was to make sure they both walked away (or flew away) with smiles on their faces.

“Sounds fair to me,” Ataru replied, pulling Lum into a playful side hug and flashing the peace sign. “You’re the director. Where should we start?”

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“Oh my! That looks so sweet! I would simply love love love to have a taste of that!”

And that’s how she got a free parfait. Not that she needed to; her family made enough money in the time it took to put on that act to buy the store and everyone inside it. Including the customers. Still. It was the principle of the thing that mattered. As if she would waste any money on food that wasn’t prepared by an on-demand gourmand! Why, this parfait looked like it was made with local fruits instead of exotic, imported fruits! Was this the swill that the common people ate? Yuck!

Still, Ryoko Mendo demurely ate it. Better than she expected, it made the smile on her face easier to fake. Not that she ever had a problem faking a smile, but this common food was not the reason she was here. Look at them all. Ordinary people going about their ordinary lives. Pathetic. They had no concept of the way things could be and no aspirations to improve themselves. All she had to do now was pick out a target for a little bit of fun…

The door opened and four students from a local high school strode inside, one rather skinny boy in sunglasses with a camera draped from his neck flanked by three girls. While the girls approached the counter, the boy scanned the customers and ultimately made eye contact with Ryoko.

Well now. It appears as though her choice had been made for her. She smiled politely and maintained eye contact, deliberately keeping up the appearance of an innocent girl in the mood for a cheap, cheap parfait. The boy approached while the girls made their orders.

“Terribly sorry if this is forward of me,” the boy confidently began, pulling down his sunglasses to look Ryoko directly in the eye. She fidgeted slightly in her seat for reasons she didn’t quite understand. How strange. “Hi. My name is Hikaru Gosunkugi and - Hold on, this should explain things.”

He produced a poster and slid it across the desk. It showed a sunset on a beach surrounded by cameras, lighting fixtures, men and woman sitting in chairs having makeup applied and a man in a director’s chair peering through squared fingers. Ryoko quirked an eyebrow. “Announcing auditions for the joint Furinkan-Tomobiki High School film project,” she read aloud. Tomobiki High School? Ryoko’s gears shifted quite harshly in her brain as new possibilities opened up before her very eyes. Especially when she read the next sentence. “All interested students, please address your interest to Ataru Moroboshi (director) and Hikaru Gosunkugi (camera operator).”

Ataru Moroboshi! Oh! That interesting boy that made her brother so crazy! In charge of an inter-school project?! The heavens themselves must favour her to deliver this information directly to her in such a manner. Not that this would stop her from screwing with this young man’s head as well…

“My, my,” Ryoko said, feigning a blush as easily as a smile. “You are quite the ladies’ man, aren’t you? First those three and then little me? I’m flattered!”

“Those girls?” Hikaru said with a charming smile. “Those are my assistants. You know how it is when filming, you’ve got to have someone in control of lighting and sound as well as the camera. As for why I approached you… Well, it was partly because you were pretty, but I had an inkling you might find this interesting for some reason.”

“I <i>am</i> interested,” Ryoko cutely said. “But I don’t attend either school. Would you be able to make an exception for me? Please?”

“Oh, of course we’ll make an exception!” Hikaru said, melting into her hands like chocolate. “But just to make things smoother, why don’t we have a brief audition session. A formality. All you have to do is let me take a few pictures in any pose and clothes you feel like wearing.”

“Why, that almost sounds scandalous!” Ryoko gasped. “Taking pictures of a pure-hearted young maiden.”

“Don’t worry,” Hikaru chuckled. “My assistants will be there to keep me from doing anything inappropriate. I promise, we won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”

Ryoko wasn’t the kind that indulged in evil laughter because it gave the game away, but this is the point where she would indulge in it if she were. Oh, how wonderful! An opportunity to mess with the heads of two schools’ students at once! How could she resist?

1. Ryoko’s “audition” takes a turn she doesn’t expect.
2. Ryoko’s “audition” takes a turn Gosunkugi doesn’t expect.
3. Meanwhile, Akane decides to flip roles. She’ll be the villain while Ranma is the target of her seduction.
4. Meanwhile, Akane decides to go back to acting basics to help Ranma understand what he needs to do better.
5. Something else

-------Ataru’s Kingdom-------
Did you ever wake up one day and feel like the world was wrong? Like things didn’t quite fit in your life, or that there was something just fundamentally off about everything? For some reason Shinobu woke up with that feeling one particular morning, and it was eating her alive.

