"Pardon me?" interrupted the snootier Ucchan. "As fascinating as such answers might be, this is hardly the best time. We should consider hurrying to a more private location so we can discuss this further without being arrested for breaking public decency laws."
"Eek!" The curvier Ucchan jumped. "I don't want to go to jail! Wah!"
"Oh, suck it up. Bawlin' ain't gonna get us outta this mess," the more tomboyish Ukyo sniffed.
"We should head back to where I'm staying," Isamu offered. "It ain't far from here. You can borrow some clothes there."
"Ranchan, you're so thoughtful!" the original Ukyo sighed. All things considered Ukyo was taking the fact that there were suddenly four of her rather well. Actually, all of them were now that he was really thinking about it. The tomboy picked up the girly one bridal style, and Ukyo had to do the same thing for the snob while Isamu carried all of their clothes. Seemed like neither the chick nor the snob retained any kinda martial arts skill. Damn, that was a shame. He was kinda hoping they would all be able to spar with him.
Still, he could hardly keep from watching them all kinda close. Not 'cause they were, you know, pretty naked girls or anything. Actually, there were a couple of reasons for it, and Isamu hated that he was thinking so damned hard about this whole stupid mess.
Ucchan, his best friend, was a girl. Had always been a girl. Had grown up into being a complete babe... And now there were four of her after he had sex with her. If this was anything like the curse that made him, well, <i>him</i> then it seemed (ugh) logical to assume each of the three copies had traits in common with the original Ucchan. Meaning that one was probably...
Um...
Huh. Weird. He couldn't work it out at all. Funny. Ukyo was his - or rather Ranma's - best friend, but Isamu was having a hell of a time figuring out how her personality had split into these three, and what parts of her they represented. Oh, man, he felt like a real asshole all of a sudden.
They soon arrived on the roof of the Tendo dojo, and Isamu had to deliberately restrain himself from making any noise. He usually didn't give a shit about stealth, but you know what? Right now he might actually die of embarrassment, and he wasn't too sure any of the Ukyos would fare much better. He gestured for silence from them, and they seemed to get the message. Isamu then quickly took his clothes back from Ukyo and dressed, trying to ignore the way four pairs of eyes were very obviously leering at the glory of his athletic body. Because dammit, he would not be like that prissy Akihito and enjoy flaunting his appearance and godlike physique to anyone smart enough to recognise perfection.
Isamu then crawled around the building, checking inside the guest room where he and his siblings had been spending the night. No sign of anyone, so he crept inside and grabbed a couple shirts and shorts, then back to the roof so he could get those girls some modesty back.
"No skirts?" the curvy one complained, earning her an elbow nudge from the other two copies. "Fine, fine."
"Might as well explain this damned mess while you're getting dressed," Isamu said, turning his back even though really that was pretty much pointless now. "It started at this place called Jusenkyo...."
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The afterglow was starting to wear off while Isamu was talking. The sex had been amazing. Out of this world. A dream come to life. Hell, even the sudden appearance of three other hers hadn't especially dampened this mood. Ukyo had felt good, really good all over her body and it had left her mind numb, accepting and just a little bit stupid.
But coming down from a high, any kind of high, is called a crash for a reason. It is because reality is an unmovable brick wall, and you are being propelled towards it at incredible, yet stoppable speeds.
"So, you're not actually Ranma," Ukyo slowly said. "You're some sort of copy?" Isamu nodded. "And somehow your magically enhanced penis made three copies of me?" Another nod. Ukyo looked at her copies and winced, especially at the financial -
"It will prove much trickier feeding four mouths than one," one of the copies suddenly said while pinching the bridge of her nose. "While it is entirely possible we could set up competitive stores, it is more likely we would succeed by cooperation... That will still require reworking our plans and increasing the size of revenue, location and the overall business. We will almost certainly need to extend our overdraft, purchase new clothes and equipment <i>and</i> develop a more intense marketing campaign. Relying on word of mouth for this size of business probably won't be profitable enough..."
By this point the other her was pacing around the rooftop stroking her chin, completely lost in thought. The other two Ukyos were also staring at her quite intensely.
"Oh! Oh! Can I be a maid?" the curvier her asked, bouncing up and down with hand raised into the air. "I'd look so pretty and cute, people will flock to our store!"
"Ugh," the last copy huffed. "That's such a cheap -"
"Approved!" interrupted the first copy, giving a rather enthusiastic thumbs up. "It is cheap, but it is also effective! At the same time, you shall continue to dress and behave like a boy: Your bishonen looks will surely draw in the girls! I will take care of the finances, and the original us -"
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Ukyo yelled. She could feel a headache coming on. "Can we figure that later? We have other things to deal with right now."
"Yes. For example, which of you is going to be dating Isamu?"
"Right!" Ukyo agreed. "Even if he's not exactly Ranma, I don't want to give him up."
"Me neither!" giggled the girly one.
"Well, I wouldn't mind fooling around with him again sometime," mumbled the tomboy.
"Practically speaking, it might be more economical if we all shared him," suggested the business-oriented one. A beat of silence followed. "Any objections?" another beat. "Then it's settled. We are all Isamu's girlfriend. All four of us."
That did strike Ukyo as a little weird. All four of them were happy to share him? That didn't seem right. Sure, the sex was amazing, but even that mind-blowing dick wasn't nearly that good. Was this maybe some side effect of the spell? If so, were there other effects they hadn't noticed yet?
"Oh my, then I suppose the next point would be... Have you decided on names?"
Speaking of things they hadn't noticed. All five of them turned to stare at the little hatch in the roof that had been opened up. There was a rather pretty woman poking her head through. She had this long brown hair and the most serene, empathic expression Ukyo had ever seen. She seemed to possess a weird, sort of peaceful and friendly radiance about her that made all four Ukyos feel... Content.
"Hello," the stranger said. "My name is Kasumi Tendo. Would you all like to come inside? I have some cakes and tea prepared. You can talk this through in a much more relaxed environment."
- Naming the Ukyos
- Akihito and Shampoo continue trying to find a job.
- Ranko continues messing with Ranma and Akane.
- Ranko makes her attempt at the cheerleading team.
- Something else
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