Story: Akane the Half Alien

Story: Urusei Yatsura First Impressions

Discussion: Oversynch, Akane the Half Alien, Curvy Sailor Moon

Thread Voting: Open Until 2nd December

Thread Voting: Open Until 25th November

Discussion: First Impressions + Akane the Half Alien

Hi, before starting today I wanted to clarify something since it seems that there's some kind of misunderstanding about why I post stories here first before putting them on the addventure.

Basically, I want you guys to be my final eyes on the episode before it goes onto the addventure. Giving me suggestions for what to do in a future update on story posts is pretty pointless because I'll forget all about them by the time I'm writing that thread again. What I really want on story comments is to be given opinions on that episode. Is it a good one? Does it need a rewrite? Any continuity gaffes?

So, please spare any ideas for upcoming episodes for the comments section on the addventure or for these discussion posts. I don't want to discourage making comments on the stories mind, I just want them to be about the episode itself instead of the thread's future direction. That is what I am aiming for, and why I wait at least a week before putting them on the addventure.

Does this make sense? If so, onto discussing this week's winners.

Thread Voting: Open Until 18th November

Story: HPOA (FEEDBACK FOR NEW VERSION)

Hi, so the original version of this episode wasn't up to my usual standards. I've decided to ask Adama on the addventure to scrub that episode and post what's here instead. If this is better, please let me know. If it's still needing work please let me know. I don't care about what options you want me to take - in fact, I only really care about that at all when in a discussion post - I want to know if this episode is fine to go as is.

Story: Shampoo and Conditioning

Story: Lesbian Shard Akane

Story: UY Side Effects of Hypnotism

Story: HCI

Discussion: Side Effects + Shampoo and Conditioning + HCI

Yes, I know that HCI hasn't technically won yet, but given this coming week and the fact that it's technically hit 50 already (grrrr, thought I was free for at least the rest of the month!) might as well get that planned out now because I'm almost certainly doing it early.

Story: 2 to 1 Ring

The pair returned home in the same way they often did. With barely restrained mutual lust masquerading as resentment. Ranma and Akane were walking side by side staring holes through each other while whispering sweet nothings.

"Why do you always have to play matchmaker?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I saw the way you were sizing up that Konatsu chick for Uchan. She’s a girl!”

"I don’t quite know if Konatsu is…”

"If Konatsu is a boy, then I'm the King of Sheba!"

A scoff. "Oh, your highness! I didn't realise you were visiting!"

You get the idea. This aspect of Ranma’s relationship with his fiance was unchanged by reality shifting to merge two people into one being. They’d bicker, they’ll always bicker. On their wedding night they'd argue about what they'd be doing first thing in the morning even as they jumped each other. They were a pair of smitten hotheaded stubborn idiots. This was how they flirted. Hell, this was practically their mating call.

"Loudmouth!"

"Uncute!"

Hark, it must be spring. Is the melody not a beautiful one? Akane's eyes narrowed, she grabbed hold of Ranma's arm and batted her eyes at him.

"Uncute am I?" she asked with a bubbly tone of voice. "Oh, Ranma! That's soooo cruel!"

This was the ultimate attack. Not one that the original Akane Tendo would ever normally employ - but the new Akane Tendo’s “other half”, Shampoo, would have absolutely no trouble trying out. It was affectionate, it was physical, it was intimate and against Ranma Saotome it was super effective.

"Nihao little sister!" Kasumi Tendo cheered, appearing in front of the pair as if by magic. Naturally they shot apart as if someone had magnetised them both with the same pole. "Nihao, Ranma! Did the two of you have fun with your friend?"

Ladies and gentlemen, Kasumi Tendo in a Chinese dress. First of all you're welcome for that mental image. Secondly - hold on, I can tell a few of you are still lingering on that first point so we should wait a minute for you to catch up. We good to go? Alright. So, secondly that might seem like an odd fashion choice for the eldest daughter of the Tendo family. Well, there's a reason for that...

