Story: HHL Film Project

All things being equal, it was the skirt that was doing it. Yeah, it had taken him a little while to figure it out, but it was definitely the skirt that was drawing his attention. Nothing else made much sense. Why else would Ranma Saotome walk behind Akane Tendo staring at her legs? There was no reason for it. Her butt had no shape to it. Her legs were far too thick. Her overall figure was really uncute and unsexy. There was no reason for him to stare at her like this. None whatsoever.

"Thank you for oiling up my legs, by the way," Akane said, her legs taking confident strides forward, hips rocking from side to side causing her skirt to billow and swish in that manner which, Ranma had decided, was the whole and entire reason that he was staring at her like that. "I want to look my best when I humiliate that Chinese tramp."

The fact that he'd spent fifteen minutes diligently oiling up every single square inch of her legs was also an obvious non-factor in him staring. Definitely the skirt. That cute frilly tiny skirt moving like that was all that was drawing his eye.

"Don't mention it," Ranma said. "Uh, this won't involve me eating your cooking or anything, will it?"

"Ugh! For the last time, no! We're just acting out a scene that I wrote! I'm gonna show Shampoo how to act. I bet she can't act her way out of a paper bag!"

No, but she could sure as hell obliterate that human sized paper bag without any trouble. They both could. Actually, that was part of the reason he was nervous. These two mixed like water and oil. Like the oil gleaming on Akane's uncute thighs. Oil that he had put there. With his fingers. Rubbing into her skin. Her absolutely <i>undesirable</i> skin.

Okay, so he'd decided that it was her skirt that was making him stare at her legs and <b>absolutely nothing else</b> so now it was time for the other thing that was really bugging Ranma.

Why was he hard as a rock ever since they'd left the Tendo compound? For that matter, why was he getting even harder when they started going up the stairs to the school roof? It couldn't have anything to do with the better look he was getting at Akane's oiled up legs. It couldn't possibly be the panty shots he was getting. No, no. That would be a ridiculous idea. Nor could it be the inexplicable impending sense that he was about ten minutes away from losing his virginity.

"Nihao!"

It probably would have more to do with Shampoo jumping on him than Akane. As much as he didn't like this girl, her body was way cuter!

"Ooh, Airen too too happy to see Shampoo," the girl cooed, grinding her ass into her erection. "Let's ditch crazy slutty cheerleader who used to be violent kitchen destroyer and have too too much fun. Yes?"

"No," Akane interrupted before Ranma could say anything. She thrust a bag into Shampoo's face. "Your costume. It's a replica of my own uniform." Then she thrust a piece of paper into her hand. "Our scene. Memorise the lines, then we'll flip a coin and see who goes first."

"... Hmph! See you soon Airen," Shampoo said, slinking off him and pushing them out. "Shampoo show Akane who have better chemistry with Airen."

"I don't like this plan," Ranma said. "Whenever you two compete, I always get gahhhh!"

It was as if someone had flipped a switch to make him shut off his brain, because in the time it took him to say that Shampoo had already finished changing. He hated to say it, but she fits the cheerleader aesthetic almost as much as Akane - No, no! Better than Akane! Way cuter, m-much more appeal!

"There, we ready now," Shampoo said. She did a slow half knee lift, making her skirt draw slightly up her leg. "Akane ready to lose?"

"No, we're not ready yet," Akane said. She produced a bottle of oil. "Ranma, why don't you memorise your lines while I finish getting Shampoo ready?"

What was it he'd thought a moment ago? That it was as if someone had switched off his brain? No. That was wrong. <i>This</I> was like someone had switched off his brain. The paper in Ranma's hand went completely unread and ignored, because the only thing he could see in front of him was Akane squirting oil into her palm and rubbing her hands up and down Shampoo's legs.

"Ah...Ah! Akane is good at rubbing down girls legs," Shampoo grunted. "Too, too good. Have lots of practise, yes?"

