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Fantasy Seduction Club

This was a dream. Lelouch could always tell when he was having a dream. There were too many incongruities. Too many inconsistencies. Too few things followed anything like real world logic for it to be anything but a dream.

"Oh Master Zero!" Kallen called, stretching out and posing seductively while sitting on top of the Guren. She was wearing her usual battle attire, skin tight red latex that hugged her body like a second skin. This outfit had a deeper cleavage than normal, and for some reason there was water cascading down her body. Her curvaceous, appealing body. "We could use this shot as a recruitment poster, huh? Don't I look hot? Don't I look <i>sexy</i>?"

Yes, of course she did. Kallen was an extremely alluring woman, with a soul made of fire and a body as hot to match. The skintight latex was dazzling red, crimson like her hair. The colour of passion, it suited her well and accentuated her curves, her healthy hips, her lovely thighs, it made her seem like a tempting devil. All she was missing was the horns and the tail.

"Lelou! What do you think of the new uniforms?"

That was Shirley's voice. This confirmed it was a dream, for when he turned around to face her, he was back in his school uniform. And so was she. In a manner of speaking. While the colour scheme was congruent, the rest of the design... much less so.

The school uniform looked like someone had decided to cut the budget down to the point where they had to save as much cloth as possible. The shirt was too short, only reaching to her chest and parting in the middle to reveal a large amount of cleavage and underboob. The only thing keeping her top from just snapping open and revealing the rest of her breasts was a simple bow tie at the top that valiantly tried to protect Shirley’s modesty.

On the lower end.. She was almost naked except for a simple pair of lowleg panties that only just barely covered her privates, but looked so flimsy they may slip off with any careless movement. Covering her legs were a pair of fishnet stockings that only further increased the perverted appeal that she was giving off.

"So?" Shirley innocently asked, smiling brightly, clasping her hands behind her back and leaning forward. "What do you think? Does it suit me?"

Before he could answer, Kallen called out: "Zero, look at me. I want you to look at me."

"Lelou, we're more than friends aren't we?"

"Zero, you work so hard for us, let me comfort you the way a woman can comfort a man."


"So, I was wondering if you would like to spend some time hanging out after school?"

It was like being caught between an Angel and a Devil. One luring him into temptation. The other trying to guide him to the light. Both had their own appeal. Comfort for one. Passion for the other. A tug of war on his soul, with both girls suddenly on either side of his body, with Shirley's side in his Ashford uniform, while Kallen's side had him as Zero.
"Come along Zero," Kallen said, beckoning him with her finger. The room they were in looked like the Guren turned inside out. Kallen was reclined seductively upon a bed shaped like his mask. "Don't you agree? Don't you think that my sex appeal is a worthwhile weapon? It might even be more potent than my piloting skills."

She smoothed her hands down her curves, then smacked her firm ass. "It'll reduce even the most hard headed genius to a silly boy in no time at all," she said, licking her lips. "Knowing they can look but can't touch. But you can touch all you want. My body won't reduce you to a silly, silly boy the instant you give in. Go ahead. Give it a try."

His hand reached out to grab on, to feel Kallen's curves. What would be the harm? It was just a dream. It wasn't as if it would have any consequences to speak of. His palm touched the curve of her hip, and it was only his imagination telling him what it would likely feel like. Her leaning forward like this, tugging at her collar, her breasts swelling up like that were all just a figment of his imagination -

"There!" Shirley said triumphantly. "Now you're wearing the uniform too!"

Suddenly he was back at Ashford, standing by Shirley, who was smiling innocently yet triumphant. Huh? What was this now? Looking down he could see that he was wearing the same sort of uniform as Shirley but - since when did he have these oversized breasts? And why was his penis sticking out like this?

"Why am I wearing this?!" Lelouch yelped, but in response Shirley merely gently grabbed his penis and started to stroke, stroke, stroke it methodically, calmly, soothingly, like it was the most normal thing to do in the world. Which, in a dream, it might very well be.

"Don't be a silly girl, Lelou!" Shirley said. "This is the uniform for girls. Especially silly girls." She used her hands to move his to his chest, his extremely girlish and feminine chest, Breasts so large he couldn’t see his feet,  and somehow did so without letting go of his penis. Dream logic, what can you do? "Feel these breasts? They're nice breasts, right? Very nice breasts, the sort that a silly girl should have."

