Story: HCI Crossover at the Cafe

So here's the last of the four for your enjoyment. Voting on this will doubtless resume this weekend. Not this week though. Wait until Sunday before voting on this one.


He should really stop smiling. Yep. Any moment now, he was going to stop smiling and take this all seriously. There was a freaky spell going around turning people into perverts with big boobs or giant dicks, and it was up to him to put a stop to it before it got out of hand. This was a serious situation. He should be taking it seriously. Should be. But it was like he was fighting his own biology at this point. He was primed to smile like an idiot in situations like this, no matter what rationale he tried to force through his mind.

Akane glowered at him while Ukyo beamed radiantly. Both were clinging quite tightly to either side of his body (which was quite tightly considering they were both martial artists). Both were barely wearing anything, really, when you got right down to it. Both were hot as hell and had great big cushiony breasts pressing right up against his body.

“Pervert,” Akane mumbled.

“Sorry,” Ranma apologised, though his face suggested that he wasn’t quite as sorry as he really was. “It’s the spell.”

“Right,” Akane sniffed, bracing herself for the next leap. “Because you’d never find an uncute tomboy like me attractive if we weren’t under some freaky pervert spell.”

“Oh, Ranchan,” Ukyo sighed, deliberately snuggling her head up against his shoulder. “I don’t mind being held like this. You can hold me any time you like!”

He chose to ignore that offering for now, before his mind made him think about the amazing sex that he’d had with these two not long ago. Well, to be fair it was pretty much at the forefront of his thoughts since it happened, but he didn’t want to be concentrating on it too much when they had other things to deal with that required more immediate attention. Like, say, roof-hopping with two sexy goddesses hanging from either side of his body. Impractical way to travel? Well, he had carried Akane like this before when they were in a hurry to get somewhere, or away from something. But speed wasn’t the point. The girls had insisted on it. They wanted him to be the only one that saw them like this, so much as such a thing was possible.

As for the other four? Neither Ranma nor Ukyo trusted Tsubasa as far as they could throw him, which in Ranma’s case at least was at least two blocks. So they left him in the care of Konatsu, who (influenced by the spell or not) at least seemed to be able to follow instructions. Like, let nobody but us in, don’t let anyone else leave. Konatsu should be enough to keep all three of them under control. They weren’t martial artists while he was the genius kunoichi that comes about only once every hundred years. He should have no trouble keeping an eye on things.

“Dammit,” Ranma grimaced, stopping.

“What?” Akane and Ukyo asked at once.

“I just tempted fate inside my head.”

“Idiot!” Akane said, beating a fist on his chest. Quite hard, as it happened.

“Dumbass!” Ukyo said, slapping him around the back of the head with a smaller, that is to say, regular-sized spatula.

Yeah, he had that coming. Nothing else for it now, they were almost at the Cat Cafe. If anyone knew how to sort this out it would be the old ghoul. At the very least she could point them in the right direction, or help them stand up to Happosai - because let’s face it, this was his fault somehow - and put an end to things before they went too far. The three of them landed outside the front door.

“Closed?” Ukyo read. “You don’t think…?”

“Afraid I do,” Akane replied wearily. “Ranma, you should back off a little. If Shampoo has been changed by this, then she might try to jump you as soon as we knock on the door.”

“What, you think that I can’t handle Shampoo?” Ranma shrugged, reeking of confidence. “She jumps on me all the time, you think I’m not used to it by… now…?”

And that was the day that Ranma learned that twin death glares were a hundred times more wilting than one. His confidence sagged and he stepped back to let the girls advance towards the cafe, where Akane raised her hand to knock on the door - only for her fist to go clean through the suddenly open space. Something wrapped around her wrist, yanked her and Ukyo inside, then the door was closed in the space of less than a second.

Leaving Ranma standing there feeling like a chump.

