Trick or Treat 1/2
It’s rather safe to say that Shampoo started to panic just a little bit at feeling the typical symptoms of the suggestibility mushrooms at double strength. Now, one might wonder why she wouldn’t use an item like this to snag Ranma: Get him to eat some, tell him that he should spend the rest of his natural days by her side, then proceed to enjoy the quite simply amazing sex they would have from that point on. Done deal. Well, she would: If not for the short time they actually worked. As soon as they wore off, he’d realise what she’d done, and it was almost literally impossible to feed someone enough consistently that they would be under the influence for even a day simply because you’d be feeding it to them nearly constantly and that could build up all kinds of nasty toxic side effects over such a short period of time.
But that’s a digression. For the duration of the effect Shampoo would believe absolutely anything anyone said to her. Right. So, the smart thing to do under these conditions was to take a small break. Wait for the effect to wear off somewhere she couldn’t hear anyone at all, then head out there after Akane Tendo and exact a little revenge.
Oh, but she could hardly wait for it. That sneaky witch bitch deserved everything she would get. Shampoo got on her hands and knees, staggering a little bit, idly considering and enjoying the thought of pursuit and -
And unknown to her the enhanced effect of the mushrooms began to work their magic. No longer was it simply anything she heard that would influence her thinking, but also anything she thought at all. Right now her own daydreams of revenge against a certain tomboy-turned-witch were compelling Shampoo to stride confidently out of the cafe, grabbing a salt shaker as she went.
It didn’t take her long to locate her target: Virtually everyone in the street was either staring in rapt attention in the same direction, or making rather blatant glances towards it. Sure enough, she found Akane strutting down the street, minding her own business while everyone around her fell under her spell. So Shampoo leaped into the air, removed the top of the salt shaker and then spread a circle of the white powder around Akane mid-stride.
“Hm?” the witch said, tilting her head as she collided with an invisible barrier. “My progress has now reached a halt. Have I been stopped by this spilled salt?”
“Got you!” Shampoo triumphantly cheered, landing directly in front of the witch and taking the chance to smile just inches from her oddly sexy face. “Stupid witch Akane not so tough after all!”
The witch glowered at her, then drew her fist back. She struck against the invisible barrier with a blow that would put a considerable dent in a wall, but to no avail. It was just like she’d heard: A witch cannot pass a barrier of salt. Which also meant that she was safe from whatever magic she might try to cast. Except of course for spells already cast, like -
Like rebounding and enhancing the effect of suggestibility mushrooms. The smile on Shampoo’s face dropped pretty damn quickly after that particular realisation.
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It was little moments like these that reminded Akane of exactly why she hated the troublesome little pest. Such a sneaky manipulator attached to a strong martial artist’s body, not a fun combination to have for an arch rival. It didn’t exactly help that she was easy on the eyes. Very easy on the eyes. In fact it was downright amazing that Ranma hadn’t already eloped with this saucy foreign minx. In her new mindset as sexy witch, Akane wouldn’t actually blame him much at all. She might torment them both a little when she caught up with them, but blame him? Nope!
“In this ring I have to stay, but does the kitty want to play?” Akane mused aloud, pondering the hated rival with a seductive lick of her lips. It was always like this for her. One emotional extreme to another. The typical cackling mania of a witch having a good time to the furious witch finding her hard work undone. However… The expression on Shampoo’s face indicated that she would be swinging back to where she started before long. “Now there’s no reason you should frown so long as this salt’s on the ground. Or maybe you are glimpsing hell, all because of my hot spell? No! Don’t answer. Let me guess. Your eyes fixate upon my breasts!”
The funny thing was, they did exactly that. Akane was keeping to her rule of one spell per rival, not that any magic she cast could have any effect on Shampoo right now anyway. She had said that last rhyme in jest, mocking her busty nemesis for being suddenly outclassed due to Akane’s new and improved stunning hot bod. She stepped back as far as she could, which wasn’t much, then leaned forward a fraction of an inch with her arms pressing the sides of her magnificent mammaries together.
“I’ll let you see them if you tell, what was the effect of my spell?”
“Suggestibility,” Shampoo eagerly answered, then slapped a hand over her mouth just a fraction of a second too late. Her eyes were still completely ensnared by Akane’s chest, and why wouldn’t they be? Even without the effects of magic they were utterly enchanting all by themselves.
Jackpot. She had been content to let it slide. Let Shampoo wallow in double the pain and humiliation she had attempted to inflict on Akane, a bit of delicious ironic revenge. But now? Now she was going to have… A little more fun.
“To break the salt won’t go amiss,” Akane said. “Come here and free me with a kiss.”
She cackled as Shampoo shook her head vigorously, yet her own body betrayed her. Stepping forward onto the salt barrier, disturbing it sufficiently to create an escape. Shampoo’s deceptively powerful arms swept around Akane’s head, and she probably couldn’t resist the kiss if she even dared to try. The experience wasn’t quite as bad as she expected it might be. There was a rather exotic taste to these lips, but then again she hardly had any experience of making out with a girl, never mind in the middle of the street where she counted no less than… Five? Yes, five passersby fainting from sudden erotic overload.
“Shampoo kill!” the Amazon declared, pushing away from Akane and then pulling out weapons from seemingly nowhere. “Suggestability mushrooms run out while kissing! No give you chance to… What so funny?”
“Oh dear Shampoo, I won’t be dead,” Akane replied. “Take a look what’s on your head! And while we’re at it, here’s a treat. I gave you some candy to eat.”
Shampoo seemed confused for a second, and why shouldn’t she? The significance was obviously lost on her. But wasn’t it interesting the things you could do while your opponent’s attention was distracted? Sure, she had access to real magic, but that didn’t mean the fake kind didn’t have its uses as well. Misdirection, subterfuge and sleight of hand could be just as effective as waving a wand, and combining the two was positively terrifying. Or arousing. For Akane, it was now the latter rather than the former.
All it took was a flimsy little pair of cat ears, and slipping a few pieces of the same transformation candy into Shampoo’s mouth while they locked lips. Akane cackled while in front of her, that same hated rival suddenly dropped her bonbori to the ground with an almighty clatter that didn’t come close to the yowling sound she was suddenly making. Her maid uniform melted away, turning as black as the night. A tight fitting leotard was its all new form.
Yes. Now that she was thinking about it, the one thing Akane had been missing since becoming a witch was a familiar. An animal companion that would serve her well, amplify the effects of her magic, a variety of other uses. It was, perhaps, a slight cheat… Except she hadn’t cast any kind of second spell on Shampoo herself. Nope. All she did was summon the cat ears and the candy, then use mundane means to put them on her head or in her mouth. In short, turning a hated rival into a devoted ally in the blink of an eye.
“Mrrrrow!” Shampoo yowled, stretching seductively as her mind, body, clothes and abilities underwent a startling transformation that Akane wished she’d been paying more attention to. Yes, yes! This was it. Exactly what she’d been expecting: The very image of a ‘sexy black cat’ outfit standing before her, as if worn by Shampoo. “Shampoo want get laid!”
“You tried to fight me, that’s a pity!” Akane said, stroking the new familiar behind the cat ears on top of her head. Shampoo purred in response. “Now you’ll be my horny kitty! Listen well, this is the plan. We’ll make a witch out of Ucchan!”
- Turns out they were seen by another Ranma character, who intervenes at this point.
- Actually, Shampoo really is just like a cat and won’t listen to a thing Akane says.
- Meanwhile, Ukyo has already eaten some of the candy.
- Ranma arrives and finds Nabiki and Kasumi reeling from the effects of Akane’s magic.
- Something else
Cute :)
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