"The two of you must be famished," Kasumi said. "So! I've whipped up a yummy, scrummy meal that I'm sure you'll love. Spinach noodles, rice dumplings and sweet and sour pork."

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Inside the soul of this combined girl, her two halves were staring at Kasumi with the same except expression: Dumbfounded, baffled and slowly trying to work out how they felt about all of this. Akane raised her finger, then seemed as though she were about to say something - then stopped and squinted even harder at Kasumi.

"Maybe she is trying to make us feel welcome?" Shampoo offered.

"That... is the kind of thing she'd do," Akane reluctantly agreed. "Except she's also a lot more excitable than normal as well.

“Well, she did have a different mother…” Shampoo said, before putting her hand on her head, “Ugg that makes my head hurt. How did this stupid magic ring work? Did it fuse our mothers? Get my mom to go to Japan instead of meeting my original father? Did it just wink one of our parents out of existence?”

“I wouldn’t think about it too hard.” Both girls jumped back at the sudden reappearance of that pantsuit wearing Office Lady Oni who had explained things earlier. “Nobody’s killed by this ring or anything. The world's just sort of rearranged a little bit to make this whole new you.”

"And what's with my sister acting like this?" Akane asked. "Our sister... Whatever! Why is Kasumi behaving in such a strange way?"

"Oh, she's been spoiling you rotten every time you come visit," the Oni nodded. "Does her absolute best to dress up, make food that you'd like - the works." She shuffled her feet and smiled as if waiting for something. The two girls stared at her. "Ahem. Doesn't that deserve a compliment from a pair of pretty girls?" Now the two of them were glowering at her. "Okay, okay! Bye for now!"

Ignoring that, the two of them got right back to paying attention to the images playing out. Kasumi had walked away with a giddy gait, doubtless thrilled to see if Akane liked the dishes she'd put together. "I wish she wouldn't spoil me..." the outer combined girl grumbled. "It feels very strange."

"Well, at the very least she has good taste!" Shampoo threw up her arms. "That dress was a knockout. On her figure, she could have any man she wanted." Shampoo trailed off for a moment as a particularly vicious thought crept into her head. "I mean, she certainly filled it out better than other people who will not be named." Akane winced. This was like bleeding in shark infested waters. Shampoo picked up on the weakness immediately. "You know, it must be nice living with such a pleasant older sister. She's such a good role model. Exactly the sort any little sister would want to grow up to be exactly like."

"You got a point there?" Akane grumbled.

"Who, me?" Shampoo asked. Ohohoho, if she couldn't hurt Akane physically then she could sure put the screws on emotionally. "No, not at all. I was simply admiring your oldest sister. My, my. It really did look like she was poured into that dress, doesn't it? It's a wonder the boys paid you any mind when dear sweet Kasumi - Oh no! You're not jealous are you?"

"Jealous? Me?" Akane all but shrieked. "No. perish the thought! Hahaha! You're imagining things... Really!"

But Shampoo was loving this. Ohoho! There was a little extra something to needle the girl over. If they were to spend the rest of their lives stuck together like this, might as well have a bit of fun with it somewhere!

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A spark of irritation shot clear through Akane right then, as she noticed Ranma pretending that he wasn't checking Kasumi out. Her knuckles popped when she flexed her hand. But this was one of those cases where throwing a punch wasn't half as effective as a nice tongue lashing. And so!

"Fancy that," Akane sighed. "You didn't even thank me."

"Huh? Thank you for what?" Ranma asked.

"For saving you," Akane explained. "You got yourself captured and had to be rescued. Like a Princess in Distress." She sneered a little bit. "Bet you'd look pretty good in a dress too. Just add water."

Before Ranma could respond to this urgent mating call, the pair were interrupted by a hand falling on each of their shoulders. Looking back, the pair saw the tear stained face of one Soun Tendo. Professional Meddler and the kind of father who tries to make his kids do things in ways that makes them do the exact opposite because he doesn't know them half as well as he thinks he does.

Wow, that's kind of sad when you put it like that. Pretend I'd made a funny instead and let's put that behind us.