She went downstairs. She had breakfast with her family. She bathed. She got dressed for school. Everything seemed normal enough. Mundane to the point of being barely worth attention. Then again, perhaps her view of normal and mundane was left slightly askew by the fact that one of her “best friends” was an alien dating her boyfriend after he foiled their invasion. Still. She liked to think that she had at least a little bit of grounding in reality. Enough that she -

“Shoo!” she suddenly snapped, batting away at the skirt-flipping grass. “I’m not in the mood for that today! Buzz off!”

The grass recoiled and Shinobu carefully walked away. The grass bowed apologetically. Typical perverted grass. Always eager to flip a girl’s skirt at any opportunity, but when they get called out on it they get all mopey and try to guilt you into letting them flip your skirt. Same old routine for a brand new day. The grass rustled along like a wave towards a bush, which flipped open and deposited a steaming hot cup ramen which the grass then flipped back towards Shinobu and offered it as though it was a peace offering.

“… Alright, fine!” she said, unable to take it any more. So pathetic. “You are forgiven. Just… Ask in future, alright?”

The grass nodded and did a happy dance for her benefit. Shinobu rolled her eyes and slurped down the pot noodle. Business as usual in Tomobiki. Behind her, she heard another girl yelp and giggle as the grass flipped her skirt. Just like always. She ignored it and continued towards school, which involved turning the corner and trying very hard not to look at what was towering over Tomobiki. Up ahead of her was a mountain that naturally formed into the shape of a naked woman. It had always been there.

Except it wasn’t there yesterday.

All of a sudden Shinobu felt dizzy. Conflicting memories battled for supremacy within her mind. What? That didn’t make sense! It was nonsense. Nonsense! Of course there had always been grass-flipping skirts, of course there was a giant naked woman mountain, of course there were pot-noodle-producing bushes! These things were just… ordinary everyday parts of life. Except they weren’t. They were abnormal, the kind of thing you found in an alternative dimension, the kind of thing that just. Should. Not. Be!

“What’s wrong with me?” Shinobu asked. “My head… It feels like it’s about to burst! I can’t… I can’t! I -”

She collapsed into the arms of a man in a bunny suit. “You alright?” he asked. Shinobu blushed. He was… Handsome. Cute. “Sorry about this. I had to pick someone to bring back to normal, and you seemed like the most viable human candidate. This is going to sound weird, but… Reality is kind of broken right now around Tomobiki. I can’t stay long, and you have to fix it.”

“Huh?” Shinobu unintelligably said. Try that again. “What? What do you mean reality is broken? What could I possibly do to fix it?”

“Don’t know. Can’t analyse,” the bunnyman said. “Interference. I’m the only one left. If I stay too long, I’ll be gone too. You’re a part of this reality, you have to fix it!”

And then he sort of… popped out of existence like he was never there at all. Shinobu pinched her arm. Nope. Still in a really bad dream. Though now that her headache had cleared up, she could at least pinpoint exactly what it was that had been bothering her all morning. She could even sum it up in a single word.

Everything.

1. Shinobu begins her investigation.
2. Shinobu decides that she really is dreaming, and goes along with it for now.
3. Inaba’s influence causes the new reality to rebel against Shinobu’s memory, creating a new Shinobu to “fill in the gap”.
4. Meanwhile, Ataru…
5. Something else

-------HHL GS Invasion-------
Yokoshima braced for impact in the face of Mikami’s incoming wrath. He should have seen it coming. In fact, he had seen it coming practically since they started cleaning. The all-pervading sense that Mikami was looking for the slightest excuse to take off a little aggression on him. Now despite his best efforts to avoid that fate, it was drawing down upon him like an avalanche, and there was nothing he could do to prevent it. He didn’t even know what it was he’d done wrong!

“So what is it?!” Mikami demanded. “Am I not sexy enough for you to peep on?”

“Uh…” Yokoshima mumbled. “You… You wanted me to peep on you while you were naked?”

“Darn straight I did!” Mikami wagged her finger in his face. “Here I am going to all this effort, making it so easy for you to sneak a quick look at my body and you go and stay put?!”

“W-Well, I was trying to give you a little modesty?” he lamely tried.

“Modesty!” Mikami yelled right in his face. “You don’t have any idea about modesty! You don’t… Have… Any concept of…”

All of a sudden she grabbed the sides of his face and peered quite closely into his eyes as if she was searching for something. God, but her eyes were so pretty. Not as nice as her breasts, legs, butt or waist but definitely a solid fifth place! For a moment their faces were so close that he thought they might kiss… But she withdrew, pushing him aside, spinning him around and slapping handcuffs on him.