"How would you know when someone is good at this?" Akane said while squeezing Shampoo's thighs. "Maybe it always feels like this... Unless you've been rubbed down by lots of girls in the past."

That comeback seemed to surprise Shampoo, and she fell into stammering silence while Akane finished her work. Weird. By the time she had Shampoo was breathing heavily and sweat was matting down her bangs.

"Alright then Shampoo, you're so confident you can out act me?" Akane asked. "Why don't you run through the scene first?"

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All of a sudden Shinobu had to stop and really think about how she wound up in the situation she was in. It was like, for a moment there she had suddenly glimpsed the absurdity of what was happening but somehow every single step to that point had made complete and total sense.

It had started with Ataru saying "let's check out Furinkan's writing club," and the two of them heading into the school together. Now, she hadn't actually been here before so, of course, he had guided her through the building by the arm which resulted in them going hand in hand, which eventually wound up with her head leaning on his shoulder so they could go through the corridor without bothering anyone.

"Over there is the gym," Ataru would say, pointing off in a direction. "Also, I'm pretty sure we could shoot a few scenes in the yard out there." As they went he was pointing out at various spots of interest, while his hand slipped down her back until his hand was firmly gripping her rear. Out in public. Remembering it made Shinobu feel woozy. There was this vague impression gnawing at the back of her mind that she should be upset about that. Right?

"Here we are," Ataru had said, and the two of them had gone inside the writing club's room. Inside they found -

"A girl!"

A bunch of boys rushing directly at her with extremely obvious intentions. She should know. She'd seen the expression on their faces often enough on Ataru. Shinobu's instincts kicked in right on the spot, picking up a heavy table near the door to use as a barricade against these - these perverts!

"Hold off guys, she's with me!" Ataru said, giving her a warm and reassuring embrace. "So? How are things going with the plot?"

"Ah, well. It's going fine for the most part," one of the Furinkan writers had said. "We're just having trouble getting into the headspace of a girl."

"Th-That's why we were so excited to see her, you see..." Another mumbled. "It wasn't anything dirty, I promise. We just wanted to pick her brains a little bit, because it's been quite difficult."

The funny thing was, if their intentions had been perverted they now stood a very good chance of getting what they were after. Even if they had done the exact same things, Shinobu's reaction would have been quite different purely because of the new rules of reality. Not that anyone here knew that, of course.

"Then maybe I can help?" Shinobu said. Oh. She should really put this table down. She effortlessly spun it back to the ground, gave the table a small kick, and it flew right back to where she'd got it from. It's hard to stress how strong Shinobu could be when she was upset. "I mean, I'm just an ordinary girl, but I can at least listen to your problem."

"Well... We've written a scene where our brave heroine has almost escaped the evil overlord's secret lair," one of the writers said. "However, at the final step she'll have to go in disguise."

"That's where we're running into a problem, we're not sure where to go with it next."


Ataru held up his hand. "Say no more," he said. "I'm sure Shinobu will be able to help you out. A pretty and smart girl like her will surely help you out of your writing block! What have you come up with so far?"

“She can’t just fight her way out because that would throw off the pacing, so we’re trying to highlight everything else she can do like. . . maybe steal a sexy costume and dance to distract the guards?” 

"We were able to borrow a costume, but..."

"Don't be so dirty minded!" Shinobu scoffed. "Honestly, you boys are just trying to make this whole thing perverted!" Which was the last thing Ataru needed right now, if he was trying to take this seriously. Temptation like that would make him backtrack! She leaned back into him a little bit, hoping that he wouldn't succumb.

Luckily, Ataru didn't seem to be taken in by it as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe this will be easier if we saw what it looks like when someone is wearing it? Then we'll have a better understanding of what can be done with it."