Lelouch felt Shirley’s lips on his nipples. Her nipples? For some reason he... she? Felt really confused about that point and -

"Zero, what do you think are deadlier weapons," Kallen asked, suddenly sitting in his lap. Her hands forced him to grab her butt, while she pushed her breasts up towards his face. "My big round ass, or my soft squishy tits?

Kallen’s breasts were indeed deadly weapons, so large they could suffocate anybody, but Lelouch enjoyed the moment, he took the opportunity to squeeze Kallens titties on the sides of his head, they were so soft, Lelouch wouldn’t be blamed if he licked the inside off her cleavage which he did, any silly boy would, but all good things had to end for better pastures. So with reluctance, he pulled away from her cleavage, so he could suckle her tits, those thick turgid nipples, he wondered how they would taste, how his Q1 tasted. Lelouch took a nipple in his mouth and gave some hard sucks, Kallen moaned in pleasure, like the wanton boobslut she is.

"They're big, soft and squishy," Kallen said. "Like a silly boy's brain. So easily malleable, like this, watch” Lelouch pulled away to watch Kallen take the breast that he wasn’t sucking on, and licked and lapped at her nipple and took a heavy suck at her teat, Lelouch looked on in wonderment, to have thicc, wet, heavy breasts large enough to suck your own nipple, he thought that was so hot of her.

"Lelou, stop zoning out like a silly girl and tell me how much you like breasts!" Shirley said, and suddenly Lelouch was back at Ashford with his/her hands at his/her breasts, while Shirley was standing so close that her boobs were trapping Lelouch's hands. "At this rate, there'll be no hope for you at all. You'll be so silly and horny that you'll never ever get rid of this big hard erect penis. You'll be a silly, silly girl for life."

Lelouch didn’t think that as a bad thing at all, truly, life was so great being a silly, horny, girl. Where he wouldn’t need to think, or question anything. Not when life’s greatest pleasures hung off her chest, her thicc, wet, heaving chest. She pulled away from Shirley to suckle on her own breasts, with a delirious smile, Lelouch licked around the nub and moaned as she suckled like the wanton boobslut she was.

"Zero!"

Then again, being a silly boy for Kallen wouldn't be so bad either.

"Lelou!"

Both girls were moaning, writhing, pressed up against him. His arms wrapped around them. Embracing them closer. Feeling their curves. Feeling the warmth of their bodies up against his. Their lips found his neck, their hands found his penis. Kallen played with his shaft, while Shirley fondled his balls. Lelouch’s breasts were sucked on by both women, It was too much. Far too much stimulation. No Silly boy or Silly girl could take it for long.

As he came, he found himself sitting up awake in the corner of his room, panting, sweating and very, very sticky. A wet dream. How embarrassing.

"Did you get that out of your system?" C.C. asked from the bed. Ah, so it could get worse. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. A young man your age has certain needs that are obviously not being met."

That teasing immortal witch. Never one to pass up an opportunity to make a fool out of him. Though, thankfully, more often than not she tended to do so in a way that saved his hide. Or offered him advice of some kind.

"Although, a favour?" C.C. asked, turning her body into a more seductive posture. "A gentleman would not take advantage of a lady sleeping in his room. So ask permission before trying anything. Got it?"

"What kind of man do you take me for?" Lelouch grunted. "If you'll excuse me."

He left to wash his clothes, before he left he grabbed Kallen’s panties and wore them again, freshly washed of course, nothing wrong with that he thought, and to his annoyance found himself erect once again by the time he was done. However, he did find something interesting. Lying on a table in the dining room. It was a laptop. Shirley's laptop. Over the last few days she had been showing him recruitment videos for her club in the morning, first thing, and... and for some reason he wanted to watch them again just now.

Which is how he found himself. Seated at the dining room table. Jerking his penis gradually yet furiously, while watching a looping video of Shirley strutting around a swimming pool in a slingshot bikini. Little realising that he was settling certain thoughts into the depths of his mind.

"Silly boy," Lelouch grunted. "I'm a silly boy... Such a silly boy."

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As a high class Academy in Britannia, Ashford was a fairly well stocked and equipped school. Including their laboratories. Don't believe me? Consider that Nina Einstein was able to figure out the fundamental basics for creating a Nuclear Bomb right here, before getting the interest of anyone with money, or the military for that matter.

That's pretty crazy, you know? I mean, the actual hard part of building and testing it was something that only came later on - but consider that during the Black Rebellion Lloyd recognised that she had something like the working equivalent of a nuke, and called a temporary ceasefire with the Black Knights so they could deal with the weapon of mass destruction that was on neither side's control.

