Story: Demon's Test

The door to Ranma’s room slid open, but he barely even noticed. He was too busy wondering <font color="green">when he had last eaten</font> because he felt completely famished all of a sudden. It was the weirdest thing; he used to travel all the time and never got this tired, <font color="green">but whatever else he was thinking about wasn’t quite as important as getting some food in his belly.</font>

“Ranma?” Kasumi called. The eldest of the Tendo sisters. He’d not really had much interaction with her yet, and he actually had to remind himself sometimes that she was just a little older than he was because she seemed miles more mature than her years would indicate. “I was wondering… Are you hungry?”

He opened his mouth to answer, and then a loud growl emanated from the pits of his stomach. At the very least he had the presence of mind to feel a little bit embarrassed by the sound, but Kasumi seemed to take it as a yes. She opened the door, stepped inside and then tentatively closed it behind her. Weird. She was wearing some big heavy coat that really didn’t seem her style -

“Then please,” she said, and the coat dropped to the floor, “eat to your heart’s content. A boy has certain needs, after all, and it’s my place as host to ensure your needs are met in full.”

Ranma swore his jaw hit the floor, and why shouldn’t it? Kasumi had dressed herself in some sort of weird intricate wire mesh that extended all around the front of her body, piercing little pieces of food which covered up much, much more of her remarkably fit body than the wire could ever hope to accomplish. It was astounding: Even though technically her body was hidden, virtually nothing was left for the imagination to fill in.

She strode forward into the room, with hands clasped behind her back. Her steps were very gentle, ginger, as though she was not entirely sure about what she was doing. Or trying not to make the food attached around her body fall off. Once she reached him, she put the tray on the floor and gently patted him on the head before carefully, carefully, lying down in front of him while using her hands as a sort of makeshift pillow.

Right. So. First thing’s first, Ranma pinched himself. Nope. Definitely awake. He reached out and touched Kasumi’s stomach - that seemed a place safe to touch - and felt the warmth of a real human person’s bare flesh. Which meant this was really happening. Had Kasumi changed her mind? Was this her way of offering herself as a bride instead of the tomboy? Well, he could easily see how she might change her mind after the initial shock of the engagement wore off, but he barely even knew her so this was just a little bit weird -

<font color="green">That fish looks so tasty. That fruit looks so juicy! She went to all this trouble, it would be a shame not to indulge.</font> Yeah, but the whole situation had come out of nowhere and <font color="green">don’t care, hungry.</font> And Ranma’s stomach growled like an angry dog. So he reached out and plucked a piece of carrot from her navel with trembling hands before he even knew what he was doing.

<font color="green">Nice. That fish between her breasts looks pretty tasty, too. No need for hands. Just dive on in.</font>

His face dove in between her cleavage before he was even questioning it. Driven on, not by lust but by an inexplicable hunger of an entirely different sort. Weird thing was, Kasumi didn’t seem to mind a bit of it. Mph! That fish was nice! He withdrew himself and dipped a stray scrap of the fish into the sauce she’d brought up on the tray. Sublime! Exactly what he needed! One day, this woman would make a man very, very happy for the rest of his life.

<font color="green">Ask what brought this on, but don’t stop eating.</font>

“What brought this on?” Ranma asked between mouthfuls. “I mean, it’s not every day some chick decides to feed me food off her own body out of nowhere.”

Which was true. And yet as weird as it was, he couldn’t quite stop eating. <font color="green">
Oops, spilled some sauce on her chest. Best clean that up!</font>

“Nothing especially,” Kasumi replied. “I felt like doing something nice for you. After all, you’ve had quite a tough time lately, haven’t you? First you and your father are cursed, then you get engaged to a girl you’ve never even met before… Goodness, I can’t imagine how stressful this must be!”

“Uh, thanks, I guess?” Ranma said moments before his tongue gently flicked around Kasumi’s nipple, eagerly cleaning off the yummy sauce he’d accidentally spilled on her. Of course, Kasumi had no way of knowing exactly how rough his time had been since getting the curse. Hell, it was practically the highlight of the last month compared to that bullshit hair spell and a murderous psychopath chasing him across the most populous country on Earth.

“How are you getting on with Akane?”

“We aren’t,” Ranma replied. “Uh, no offence or anything, but your little sister’s kinda too much of a violent, sexless tomboy for my tastes.” He gulped down a strip of apple, and licked his lips before continuing. “It’s funny. She thinks she can beat me in a martial arts dating contest! As if an uncute tomboy stands a chance against me!”

“Oh, I would hardly say that,” Kasumi mused. “I think she might surprise you. <span style="color: #bf9000">In fact, I think if the two of you decided to take your relationship to a physical stage, it might be good for both of you.</span> Oh my! That really is none of my business.”