He frowned. The blinds were closed, so he couldn’t see what was going on. The front door seemed ill advised… Maybe he should try another entrance, like the open window he could see on the upper floor? It would allow him the chance to sneak around the inside of the building to check things out. Maybe rescue the girls while he was at it…

So he leaped up and found himself in what he assumed was Shampoo’s room. It certainly seemed to fit her. It was an even more blatant dichotomy of personality than Akane’s room, which balanced feminine attempts at fashion with her tomboyish tendencies. Here, there were actually weapons on the wall in a room which otherwise had an extremely feminine appearance. It occurred to him that he’d never been in here before, and the reason for that was pretty immediately obvious: If he ever entered here willingly, and Shampoo caught him…

Under the circumstances a hasty departure seemed sensible. Out onto the main hall, he found the stairs leading into the cafe portion of the building where he could hear some grunts and moans that made his protective jealousy flare up. Ranma leaped down the stairs, ready to shove Mousse away from his girls probably while yelling some scathing insult or other that would hopefully bring the blind duck back to his senses - Then stopped as a completely surreal sight unveiled itself before him.

To begin with: No sign of Shampoo. Or the old ghoul, thank all the gods. Akane and Ukyo were indeed stripped naked and were indeed being fucked. And Mousse was there as well, alongside Ryoga… But the blonde girl was new to him. Whoever she was, she appeared to have some freaky control over her hair as she was using it to simultaneously hold Akane and Ukyo in place while pleasuring them. Her mouth and enlarged breasts were wrapped around Ryoga’s engorged dick, while her pussy was being slammed into from behind by Mousse, who was similarly affected by this freaky spell.

“Ohhhh!” Akane moaned, writhing and fighting the hair to absolutely no avail. “R-Ranma, p-please don’t look! It’s so embarassing!”

“G-Give us a minute!” Ukyo insisted. “I just… Need… Another minute!”

Ranma stepped forward with the intention of rescuing the two of them from this completely bizarre turn of events, when his arm was suddenly grabbed and he was spun around and pulled face first directly into a soft, warm cleavage by an iron grip.

“Airen!” Shampoo cooed, gently stroking the back of Ranma’s head with one hand while keeping him in place with the other. “Shampoo save first time for airen. Show you good, good time!”

He could feel his resistance begin to fade as his dick hardened a little more moment by moment, and Ranma felt rather certain that Shampoo was pretty on the money for that last part especially.

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There wasn’t any doubt about it anymore. No point in denying it. Nabiki had to admit to herself that she was horny. Beyond horny. Her entire body was just one big horn attached to a timebomb waiting to go off. Fighting it was like trying to defeat hunger by not eating. The harder she tried, the more hungry she got and the only thing in her diet were cocks, dicks and maybe she’d even try some pussy just to see how it tasted.

A cane rapped her on the back of the head, and the greedy girl winced. Of course, first she would need to get rid of this old bag right here. Not going to be easy!

“What do you need me for again?” Nabiki impatiently asked, going so far as to tap her foot to make the point.

“That much is easy,” Cologne said. “I am using the influence on your mind to locate the source of this malady. It has taken a little longer than I would have liked, but I believe we are almost at the source now.”

Nabiki sure hoped so. Every single time she’d thought of maybe sneaking off to find a way to relieve the pressure on her mind, this little annoying monkeylike grandmother kept getting in her way. At first she’d been grateful. Didn’t want to do something she’d regret. Now, she’d probably have trouble spelling the word regret. Not that she was losing intelligence or anything, no no. It was more like her mind was focused entirely on getting the hell away from Cologne with the intensity that some people might devote to trying to work out a way to save their own life. Total concentration. However. No escape avenue seemed to exist. As smart as Nabiki was, Cologne had no leverage for her to grab onto and was a super-skilled martial artist to boot.

Still, that wasn’t stopping her from working out a possible solution. It just meant that she had to take a little longer working out what it would be. It would depend on opportunity above everything else… She’d have to watch her chance coming and act quickly, decisively.

“Here,” Cologne stated, pointing at a school building. “I believe this is where we shall find our answers.”

“I hope you’re right,” Nabiki said, adjusting her uniform slightly. “Maybe if you found me one of their girls’ uniforms, we could sneak right on in unnoticed?”

1. Sainan High School
2. It’s Tomobiki High School
3. Juuban High School
4. A high school that really shouldn’t co-exist with the Ranma 1/2 universe, but does for the sake of this thread.
5. Something else