Story: Trick or Treat 1/2

There are certain Halloween costumes that come to mind when thinking of the "cheap and easy" approach. Toss a sheet over your head and cut out eyeholes. Bam. Instant ghost. The second one most people would think of though? Wrap yourself up in bandages from head to toe. Instant mummy!

Well, not-so-instant mummy. Ever try to wrap yourself up in toilet paper from head to toe? Takes time. It's easy to mess up. Your uniform is ruined by one bad spill. Ah, but Ukyo Kuonji wasn't like everyone else. She was used to wrapping her chest up every day of the year! All she had to do was extend that learning to a far greater field than normal.

"Ooooh!" she moaned, arms outstretched, little bits of paper dangling from her entirely wrapped arms. "I put a currrrse upon you... If you don't tip properly, that is!"

"Ah, Mistress!" Konatsu clapped. "How clever! How enthralling. What a wonderful costume."

Ukyo gave a small bow. Indeed, there she was, completely wrapped up while still giving her skin room to breathe. That was a vital mistake. Can't wrap these suckers on too tight or it cuts off circulation. It was Halloween specials night here at Ucchan's. They had pumpkins in the window, spooky skull decorations adorning the walls, a specialised menu to draw attention and candy treats for good tippers. Yep! If she had to work tonight, then Ukyo would be bringing Halloween to her instead!

"I like your costume as well," Ukyo said with a nod, giving her thoroughly devoted waiter two thumbs up. Ah, Konatsu! It was so helpful having a yes man around. He certainly seemed to be getting into the spirit of things as well. He was dressed up in a full-body bunny mascot costume that probably took him quite a long time to put together. "It's great!"

"Costume?" Konatsu asked. "I'm not wearing my costume yet."

... Right! Not going to ask any questions about - Was that a horse crop strapped to his waist? No, no, she was reading too much into this. It really wasn't any of her business what Konatsu got up to in his spare time and if he'd decided to stop pursuing her then that meant - Wait, that was a can of whipped cream sticking out of the mascot's pocket! Why would - No, none of her business, tralala, best to ignore it. Ukyo popped a piece of candy in her mouth, purely as a means of distracting herself.

And ladies and gentlemen, we have our contender for this year's "plan that worked too well" award. Give it up for Ukyo Kuonji!

The change happened the instant she swallowed, and her entire body went rigidly upright. Her eyes opened as wide as they had ever been, and Konatsu stepped closer in concern. And let me tell you, when a male kunoichi wearing a rabbit costume steps towards you in deep concern for your well being, while the strangest sensations you've ever experienced start going through your body? Not exactly as comforting as it should be.

"Mistress, are you feeling well?" Konatsu asked. "Your skin looks a little... Pale."

Indeed, looking at the back of her hands Ukyo could see that her skin had momentarily taken on a deathly pallor. Quite a distracting observation to say the least, but it very quickly became a secondary concern when her chest suddenly picked that moment to decide to do its balloon impersonation.

The swelling happened so quickly that even Konatsu was powerless to do anything but boggle, never mind what was happening from Ukyo's perspective. It felt like someone was injecting a steady stream of liquid pleasure directly into her nipples. She had to steady herself on the countertop to keep from falling over, and not a bit of it had to do with sudden dramatic shifts in sense of balance. The twisted bastard responsible for this had added another pair of pleasure injections, both of them directly into her navel. If someone had stroked a feather across her tummy, Ukyo might have cum herself to exhaustion. She could feel it become flatter, more defined. In fact it was happening all over. Even the paleness of her skin had a peculiarly sexual allure to it. She felt prettier than she'd ever been. She felt... Good. Regal. Powerful. Imperial.

Godlike.

"Mistress, please lie down!" Konatsu begged, pressing the back of her hand to Ukyo's forehead. Konatsu. Yes, that's right. Konatsu. A loyal servant, utterly devoted. Just the way a servant should be. He turned to look over at the bowl of candy. "Poisoned, perhaps?" he wondered aloud. "I must find the antidote, posthaste!"

Such a good servant. Always thinking of his mistress. Ukyo rose to her feet and looked over herself. The wrappings were still around her body, but different now. Strange. She distinctly recalled wrapping her arms and shoulders, but now the only wrappings on her arms were from her elbow to her hands, like a long pair of white gloves. Her shoulders to the elbow were utterly bare, showing off her now greyish flesh.