And now that girl was on a mission. A horny mission. Motivated by her <s>fascination, crush, love</s> unbridled lust for Princess Euphemia li Britannia, who was in turn a member of the Fantasy Seduction Club. That genius was motivated towards terrible ends. The ends of a mad scientist.

Instead of thinking big, Nina was thinking small. Nanotech. She'd already had a few ideas in that area, but hadn't seen the point. But now? Now she could see it. There was definitely a point in developing nanotechnology. Properly programmed and designed, it could improve a person's body in any way you wanted. No need for plastic surgery. They could tweak hormone production, reassign fat or even break it down to help improve a girls' curves or a boys'... whatever girls normally find sexually appealing about boys, because Nina had no idea at all.

Joining the Fantasy Seduction Club had done wonders for Nina's confidence. Even Milly had commented on it earlier in the day. A marked improvement, she'd said. More cheerful, more happy, something really good must have happened.

Oh, not really. Nothing much. She'd just been fucked stupid by freaking Royalty. Euphemia li Britannia was an innocent angel who could probably use her hips to grind a diamond into the perfect shape. If Nina wasn't already smitten, that would have done the job. She'd been fucked like a sex toy, and frankly if that was her role in Euphemia's life then she'd be all for that.

This was why she was actually naked underneath her lab coat while working. A little open, to let her breasts - as unimpressive as they were compared to any other girl she knew - as a sign of her newfound sexual awakening. Euphemia had attempted to instill a 'cheerleader fetish' in her - but Nina had requested that she merely have a fetish for the Princess instead.

Now, instead of working on a way to produce more efficient energy (which is what leads to the dreaded FLEIJA warhead development) Nina was working on something else. Nanotechnology. A form of technology that, little did she realise, would provide tremendous health benefits to the entire human race.

So, whatever else you could say about the Fantasy Seduction Club and their current activities, they were at least making the world a better place in the long run. By removing a WMD for a generation and giving global healthcare a brand new form of technology.

Isn't horniness grand?

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You wouldn't normally ask a lady her age. It's a matter of being polite. In the case of C.C. she honestly wouldn't mind - because she couldn't remember anymore. Centuries rather than years. Probably about two hundred years? Maybe three? Beyond that she couldn't guess.

The point is that she'd been around the block a few times and seen a few things in her considerable time. Nothing surprised her anymore, and... Lelouch had been behaving unusually in the last few days. There was lust in his eyes. They lingered on her thighs and butt a bit more readily. He hid it well by the standards of most, but she'd been drooled over by better men than him at hiding it.

But it wasn't just Lelouch. Kallen as well. Her body language was also quite... thirsty. Yes, that was the word they were using these days, though she prefered horny. Slutty, even. There were rumours going around the Black Knights that Kallen and Zero were having sex.

At first she put no stock in it- when would Lelouch have the chance? However, it struck her as possible that it could be true in a roundabout way. What if Kallen was getting some from Lelouch, not knowing he was Zero? It was hard to believe Lelouch would tap that while keeping it secret from her- but honestly it wouldn't be remotely surprising if he was tapping that.

Given half a chance C.C. would have tapped that for a month straight. Kallen was stupid hot. Almost as hot as C.C. and that wasn't something she'd admit to lightly.

So she'd put on her borrowed Ashford uniform, and started strolling around the school. She knew that Lelouch didn't like it when she did this, but hanging around with Nunnally and Sayoko all day was - far from the most boring thing she'd ever done, as Marianne's daughter was extremely charming and pleasant company. Still, one must interact with others on occasion. Stimulation helps even an immortal's mind from time to time, one doesn't want to go completely insane.

It did not take long for her to find her quarry - Kallen played the part of the sickly girl well. Most of the time. When she was pretty sure nobody was looking, she'd have a lapse and let her true personality shine through. Still, she was up against C.C. who was quite experienced in such matters. It takes a thousand hours to master a skill, and she'd had thousands of thousands of hours to get really good at such mundane, universally useful skills like 'stealth' and 'self defense'.

"Hrm? Isn't that the Fenette girl?" C.C. pondered aloud. Yes, indeed it was. The troublesome girl with a crush on Lelouch, who Mao had tried to use as a weapon against him. Well, it wasn't strange for them to meet up like this at the back of the school. The two of them were in the student council together.