"It's so good to see you getting on!" Soun bawled, pulling the two of them together. "Ah! There truly is hope for Anything Goes Martial Arts!"

Such things are rather anathema to the mating procedures of the hotheaded stubborn idiot. An outsider pointing out that the two of them were inching closer and closer together while arguing to the point they were almost (gasp) holding hands was pretty much the second worst thing you could do if you wanted them to actually go for it. The worst thing is to very obviously force them into direct contact with one another.

"I'm going to my room!" Akane yelled, storming off upstairs.

"And I'm gonna go train!" Ranma yelled, heading in the direction of the training hall.

"Was it something I said?" Soun sniffed. Because as much as Kasumi may have changed some things never do.

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“Honestly I can’t believe him!” Akane grumbled under her breath, “Jumping in like that!” She walked up the stairs to reach her room. The layout of the Tendo household had not changed much, right up to there being a cute duck shaped plate on Akane’s door with her name on it. Though, there was a difference with the duck itself. Instead of simply “AKANE” written in English letters, there was “珊撲” written on it. Written as Chinese it read, well, “Shan Pu.” However, above the Chinese characters was furigana, which read “あかね” AKA: “Akane.” The other Tendo sisters had similar arrangements now.

Akane and Shampoo should consider themselves lucky that Japanese and its shared characters with Chinese allows such a writing system to let them keep their names. Thus avoiding their new self being called ‘Shamkane” or “Akapoo” or something dumb like that.

Opening the door, one could see that Akane Tendo's bedroom looked pretty much the way you would expect an ordinary Japanese girl's room to look. There was a bed and a desk and a wardrobe and a cupboard. Now, there were a few little extra things here and there. For example, the battle dress that she wore when training. A bright red number with a slit up the side. That's pretty normal, right?

Well, Akane reached out and grabbed hold of a little stress relief. That taking the form of a mace with a head twice the size of hers, which she smashed into her palm while pacing around the room.

"Right when I was putting that <i>boy</i> in his place," Akane growled. "Ugh! Interrupting at the very worst possible time! Now he's off training in the hall probably feeling all smug and superior when he should be licking my boots."

She stopped and trailed off. "Licking my boots..." she mused. "Sucking on my toes... Worshiping the ground I walk on..." Unconsciously she walked towards her battle dress. "Maybe I should head down there as well. Get a little bit of grappling practise with him..."

The girl shuddered. No! Too obvious. He'd see through that in a second. Not that there was anything to see through of course. She returned her mace to its rightful place and took a deep breath.

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"Pervert!" Akane grumbled at Shampoo. The girl ignored her. "I said 'pervert'! Hello? Earth to Shampoo? Anyone home?"

"Is that... a picture on our desk... Of Pink and Link?" Shampoo asked.

"Huh?" Akane grunted. "Oh, you mean that shot of us with those twins? In a group hug and smiling for the camera?" Shampoo nodded. "Huh... I guess that must be a shock to you. Seeing Us being close with two friends of yours -"

"We weren't friends!" Shampoo squealed, panic stricken and mortified. "Those two idiots! You did this! How did you do this?! How did combining with you make us into friends?!"

"Well... I mean... You're kind of a violent bitch sometimes," Akane said.

This, to Shampoo, felt like the pot not only calling the kettle black but also calling it an instrument often used to boil water. She slowly turned to look at Akane with her face showing the very mask of 'are you fucking kidding me?'

"Hey! Don't give me that look!" Akane sniffed. "I don't go around destroying walls or threatening to kill people."

"You lose control over your temper all the time!"

"No! That's... poor impulse control and - Hey I see you trying to get our combined self to put on that slinky dress! Don't think you can distract me with an argument!"

<hr>

Akane put the dress back on the rack. No. It was a bad idea. It was a bad idea to head on down there and show off for Ranma. Show off her martial arts skills. Yes, that's right. That's all she was resisting the urge to flaunt for his deviant male eyes.