Ranma very nearly choked on a cherry as soon as he heard that particular exclamation. Him and the tomboy? Doing… That sort of thing? <font color="green">It might be fun to make her scream his name in pleasure,</font> but he somehow doubted anything like that could happen. <font color="green">But why not go for it to see if he could?</font> Because there was no way the tomboy would go for it, and that was besides the point because he didn’t want to! <font color="green">Sure about that?</font> Yes! He was sure! <font color="green">Then why are you pitching a tent?</font> Maybe because he was eating from the nude form of Kasumi, and she actually did have a sort of innocent sex appeal? Maybe that was -

“Uh…” Ranma very quietly said. “Excuse me a second. I have this sudden need to be elsewhere.”

“Alright,” Kasumi said as though absolutely nothing was wrong. “We should do this again sometime.”

“No, no!” Ranma quickly backpeddled away, making sure not to stand up. “That really won’t be necessary! Um! Thank you for the food. It was delicious!” <font color="green">As was her body.</font> Ack! He averted his eyes and tried really, really hard not to think about the last few minutes. Stupid! What was he thinking?! What was <i>she</i> thinking?!

“Alright,” Kasumi said. “If you would like a little advice for this… martial arts date, please don’t hesitate to ask. After all, I am your host. It is my duty to serve your needs.”

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Try to imagine how it is to have your eyes closed for most of your life, and then you open them wide and see how things really are. It had been eating at her all day long, wearing her down persistently until at last she gave in and saw the light of day. Nabiki used to do things for her own personal amusement, or to pad out her wallet. She would manipulate people around her. Lie to them. Blatantly at times. She’d poke at their weak points, make fun of them, offer them things in exchange for ludicrous payments.

And now she was channelling all of that energy into lustful pursuits. Truly her eyes had been opened wide. This was where the real fun was! Money was just a means to making oneself more appealing, keeping oneself healthy. The ultimate goal wasn’t, or should not be, wealth but rather sex. It was like the whole world around her had just sort of shifted colour slightly, more vibrant and alive, more potential for real happiness.

To begin with was her prudish younger sister, training in the dojo and smacking around a straw doll with a pigtail attached to it with such passion and fury that it practically screamed to the heavens that she wanted to fuck that pigtailed boy so very badly while having no idea at all how to express it. Enter Nabiki, fairy godsister to grant her libido’s repressed wishes.

Of course… It wasn’t as if she could simply announce that. It would compel Akane into even deeper denial than before! This required a different approach. A gentler approach. Something that would not scare the poor dear off. She was already suspicious. Not much to be done about that. But! It was now Nabiki’s sacred duty to get her sister laid. Pronto. She’d certainly chosen well regarding targets to lust after. Both of Ranma’s forms were so… very… cute and fuckable.

“I’m setting down some more ground rules,” Akane said in a warning tone. “Otherwise, I’m not taking your help.”

Honestly, Nabiki was a little bit proud of her sister just then. Standing up for herself like that, and taking control over the situation, forcing Nabiki to either concede to the terms or walk away empty handed. Perfectly in line with how she used to operate. She inspected her nails as if not particularly interested, and allowed Akane to continue.

“First, our father’s can’t know anything about this. You have to keep them in the dark. If Daddy thinks we’re getting along, he’s going to try and get us married as soon as possible.”

Fine by her. That had already been her intention all along.

“Second, don’t interfere in the date. I don’t want you trying to embarrass either of us, or give me an unfair advantage. I just want your advice, and I want to rub his nose in how I beat him fairly.”

Playing it fair, were we? Well, it would hardly be any fun to make things too easy for either of them, but she could probably set it up decently…

“Finally, don’t try anything perverted. I’m not wearing some stupid sexy dress, and I’m not dancing for him or anything like that either. Got it? It’s just a normal first date, that’s all!”

“That seems fair enough to me,” Oh dear, there went all that pride. Dear little sister, you’re adorable but you have absolutely no idea how to hold a bargain, do you? It’s all about fearsome determination, pushing through to solve a problem until you find the answer. That’s all you seem to know how to do; you haven’t yet learned that subtlety can go far further in getting a person what they want, though then again it really did depend upon the circumstance. Sometimes Akane’s way really would be better, other hers and yet others Kasumi’s. “Now, why don’t we find Ranma and have a little… conversation about the terms and rules of this little contest you’ll be having. How does that sound?”

1. Skip straight to the date, flashback to rules discussion
2. Establish rules first.
3. Nalidiel pursues Kasumi to find out what’s going on. Turns out something is up with her.
4. Nalidiel pursues Kasumi to find out what’s going on with her, learns his own power is growing.
5. Something else