The wrappings on her torso began just a little above her breasts, and stopped a little after them as well. There was nothing underneath them. The slightest adjustment to the bandages could easily cause gaps in between them that would be wholly indecent, and yet Ukyo felt absolutely no need at all to put anything over herself to cover up. As for the bandages below her bare waist, they seemed a good deal tighter wrapped, the material felt thinner. Like a tight pair of trousers, except these trousers had deliberate gaps in them to show off just a little taste of what lay beneath, while the tightness and the sheerness painted the rest of the picture.

"Konatsu," Ukyo spoke imperiously. "You... Are my servant."

"Y-Yes, Mistress!" Konatsu said, suddenly by her side. "Are you feeling better? Your attire has changed as well, and I grow concerned for other possible side effects."

Ukyo nodded and eyed this boy in the ridiculous costume carefully. "You are my property," Ukyo concluded, reaching out and lifting up Konatsu's unresisting face. "As you are my property, I have the power to place a curse upon any foolish mortal that dares damage you or take you away."

"Mistress, forgive this foolish, humble kunoichi's insolence, but I think you might be getting a little too into character," Konatsu said, grovelling slightly, with the sense it would be more if not for this costume.

'Do you know,' Ukyo thought, 'he might be right.' She reached out and pulled him close, nice and close so that their lips nearly touched. "Any who breaks this curse shall become the embodiment of their own desires, until they make reparations for their misdeeds."

"I... See...!" Konatsu blinked and nodded. Yes, of course he understood. This was the way things would be from now on. Ukyo looked over her life. She had been too lax, too easy-going about things that were rightfully hers. Konatsu, her restaurant, her friends, her other belongings.

Her fiance.

"I beg your pardon, Mistress!" Konatsu declared, rapidly extracting himself from the mascot uniform. "I have suddenly recalled a place that I must be. Previous, vital arrangement. I do hope you underst-ah!"

"Servants who lie to their Mistress are punished," Ukyo said with a twinkle in her eye. "Oh my, Konatsu. You have been a naughty boy." Ukyo reached out and turned him around. Oh yes, oh very yes. It might not be Ranma, but that bulge in his trousers was still very impressive. "When one erects a lie, it is only fair that you erect something else as well."

Her poor servant was now the one doubled over. Trying awkwardly to hide his embarrassment. But there are things in this world even kunoichi geniuses struggle to keep hidden.

"W-when did you...?" Konatsu asked, stumbling back into the restaurant and trying really quite admirably hard to avoid looking at Ukyo.

"When you agreed to be my servant," Ukyo said. "This is the nature of the Mummy's Curse. Dear Konatsu. You are concerned with my health?" He nods. "You are concerned I am being corrupted?" Another nod. "You seek to return me to normal?" Yet another nod. "How noble. How brave. How thoroughly attractive."

Aha, now he was confused. Ukyo then stirred up that confusion further still by leaning in as though moving to kiss him, before suddenly drawing back and kissing something else, albeit through cloth.

"I have acquired the means to take what is mine," Ukyo said, and then kissed it again. "I have acquired the means to protect what is mine from greedy pandas and elderly perverts." Another kiss. Now her hands reached for the waistband of his trousers. "Have no fear, servant. All I truly seek is to keep what is mine safe, and the elimination of my rivals." She tugged the trousers down and took a moment to appreciate it. How much of this was her curse, and how much of it was all him? "Though even they will not suffer terribly from my curses."

"Mistress, you are not yourself," Konatsu complained, but he wasn't fighting back. Not when Ukyo grabbed the shaft gingerly with her hands, not when she licked the cock head daintily, as though it were an ice cream cone. Deep down he wanted this. Deep down he'd been dreaming of this. In that sense Ukyo was doing him a rather tremendous favour by using her "servant's agreement" to make him compliant. Some people just won't take what they want willingly. "This candy has transformed you into a - Into ah! Ah! Ah!"

Increased sensitivity since she was the one pleasuring him. What a wonderful thing curses were. Ukyo could do it to anyone or anything she owned, and right now her mouth was owning Konatsu's shaft in virtually every meaning. Ukyo grinned around the dick. By the time morning came around she'd have made her rivals come around as well. If they truly wanted the treasure known as Ranma Saotome, they'd have to indulge in a whole other kind of tomb raiding.

1. Akane tries to keep Shampoo under control, but Shampoo is a cat.
2. Ukyo continues reminding Konatsu of his place.
3. Another bit of candy is eaten by someone.
4. Ranma pops into Ucchan's for a bit to eat.
5. Ranma runs into Akane and Shampoo.
6. Something else