Now, the other two girls were new. One with pink hair and the largest natural breasts C.C. had ever seen in her lifetime, and the other... carried a more cunning and deviant air about her. Reminded C.C. of Lelouch. A little cocky, very smart, very charming, but based on her body language and where her eyes were wandering every bit as much a pervert as Milly Ashford. No, maybe worse than that - as big a pervert as Marianne!

The four girls went into a storage shed, checking around for anyone watching. They had little chance of seeing C.C. from this angle - most people don't think to look up, and the reflection in the window was how she was able to keep track of them at all.

Something was wrong here. She threw open the window, jumped out and rushed to the door. Given the size of the storage shed, there was no way to open it without being seen. Deep breath then. Kallen would recognise her, but she could pretend to be undercover, come to deliver a message from Zero. She'd play along, C.C. could probe her for information, all would be well.

Except... what she didn't expect to find inside was the four girls absolutely naked, with Kallen motorboating the big breasted girl and Shirley sitting on the face of the last girl while sticking her tongue in Kallen's butt. In point of fact, if you'd asked her to make a list of things she was expecting to see in here, that would likely have been dead last.

This is the point where most people would thank their lucky stars they weren't noticed, back away slowly and pretend this did not happen. C.C. is not most people.

"Ahem!" C.C. coughed, feeling absolutey no shame in drawing attention to herself. "You call this a yuri orgy? Let me teach you a thing or two."

1. It turns out this was a trap to lure C.C. into the club!
2. Or C.C. proceeds to fuck Stella, Miya, Kallen and Shirley to exhaustion. Stupid immortal level stamina and centuries of sexual experience gives too much of an advantage.
3. Euphemia proceeds to brainwash Cornelia into becoming a cheerleader slut like her.
4. Lelouch continues struggling to not jerk off all the time, while imagining life if he had very large breasts.
5. Something else

 

 Ataru's Goddess

There are certain benefits to having a Goddess in your harem. Not only is she going to be divinely beautiful, cater to all of your needs patiently and politely and offer a form of divine intervention against anyone trying to split you apart, she also comes with free healing.

At least, he was assuming it was free. She hadn't mentioned anything like a charge or a cost of any sort. Still, this was a pretty embarrassing situation to be in. Getting a lapdance from your girlfriend/harem member, and she does unspeakable things to your pelvis because she's so strong. Shinobu had the decency to be thoroughly humiliated by the whole thing, and was standing by a tree pressing her index fingers together while looking absolutely adorable.

He would have been cooing over how cute she was if he hadn’t been suffering mind shattering agony.

"There, that should be all better now," Belldandy eventually said, after what felt like an eternity of ultimate suffering - though it had only been a few minutes. She stepped away and rose to her feet, elegant and serene. "Now, please be more careful in future. I might not be in the immediate area to take care of that kind of injury."

"Could you kiss it better?" Ataru asked. Always the chancer. Always. She, in turn, leaned down and kissed his cheek. It was innocent, perfectly innocent in every way, it still made his heart skip a beat. Oh, and his penis was functioning again from the way it was reacting. Hooray!

Ah, seeing her turn and walk away was certainly helping him feel better as well. The Goddess was approaching Shinobu by that tree. She put her hands on the younger girl's shoulder and patted her reassuringly.

"Your enthusiasm is admirable," Belldandy said. "However, with that level of strength, you simply must learn a little more self control."

It was so nice seeing this. Obviously someone like Belldandy can't let someone sit around moping. It wasn't in her nature. Supernature? Whatever Goddesses have. She gives off such a calm and reassuring aura as well, so calming and relaxing, that Shinobu couldn't help but explain herself.

"I... I just wanted to fool around a little..." Shinobu cried. Aw! Such words, accompanied by those tears. It made Ataru want to cry as well. "I'd been waiting for marriage, and since we're technically married now... It seemed like a good opportunity to -"

"Hey babe, wanna find someplace more private and try again?" Ataru asked, because of course he wouldn't pass up this opportunity to get laid. Of course not. Now, what happened next was actually pretty interesting. Shinobu judo tossed him, while Belldandy placed a pillow right where his head was going to land. Where she got the pillow from, he'd never know, but he was quite grateful for its presence. Otherwise he could have been really hurt there!

"I understand," Belldandy said, dropping to her knees and pulling Ataru's head onto her lap. An amazing strategic move, completely paralysed him without hurting him at all. "Young love is such a beautiful thing. To express it genuinely and sincerely is an everyday miracle. However, I must insist again that you learn some self control."

