Story: HCI

Ah, I would like suggestions for options if anyone can think of something good.


Here's a little secret about Ukyo Kuonji: Even before she was hit by Happosai's hex, she was quite the pretty pent-up pervert, and no, this is not a reference to her crossdressing as a boy. The truth of the matter was that of all of Ranma's fiancees, she was the one that had the most outright erotic dreams with him. Yes, more than Shampoo and that really says something.


So let's picture her thinking right now: She'd finally gotten a taste of Ranma Saotome's special sauce. She liked the taste. She liked the taste a lot. Sure, now that she was more like her usual self it bugged her she had to share a bite with Akane but a feast was still a feast and she was ravenous for more.


If only she could work out a good way to cook this meal. She had all the ingredients of a stunningly sexy woman. A dash of "cute face," a dollop of "spectacular tits," a sprinkle of "that booty," and it was all glazed over with flawless skin from head to toe.


She was clinging to Ranma like a life preserver. This was her best chance yet! All she had to do now was make him look at her as if she was a girl rather than a best friend, and then she'd get everything she wanted.


Including a more private ride on the wild horse.


"Ranma, I'm pretty, aren't I?" she asked, batting her eyes at him. "You know, with this body I won't even be able to pretend at being a boy anymore. It'll be too obvious I'm a girl." She leaned in closer and whispered directly into his ear. "Maybe I should start wearing dresses instead?"


"Sure, why not?" Ranma answered, looking away from her. Heh. That might seem like a bad sign, but it really wasn't. It meant that he was absolutely falling under her spell. It was when there was nothing for him to fight against that Ukyo was most worried. You couldn't win a fight if there wasn't one, so now that he was fighting his attraction to her she could fight back and win! "But maybe we can reverse it if we figure out what the old freak has done."


"I suppose so." She lay her head on his shoulder. He made a noise like a mouse that had just realised it was cornered. Aha! Jackpot! Ukyo had honestly expected it would take longer to get Ranma to see her as a girl, but now it seemed her ingredients were ready for cooking. "It wouldn't be right to let that old freak have his way, would it?"


"N-no, it wouldn't," Ranma stammered, so cute! Okay. This was it. She had to strike now. To switch metaphors a martial artist on the attack should only give up the attack if the enemy has submitted, or they have good reason to expect they're being set up for a counter. She could definitely see a little twitch in his trousers. The dragon was awakening. "That's why we ought to concentrate on finding the old freak before we -"


She grabbed him by the chin and forced him to look at her. Not at her body. In the eyes. "Ranma," Ukyo said, drawing on all of the girlish impulses and inflections she could muster, "am I cute?"


Unfortunately they were in public so they could hardly have as much fun as she would like. On the other hand, if she could get him to kiss her right here, right now, then it would be so much easier to lure him into a nice secluded place and then set about making him forget all about those other girls.


"Ucchan, we shouldn't," Ranma protested. It would be so easy for her to lean her head up a little bit and close the distance. But that would be meaningless. It would only mean anything if Ranma kissed her, not the other way around. "This is the spell making us feel like this."


Step a little closer. Let him feel her body pressing up against his, but keep those lips at a teasing distance. Ooh, definitely a growing bulge down there! "You mean, I'm not cute after all?"


He was still fighting it. At least in a mental sense. His body seemed to know what was good for him. Ranma probably hadn't quite noticed yet that his hand was resting on the small of her back, nor that he was slightly leaning in, inch by inch, closer and closer, fractions of distances so small the only reason Ukyo noticed was because of how intensely she was watching the boy she loved gradually giving in to his physical desires.


At which point Ukyo expertly extracted herself from his grip and strode off down the street. "Right then, let's find that old pervert before he causes any more mischief!"


"... Huh?" Ranma blinked behind her. "Wha-...? But... But I thought -"


"Gosh, it sure is a nice day out," Ukyo said. "Thank goodness it's not raining, right, Ranchan? This'll make it a lot easier to spot that creep before he hits anyone else with this spell! Come on, let's go!"


It was probably possible to see Ranma's bewilderment from space, but this was all part of Ukyo's plan. You don't take the food out of the oven until it's ready to cook all the way through, and right now only Ranma's surface was, ahem, cooked. The middle always took the longest amount of time, and Ukyo might be a pervert, but she hated instant gratification. Even though her own body was telling her to mount Ranma right here and now, intellectually she was in it for the long haul. Make sure the meal is properly cooked and then she'd be able to properly appreciate and savour a feast.


The two of them would search throughout Furinkan together, in close physical contact while under the influence of a spell that made them much, much sexier and hornier than normal. How long could Ranma last without accepting how he felt? Then it would simply be a matter of finding a little quiet, private space to fool around. The plan was practically foolproof; after all, the chances of them actually finding Happosai were -


"This way!" she heard a girl yell overhead. "We can't let that old freak get away with this!"


"That's right!" another girl yelled. "Whatever he's done to transform our bodies, we'll make him undo it!"


- Pretty much one hundred percent. With a twitch in her eye and her battle spatula unslung from her back, Ukyo Kuonji was ready for war. Hell hath no fury like a woman on the verge of bedding the guy she'd loved for years finding herself cockblocked! Even women that were scorned would shrink back in mortal terror.


"Hey, that was lucky," Ranma observed, and then found himself grabbed around the collar by Ukyo and hauled up to the rooftops, quickly joining a procession of women who were all under the same corrupted effect as herself. Ooh, but she was going to stomp that old pervert into the ground for this. Interrupting at the worst possible time! Just when she was on track to getting everything she'd ever wanted, she... She... Uh...


Right about then was when Ukyo took note of the rather strange girls she was following. In particular the nearest one. LIke Ukyo and the others under this spell's influence, her body had undergone a rather significant alteration to an ideal no woman could ever naturally meet. That wasn't actually what surprised her. In fact, she expected that. What was unusual about her was....

1. The fact that she was wearing a tiger-print bikini, had green hair and was flying. (Lum from Urusei Yatsura)
2. She appeared to be wearing a nun's robe. (Index, from A Certain Magical Index)
3. Her hair was tied up in twin buns, and there was a cat on her shoulder. (Usagi, from Sailor Moon)
4. Someone else