You'd be hard pressed to find a pair quite so dissimilar, yet eerily similar, as Shampoo and Yami. One an orphan who had become an assassin for lack of any other option she could find. A quiet girl who rarely spoke more than necessary and firmly stuck to her personal sense of honour and professionalism. Also, until today, absolutely hated perverted things. <i>Really, totally honest, not just being tsundere!</i>
The second girl was a young woman who was extremely honest in her desires. Raised as the daughter of the village elder in a clan of warrior women, showered in praise and expected to become quite the powerful person. Someone who was ruthless and perfectly willing to kill or otherwise remove her rivals in love at the slightest chance presenting itself. And of course, rather happy to indulge in perversion, at least least with her target of affection.
Pretty wildly different, right? On the other hand, if something happened to wrong either of these two there was a decent chance that thing was getting its head caved in.
Right about now, Yami had her ear to the ground and her rear in the air, which was something Shampoo was finding very, very interesting. Her rounder hips, her plumper ass was unconsciously and invitingly swaying in the air. But no. She was not going to indulge herself.
"You hear anything?" Shampoo asked Yami's butt.
"I hear plenty," Yami said. "Stop staring. Pervert. That is your only warning."
“Pfftt.. Like last three threats?” The chinese amazon asked, clearly not afraid. It probably had something to do with the fact that the last ‘punishment’ Yami had attempted had gotten derailed into a heavy groping session. "Yami talk big game, but if scariest assassin in galaxy then galaxy must not be scary place."
All of a sudden Shampoo found her hands and feet restrained by slimy phallic tentacles. Yami herself stood up, a very dangerous glare on her face. “I would recommend not angering me. While my current state may make using serious force difficult..” The tentacles grew more and more numerous until it looked almost like they would devour Shampoo whole cloth within a heartbeat.
“There are other ways to <i>punish</i> misbehaviour.”
"Don't threaten Shampoo with good time," Shampoo said, making ready to break free from these tentacles...
Only to get hit with water from out of nowhere, as a boy Shampoo didn't recognise landed right next to them. Face first.
"Guh..." the boy grunted. "What misfortune!"
Shampoo, for her part, was now transformed into an adorable kitty. Checking herself over, it seemed that this spell hadn't affected her in the least. Which was fortunate actually, she didn’t want every cat within a mile to be after her after all.
As for the boy, he pulled himself up to his feet, and... something about him was definitely ringing Shampoo's bell. He was good looking enough and she could see defined muscles under his shirt even if they couldn’t compare to a proper martial artist. More of a street fighter she would say.
Meanwhile Yami had turned towards this newcomer and transformed her tentacle hair back to normal. That would make for a bad first impression. She gave the boy a once over.. And immediately felt a sense of deja vu with the way he got up and looked around before noticing her.
“Sorry for that, I was looking for someone and got tripped up.” He said, rubbing his head sheepishly, looking for all the world like an innocent bystander. But Yami had seen this before, seen this very event happen to others and herself and what would follow afterwards.
"Are you planning to trip into my breasts?" Yami asked, warningly. For some reason the boy took one look at her and thrust out his right hand in a clearly groping motion at the air in between them. Yami blushed a little at the implication, and whipped the ground with her quickly reforming tentacles.
"Hey, hold on a second..." the boy said, giving Yami the once over. Ooh! That riled Shampoo up for some reason. If only she had some hot water. Bah! She jumped up into the boy's arms
“Ah! I am sorry, argh, this is not a good time kitty.” The boy struggled to adjust to the sudden addition of a live cat to his chest. “Sorry, I have some friends who got hit with this weird...” He made a waving motion with one hand vaguely at Yami.
“So what has that to do with you groping me?” The greatest assassin of the galaxy asked, a dangerous glint in her eyes.
“Ah! M-my right hand destroys all sorts of supernatural effects. I thought it could help. A friend of mine is under a similar curse to yours, so...”
On hearing this, Shampoo immediately went right for that right hand. As soon as she got in contact with it, she became herself again. A naked Chinese girl, right in his arms. Naturally, this got the handsome boy to fall over.
"Oh dear Shampoo too too clumsy," Shampoo said. Then felt a touch of annoyance that the boy wasn't even looking at her. Hmph!
Kamijou Touma was used to the presence of attractive girls (though they generally did not pop out of thin air naked in his arms) and had gained something of a resistance to their advances. Perhaps if this had been a relaxed situation, he would have indulged a little bit. But since his friends were missing and a golden haired girl was glaring at him like death incarnate he was very much trying to ignore the busty naked foreigner.
“Hey! No ignoring Shampoo!” That said, he wasn’t used to them being quite so aggressive and clingy. Even Lessar wasn’t generally this bad.
"I'm not ignoring, I'm trying to give you some modesty!" Touma yelled, trying to push her away, but finding out that she was a strong one. "Put some clothes on!"
"Hmph! Silly boy is made of stone," Shampoo huffed. "Hold on, what you say about friend being cursed too?"
Ah, but suddenly a dark aura fell over the sky. Before Touma and Shampoo could properly exchange notes, it seemed as though a certain infamous assassin's pervert switch had finally had enough and decided to be tripped.
"I... Hate... Perverts..." Yami ominously intoned, eyes shining a bright and furious crimson. Her hair morphed and twisted, becoming all manner of twisted devices of a clearly sexual nature. The first of which crashed down, forcing Shampoo and Touma to jump away from each other.
"Oooh, silly Y-Yami, control self b-better!" Shampoo half said, half moaned as some of the tentacles actually did manage to hit their mark and on her overly sensitive body, you had better believe it felt <i>good</i>.
“Resistance is futile, you will be punished.” Yami said, voice strangely robotic before a very dangerous smile appeared on her face. Something very odd was going on with her, not least of which because her outfit was transforming, changing into something far more lewd.
Oh, hang it all! What was she meant to do against a shapeshifter on a rampage? Pressure points wouldn't work, alien physiology was too, too different. Maybe go for breasts? No, that would make her even angrier. Nothing else for it but a knockout blow -
Or that Touma boy could walk right up to her and grab the back of her head, changing her back into her rather less busty and curvaceous self as well as making all the tentacles turn back into hair.
"Mind if we exchange notes?" Touma asked.
But the funny thing was, Darkness' whole demeanour seemed quite a bit different all of a sudden. This was because, unknown to them, the sheer lust and perversion of the curse had activated her darkness mode. Darkness was a trap installed by her creators in case Yami ever found herself in a situation where she was genuinely at peace. A kind of virus which would turn her into a killing machine of destruction capable of cracking a planet apart.
Yeah, interplanetary terrorists bent on ruining the current leading force in the galaxy were kind of assholes like that.
"Mind if we swap body fluids?" Darkness asked, leaning back into Touma and rubbing her head into his chest.
- Touma lets go and Darkness goes back to normal.
- Suddenly the incarnation of Darkness' inner suppressed desires is another issue they have to deal with.
- Back with Nabiki and her efforts to spread the corruption further...
- Back with Ranma and company...
- Something else
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