"That makes sense," Shinobu said. And that's how she wound up wearing a harem girl outfit. It was dark blue and pretty skimpy. She had a translucent veil covering her mouth, with yellow trim that was probably meant to look like gold. The outfit had sleeves too. Sort of? The fabric only covered the back of her arms and was locked in place by the bracelet around her wrist, and even so you could mostly see through it even more than you could through the veil. Her shirt pretty much covered her breasts with opaque cloth, the rest of the fabric was made of the same stuff as the sleeves. Her tummy was completely exposed, and there were little tassels hanging from the bottom of it. At the very least she could say that she was wearing trousers, but again they were like ghosts of normal trousers. If anything the little strip of hanging cloth tucked into the front and back of them was covering her up more than anything else and - did she really have to wear the g-string underneath all of this.

"Nice!" Ataru said, pulling a camera out of nowhere. Shinobu reflexively put her hands up next to her head and rolled her tummy while he took a few shots. "Anything coming to mind?"

"Not yet," Shinobu said. "I'll... Need to wear this a little while longer."

"Sounds good to me!" Ataru gave a big thumbs up. "Alright guys, we'll be back in about an hour."

"Huh? We're going?" Shinobu asked. The question of whether she should change back did flit across her mind but was quickly ignored. Of course not. She was supposed to wear this for inspiration, right?

"Yeah, I wanted to introduce you to this restaurant Lum and I went to yesterday," Ataru said. "It's run by a babe called Ukyo. I think the two of you will get on famously."

Well, if he said so. Shinobu slipped into his arms again, this time Ataru's hand more or less immediately going down to her butt. A shiver went through her. Again, she had the feeling that this was wrong, but couldn't identify why. The feeling quickly faded.

"You know, I'm proud of you," Shinobu said while snuggling into Ataru's chest. "You could have so easily pushed for the perverted route, but you didn't go for it."

"Even a pervert cannot live off hot babes alone," Ataru sagely nodded. "I want this project to be a blazing success. I realised yesterday that if I give in to my normal impulses, then I won't get anywhere. How am I supposed to have a harem if I don't have the money to keep them happy?"

That... was sweet in its own way. She guessed. Honestly Shinobu wasn't sure anymore. She felt so weird today.Every time she tried to focus on something it felt like her mind was being made to divert onto a different track, and that track tended to be something related to the cute boy she was clinging onto her. Her ex-boyfriend. Her childhood friend. Why had they broken up again?

"Darling! Found you!" Lum called out. Oh. Right. Her. Shinobu pulled away from Ataru's grip before the lightning started getting chucked around. To her great surprise the alien (who, for once, was wearing more covering clothing than Shinobu while in her tiger print bikini) flew right into Ataru's arms and gave him a searing kiss, where you could quite literally see the sparks flying around them. To her greater surprise, Ataru didn't struggle out of it. If anything he whirled Lum around and seemed to be pulling her closer. Had their relationship advanced without Shinobu noticing? "Mmm... Oh, hi Shinobu. Love the outfit. It really suits you."

"Thanks," Shinobu said. Oh yeah, she was in this harem girl outfit. Weird. She'd kind of almost forgotten she was wearing it. How strange, at first it had been sort of uncomfortable, made her really self conscious. After a few minutes of wearing it, she'd gone out the other side - It was extremely, super comfortable. It felt almost liberating in a weird way. "Anyway, no dragging him off for a date. We still have preparation to do for the movie."

"Sounds fun," Lum said, eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'll help out too then. What's the plan now?"

"We're heading to Uchan's," Ataru said. Weird how excited he sounded by that. "I figure if she sees the location, Shinobu might come up with a few ideas for writing."

"Oh, wonderful idea," Lum said. "I'm sure Shinobu and Ukyo will get along <i>really</i> well. Teehee!"

1. The three way ‘Acting Practice”/seduction duel with Akane Shampoo and Ranma kicks off.
2. Cut to Uc-Chan’s with its newly more hentai owner greeting Ataru and Shinobu.
3. Meanwhile let’s take another look in on Ryoko, Gosunkugi and girls.
4. Let’s see how Kuno interacts with a few other Tomobiki residents.
5. Something else