There are times when one must surrender reason to instinct and go where the winds blow. And so this young man wandered into streets he did not know with bokken slung over his shoulder.
"Hey, who is that tall glass of handsome?" a pretty young thing asked in blatant reference to him. "Not seen him around before."
"Something about him reminds me of Shutaro Mendo," another girl observed.
"Or that Rei alien we sometimes see..." another girl said. At that, all the other women around let out a genuine sigh of total contentment. As well it should be. For it was a natural thing. Though this be a strange place far from home (read: The next block over) one truth remained constant: That women cannot resist the allure of Tatewaki Kuno, Blue Thunder of Furinkan High!
"Ladies, my ears are burning," Kuno cooly said, half turning so that the sun in the sky would perfectly frame his body and magnify his magnificent visage. "Yet you must take care not to cast your heart to me too easily, for it has already been taken by two others -"
"Oh, he's that kind of boy."
"He's in love with two girls? Blegh."
"I mean, he's hot but he's not that hot."
Ah, for some reason they depart. Presumably they realised they could not hope to match the charms of his beloved Pigtailed Girl or Akane Tendo. The pinnacle, the very apex of femininity!
And then he was run over by some fool carrying a cart. Who parked the back wheel right on top of his head.
"Admit it, old man! You got our asses lost in our own backyard!"
"Ryuunosuke! There is no need to lie so plainly! Our asses are where they ought to be, atop our legs and beneath our spines! See?"
"Gah! Don't point that at me!"
Well then. This was rather spoiling his mood somewhat. However! Kuno was no slouch when it came to physical feats. Something like this cart didn't bother him in the slightest. He pushed against the pavement with all of his might, aiming to make the wheel roll off the back of his head so that he may stand without damaging their goods!
Only for the wheel to roll in the other direction. Back across the entire length of his body.
"Be more mindful of the road and those who walk across it!" Kuno yelled at the pair, who genuinely jumped near out of their skin at his battle aura. "And you, sir! Was that any way for a father to treat his daughter?"
"Did you say daughter?" the young woman gasped, immediately rushing over to him. She looked up at him in obvious appreciation of his manliness. Ah, it is a shame. The poor dear is forced to hide herself behind the clothes of a man. "Say that again!"
"Eh?" Kuno gasped, his anger dissipating at the sight of this cute young woman staring at him with seeming adoration. "Say what again?"
"Am I a guy or a chick?!"
"You're a guy!" her father yelled for some reason. "Come along Ryuunosuke, we cannot let you dwell in this fool's delusions!"
Now this... this could not stand! "I cannot stand by to see an innocent flower treated so cruelly by her father," Kuno said.
"Her, he called me 'her'!" Ryuunosuke swooned, but in a strangely masculine way.
Now it must be said that Kuno wasn’t the sharpest tool in any shed. In fact, he was kind of easily tricked and tended to all but be incredibly oblivious when it came to certain things. Like the curse of a certain pig-tailed boy slash girl he either wanted to kill or marry depending on which form they had at the moment.
It must also be noted that normally he would have never noticed Ryuunosuke's true gender. But since his perverted awareness of the world around him was starting to activate, something as trivial as the gender of the body he was looking at became quite trivial for him. Not that Kuno would recognise himself as a pervert in the first place, mind: That is why his powers were far weaker than others. He could not develop anything but the most instinctive and unfocused perverted abilities.
"So, good sir! I have no choice now but to stand in your way!" Kuno announced, brandishing his bokken towards the ugly looking man that he could hardly believe was the sire of that pretty girl over there. Who was starting to squirm a little and fan herself down as she was feeling things she'd never felt before. "I demand an answer to a very simple question, or my conviction will not be able to let me rest."
"Oh yeah?" Ryuunosuke's father asked, cracking his knuckles like a badass and getting ready to fight. "What might that question be?"
"... Do you know the way back to Furinkan from here? I think I got turned around."
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Normally when Akane Tendo was done with her morning jog the very next thing she'd do is dash up to her room, toss on her gi and head down to the training hall to try and push her limits. Not today. This was a new Akane, with new life goals, a new outlook, new priorities and a super cute cheerleader uniform. Oh yeah. That's the stuff. A deadlier weapon than her mighty fists. Against an enemy like Ranma, it'd have a stronger chance of hitting as well.
Akane strutted off to the training hall with the kernels of a plan forming in her mind. Priority one was seducing Ranma. Priority two was putting Shampoo in her place. With this newfound awareness she had, it felt like she could do this easily. No need to resort to violence. In that game Shampoo was the clear winner. And before this she'd have won a game of seduction as well.
Once she had Ranma wrapped around her finger, she would take the ‘fight’ to Shampoo, then move on to the other fianceés. They would all feel her wrath, and her lust.