"I think a gi would have suited you better," a voice said from the doorway to the room. Akane was honestly surprised by that. She hadn't even heard the door open. Had she really been so lost in thought that Nabiki could surprise her like that? "What's wrong? Did you not have enough fun hanging out with Ranma today?"

Nabiki... She was a tough one. Akane hadn't got a handle on her yet. It was strange, the contrast between how Kasumi treated her and how Nabiki treated her. When in Nabiki's presence, Akane felt like a mouse noticing the cat about to play with her. It was a strange and offputting feeling, especially since she could easily bend Nabiki in half if things ever became physical.

"Well, what I do with my airen isn't any of your business," Akane huffed. "And just because I'm spending time with him doesn't mean I like him or anything. Got it?"

If that had been intended to scare Nabiki off, it seemed to have the opposite effect. Ever see the How the Grinch Stole Christmas? Remember that bit where he comes up with the plan, and this smile oozes up his face, consuming it whole until his entire feature seems to be one singular grin? Well, Nabiki seemed to be doing something kind of similar with her eyebrows.

"Airen?" Nabiki repeated. "That's a Chinese word, isn't it?"

And now Akane's face was basically doing the opposite of the Grinch. Shit. Shit. Shit! Had she called Ranma her airen? As in her beloved?! Suddenly Nabiki was right in Akane's face, looking her right in the eyes, her own sparkling with innocence.

"Say, sis! Say! Hey! I don't know Chinese! Hey, hey! Sis! Tell me what it means!" Nabiki asked, quite insistently. "If Ranma is your airen, what does it mean? What does it mean?"

"It - it doesn't mean anything!" Akane protested, futile for she could already tell that Nabiki fully knew what it meant already.

"Ohhhh? It doesn't mean anything?" Nabiki repeated in a kind of bratty way. "Well then, if you won't admit to it... I'll just have to ask Ranma."

Fuuuuuuck! When Nabiki turned to leave the room, Akane used her own greater than normal speed to get ahead of her and close the door.

"Ahahaha, that won't be necessary!" Akane said. Nabiki... then cooly sat down on Akane's bed. That manipulative little... "So, what do you want for me to keep quiet?"

"Pictures, little sis. What else?" Nabiki said. Now, to Nabiki's mind her little sister would never agree to something like that. Which was fine. She was bartering. Go for the thing that she'd never get, and then wear her down until she got the thing she actually wanted. In this case: A little help shaking down a member of the kendo club who was being late with his bills. "I have this cute little bikini I'd like you to, ahem, train in. No need to pose. Your normal training routine should be fine."

"Deal!" Akane stuck out her hand.

... What. What? She agreed immediately?! That was not what Nabiki had expected! Not at all! Ah... Oooh boy! Actually this was way better than she expected. She'd make ten times the amount from a set of pictures like that! Of course, what Nabiki wasn't able to factor in here was the effect Shampoo was having on her judgment. Nabiki was used to her sister reacting to perverted boys actively coming on to her, something neither girl had tolerated. But while Akane rejected them outright, Shampoo had a “look don’t touch” policy, which their new self had inherited. Ultimately she gave no fucks nor damns nor any other method of cursing measurement you might care to name if some boys got pictures of her wearing something skimpy. Yeah, who cared about that?

1. Shortly, Ranma's training is interrupted by an impromptu photo session. Her eyes are up there, Saotome!
2. The photoshoot can wait for after dinner. Where Kasumi has something special planned.
3. Suddenly Ryoga arrives to make everyone's day worse.
4. Back with Ukyo, how's she getting on with Konatsu?
5. Something else

Story: Quadranma

Story: Smart Succubus

Story: NGE Ring of Truth

Thread Voting: Open Until 11th November

Discussion: Quadranma, NGE Ring of Truth, Smart Succubus, 2to1 Ring

Story: Shampoo and Conditioning

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Story: HPOA 1/2

Story: Creeping Perversion

Story: Tricked Himself

Story: Drive

Story: Sailor Moon Titnosis

Thread Voting: Open Until 4th November