“What?!” he yelped. “Wh-Where did you even get those?!”

“I keep them hidden around the building just in case,” Mikami replied. “So how about you start by telling me who you are and what you’ve done with the real Yokoshima!”

Great. She’s completely flipped! He instinctively struggled against her grip, and was pushed up against the wall for his trouble. To make matters worse, at the edge of his peripheral vision he could see that her towel had fallen to the floor but he could no longer see her body at all from here! “I <i>am</i> the real Yokoshima!”

“Not a chance! You had me fooled for a long time there, but there’s not a chance that he’d resist an opportunity like that! To peek at my naked body? So what is it? Possession? Curse? Shapeshifter? Doppelganger that’s accidentally come through  from another dimension? If it’s that last one, sorry about this but I need to be sure.”

“Quite alright,” he sarcastically replied, at which point his face was pressed quite firmly against the wall. Speech became difficult at that point.

“Actually, I’d rather if you didn’t tell me,” Mikami said with a twinkle in her eye. Not that Yokoshima could see it, but he could certainly hear it in her voice. “I’m going to find out the fun way.”

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When you’re in the exorcist business for a long enough time, you get a sort of sixth sense for the bizarre. Not necessarily <i>what</i> but certainly <i>when</i> something is just not quite right.

Case in point: a haunted girl’s dorm. It had been a week since the disturbances started. Typical signs abounded. Coldness in the air. A sensation like being watched when you know you are alone. However, it wasn’t until the underwear started dancing that people actually sat up and took notice.

Emi’s eye twitched slightly. If not for the money, she wouldn’t have even taken this job. Alas, bills did need to be paid and at the very least Mikami shouldn’t interrupt this kind of exorcism. If anything she was glad they didn’t go to her first. The clients should also be grateful; allowing her assistant into a girl’s dorm with free rein sounded like a veritable recipe for disaster! Then again, it might have cost Mikami money in the end…

Screwing up her pride for a moment, Emi was forced to conclude that it was more important for her to win than for Mikami to lose. It was a close contest, though. She stared at the building. The occupants were being housed elsewhere temporarily. Yes. You could easily see it. Evil intention pervaded the entirety of this place. It was almost as if she was peering into another reality entirely.

“Excuse me!” a young man in a slightly wrinkled suit said. “Hello! You must be the, er, exorcist. Right? Hi! I’m Rick. Pleasure to meet you, though I wish it could have been under better circumstances.”

“Charmed, I’m sure,” Emi said. “You’re the one in charge of this girls’ dorm?”

“Actually, I’m technically in charge of both the boys’ and the girls’ dorms,” Rick replied, rubbing the back of his head nervously. “I delegate for the girls, mostly take care of the boys personally. It felt more appropriate that way. I own the land here.”

Ah. So this was the client after all. Emi straightened herself up and tugged the robe around her a little tighter. When she went inside she would begin her dance in a leopard-print costume that was absolutely not a bikini because it was part of a sacred ancient tradition and calling it a bikini was a mockery of everything that tradition stood for. But outside? It was cold, and the last thing she needed was anyone staring at her. Especially since…

“I’m sorry to say the experience is quite the embarrassing one,” Rick said, rocking slightly on his heels in a deliberate attempt to hide nervousness. Almost so deliberate that it was as if he was trying to portray that idea rather than actually feeling it. Almost. “To think that a ghost would hang around for the express purpose of interfering with young women’s undergarments. Dreadful. Shameful. Please do keep it quiet; it would ruin our reputation.”

“Have no fear,” Emi reied. “As it happens, a number of my jobs recently have had a peculiarly… perverted pervading presence.”

“You don’t say.” Rick smiled at her. “Then I suppose I can feel confident in your ability to handle the situation. Good luck. Your money will be in the account upon completion of the task.”

1. Emi is unknowingly walking into a trap set by Rick and Jim.
2. Mikami calls in help to find out what’s going on with Yokoshima.
3. Mikami decides to test the fake Yokoshima with a striptease.
4. Yokoshima escapes from Mikami and runs into Jim.
5. Something else

-----Side Effects of Hypnotism-----
An uncharacteristic silence fell upon the group as their imaginations took them to some rather odd places. This was a group of girls that was used to controlling others, manipulating them to their own ends and amusement. The very idea of being manipulated or used themselves, why, it was an aberration! It was wrong! And inexplicably… It was also very arousing.