"Hmph, is Akane acting part of ditzy cheerleader?" Shampoo huffed. "Not got legs for it. Unlike Shampoo."
Akane tilted her head and smiled at the irritant standing next to her. Look at her there. Leaning against the wall in a slinky Chinese dress, deliberately making sure her leg was exposed all the way up to her creamy, enticing thigh. Akane shook a little bit. No. Bad girl. Bad! Hate, not lust.
“What is the problem, perhaps Akane struck speechless by my superior body?” As Shampoo said that, she stepped forward, purposely pushing her chest out and walking with a swing to her hips that further underlined her rather impressive rump. “Well it cannot be helped. After all, kitchen destroyer has no experience with something like this.”
What was it she'd thought earlier? Humiliate Shampoo? Oh no. No, no. Now Akane was going to <b>break</b> this bitch, put her back together again and then <b>break her harder</b>.
"I'll have you know that I have plenty of experience in acting," Akane huffed. "If anyone's going to have a hard time putting out a good performance, it's the girl who relies only on her looks to get by."
"Big talk from flat chested violent girl."
Oh, it was on now!
"Alright then," Akane said, stepping right up to Shampoo and smooshing her breasts up against her arch-rival's. Damn. They really didn't compare, did they? Still! Here was evidence that Akane wasn't flat chested. Not even a little bit! "We'll both act out a scene with Ranma, and then with each other. After we're done, Ranma will judge which of us is the better performer."
"Hmph! Shampoo not lose round of martial arts acting yet!" Shampoo boasted. Martial arts acting? Was that a real thing...? No, wait. Of course it was. It was bizarre, outlandish sounding and impractical for all but a select few fight scenarios. Of course it was real! "Kitchen destroyer have scene in mind?"
"As a matter of fact, I do!" Akane said. "Ranma was having trouble playing the villain role, so yesterday I was showing him how it was done."
"Oh, act like usual self did you?" Shampoo asked.
"Not at all! I drew on inspiration from <i>abroad</i> one might say."
Well no not really but she was trying to rile Shampoo up more than anything else.
“Pffft.. I guess Akane have no imagination, so had to imagine herself as strong independent woman she knows?” The chinese amazon answered without a hint of hesitation.
You know, it was weird. The more and more frustrated Akane was getting with Shampoo, the clearer it became. Her weak points. The sensitive spots. It felt like Akane could reach out with her index finger and reduce this powerful warrior to a puddle on the floor. But she didn't. The thought to seriously do that didn't even cross her mind. It was too simple. Too easy. For the torment she'd put Akane through she deserved several more layers of hell first.
"The school roof. In one hour." Akane hissed, leaning in as close as she dare so she could look Shampoo right in the eye and show that she wasn't budging an inch. "Better bring your A game, 'cause you're going to need it."
"Oh! Even trash talk is weak," Shampoo smirked, and then she turned on her heel and arrogantly strutted right on out, working that magnificent body like the well oiled machine that it was. Then Akane realised that the bitch was making fun of the way that Akane herself had been walking immediately prior to their conversation. "Save self for wrecking kitchens. Is all thick thighed girl is good for."
Akane flexed her fingers and pure, undiluted frustration eked out of her in battle aura form. Oh... Oh, that frustrating miserable arrogant slutty man stealing bitch of a whore. Akane squirmed and fidgeted with the hemline of her short frilly skirt, fanning herself down in an effort to maintain some level of self control. Break her once? Break her twice? Now how would that possibly be satisfying? It was solid now in Akane's mind. She'd seduce Ranma right in front of her eyes, then turn around and turn her mind into something with the consistency of a year old rice pudding.
Not because she <i>wanted</i> to turn that girl into a hot drooling mess. Heaven forbid. Akane would <i>never</i> want something like that to befall that hot foreign booty. It was simply that this was the most fitting punishment that she could imagine, there was simply no other way. Really, it wasn’t her fault that this perverted girl made for such a perfect victim.
I mean, sure. The thought was making her suck on her index finger without even noticing that she was doing it. Sure, if you looked closely enough you might see heart shapes in her eyes. But that didn't mean a single thing and she'd - she'd clobber you one if you said any differently!
Meanwhile, in the training hall, Ranma Saotome felt a sudden chill go down his spine for reasons he couldn't even guess at. Like someone had walked over his grave, then come back to do the cha cha.
If only he knew that within the hour he'd be in the midst of a situation many would envy and few could survive. An intense seduction battle between Akane Tendo and Shampoo!
- Cut to that seduction battle.
- Ranma's friends scout out more 'actresses'.
- Kuno encounters more weird people in Tomobiki
- Meanwhile, Gosunkugi finishes breaking in Ryoko
- Something else
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