Not that any of them would dare admit that to any of the others. It was practically asking for their life to be ended on the spot. Instead, they squashed those feelings and fantasies as best as they could. Their minds turned towards keeping this hidden from the others.

“Your overactive imagination betrays you,” Ryoko said calmly. “Remember that we will be in complete control over the situation. We need merely instruct him not to place his hands upon us. At that time, he will be unable to seduce us. He will not, to paraphrase Sachi, be able to melt our nerves like butter in his hands. He would not be able to turn us into his willing, eager-to-please harem no matter what he tries.”

There was a murmur of agreement among the girls, and Ryoko smirked to herself. Such an obvious solution to the problem, though she had to admit she was less than satisfied for some reason.

“Are you sure?” Kiko asked. “Maybe… Maybe he doesn’t need to touch us. Maybe he’ll be able to talk us into it. Think about it! If he’s such a smooth operator, he has to be able to at least persuade women to let him touch them in the first place!”

There was a peculiar kind of logic to that, and the girls found themselves nodding along one by one. At first with hesitation, but later with tremendous certainty. Yes. That made sense. Of course Moroboshi was possessed of a silver tongue. Of course he could persuade them to allow him to touch them with just his tongue alone… And even without using it to dazzle their flesh with direct contact. Of course, this ignored the fact that they had first realised he must be an effective seductor <i>because</i> he had two girls vying for his attention in spite of public buffoonery. At this point the girls weren’t exactly thinking as clearly as they should be.

“Th-Then we just have to order him not to talk. Right?” Eri asked, not even trying to hide the fact that she was squirming in place. “He - He won’t be able to seduce us if he doesn’t talk or touch us, so we’ll be safe?”

Safe from pleasure. Safe from bliss. Safe from being able to do anything other than imagine what it would feel like to be touched by those skilled hands.

“He might still be able to seduce us,” Hitomi breathed. She licked her lips. Her eyes were glassy and her breath ragged. “If he bends in a certain way, or maybe does something to demonstrate his prowess without touching us. He’ll make us think of suggestive things with his lewd behaviour without having to say a word…”

“Maybe we should rethink this,” Tansho said. “If he’s really that good, then… Maybe it would be best if we didn’t go through with this?”

“Certainly,” Ryoko said, rolling her eyes. “Take the coward’s way out. Of course. We should have thought of that before. After all, there’s no chance of us resisting him, is there? We’ve all but decided on that. Better to throw in the towel before the game begins. If this is what you want, I’ll just contact them now and -”

“NO!” the girls chorused as one, dancing to her tune once again. Admitting weakness would be a terrible thing to do in their company. Ryoko allowed herself a small smirk. She knew them all too well. The debate had nowhere to go.

“Well, we can hardly just order him to not seduce us,” Eri said. “I mean… That wouldn’t work either, would it?”

“Why not?” Tansho asked. “Why, it almost sounds as though you <i>want</i> Ataru to seduce you. Getting a little bit curious, are we?”

“Wh-What?!” Eri stammered. “No!” she lied. “Of course not! In fact, I bet you’re the one that wants to see him seduce us all, don’t you? Why, I bet you’ve even fallen for him already. Merely <i>talking</i> about his prowess in the sack has made you randier than a bottle of rum at midnight! And no, I don’t understand that metaphor either, shut up!”

“Accusers often turn out to be the guilty themselves,” Kioko and Saeko said together. “Maybe you both harbour lustful thoughts about our soon-to-be toy?”

That was all it took for the girls to devolve into a quite pointless argument. Fingers pointed at one another. “You want us to become his harem!” or “You’re already completely under his influence!” or her personal favourite “I hope he does seduce you, so that he can fuck some sense into you!” In the midst of it all Ryoko simply sat back and let it all soak in. Her favourite sound. Unbridled chaos. A great personal amusement to pass the time. The discussion had been pointless anyway. She had already decided on what they would do with Moroboshi, and hers was the only opinion that mattered in any event.

A knock came at the door, and all of the girls fell completely silent. “Enter!” Ryoko called, licking her lips in anticipation as the door creaked open. Ataru Moroboshi. This must be him. First they would play with him, and then she was going to watch as he broke down her friends’ resolve one by one. It would be, without question, the hottest thing she would ever witness in her life.

1. Ataru enters and is hypnotised.
2. Ataru enters, they try to hypnotise him… But can’t for some reason. He pretends to be anyway.
3. Ataru enters, they don’t even bother with the hypnosis.
4. Ataru enters… But he’s been followed by others that will need to be dealt with.
5. It’s not Ataru at all, but rather someone else.
6. Something else