"Self control..." Shinobu said and tapped her foot impatiently. "Um... I don't think I even know what that looks like to be honest, I've been around this idiot for too long."

"It's true, I'm a walking anti-self control field," Ataru said, thoroughly enjoying his new position. To think that he'd been in the worst pain of his life not a minute and a half ago! "How would you even teach her self control?"

"By her, you mean 'us'!"

Uh oh. That was Sakura talking. Crap, she must have another of her wacky exercises set up for him! What would it be today? Praying under the waterfall again? Lugging around big boulders on his back? Chores? Sweeping? What misery awaited him today, under the guise of her smoking hot bod?!

Alas, he made the mistake of sitting up to look at her - and when he did, all hope was lost. No self control because... see above.

"We're going to have a yoga session!" Sakura said with great enthusiasm, and you know what, seeing her in a snug fitting leotard and yoga pants would be enough to outright murder the self control of many straight men. Even Shinobu was drooling ever so slightly. "That'll help put you on the path to self control!"

Until this moment Ataru had genuinely believed that nothing on heaven or earth could move his head from Belldandy's lap, but this was certainly doing it. "Miss Sakura! That's a wonderful ide-"

Suddenly, from out of nowhere, something struck his neck and knocked him to the ground. Huh? Some kind of rosary bead? He tugged at it and - zap! Oof! Not getting this off in a hurry. Never mind that for now though. He had to hit on Miss Sakura! He got onto his feet and leaped for her again, while she stood there all smouldering and sexy - but he got exactly nowhere before another zap hit him.

"This should keep you behaving for the duration of the lesson," Sakura said. "I wouldn't normally use something as expensive a this to keep you in line, but with the reputation of a Goddess at stake I can't afford to hold back. No matter what my purse says... No matter what my purse whispers to me in the night!"

"Guuuuhhhh..." Ataru grumbled. "Still not as bad as the pelvis thing! Ah, sorry Shinobu I didn't mean to - Shinobuuuuu!"

While he'd been paying attention to Sakura, it seemed as though Shinobu had also changed clothes into something standard gym gear. Bloomers! How could he not help hims- Zap! Oh. That's why.

"Huh, I've not seen electricity like that before..." Lum said, floating a little over him in the air. And... And, dammit she was so cute in her workout gear too! A tiger print all body suit replete with a headband to hold her hair out of her eyes. So cute! (And to our modern perspective, extremely 1980s)

Which meant... Surely... could it be? What manner of workout clothes was Belldandy wearing? His heart raced. That innocent Goddess, working up a sweat? What would it be? An all body suit? A leotard? Something snug fitting, it had to be.

"Ah, yoga. That would be perfect," said the Goddess standing in front of him wearing a blue leotard, stockings with slippers and a headband to match. Huh. huh! How strange, how strange. Ataru was definitely aroused by this sight, and yet he also felt this keen sense of reverence. Like, he was looking at something he wasn't allowed to touch, and not just because of these stupid rosary beads.

It felt like if he reached out, like his hand was doing right now, he'd be trying to touch something... forbidden. Like the Holy Grail, except he could have sex with -

<b><i>ZAP</i></b>

"It seems as though Ataru will delay in joining us," Sakura sighed. "Very well, then we should begin without him. Yes Lum?"

"Is this actually an attempt to have a yoga session?" the pretty alien asked. "Or is it an attempt to get us to flaunt our bodies to Ataru while he's being punished for behaving lewdly, as an attempt to condition him into not being lewd?"

"Don't be ridiculous, I would never - "Sakura began, but then looked down at Ataru. "I mean, yes. That is exactly what we are doing. Precisely that. Now, yoga is all about finding your centre, and - Yes Belldandy?"

"That is just the modern interpretation of it, which derives explicitly from hatha yoga. The broader goal was Moksha, meaning liberation. The exact meaning of which depends on the context and system within which it is referenced."

Nobody likes a pedant. Yet it is also impossible to dislike Belldandy. In this case, the latter won out because she was probably trying to be helpful, and merely obliviously missing the point. It was really cute when you put it like that, actually.

But for Ataru... Since he was out of commission and could only watch for the time being, he was lying there with bated breath. They'd start Stretching soon. And the Stretches in those Tight Outfits would be very... very appealing. The beads could hardly blame him for looking. What else was he going to do? He wouldn't reach out. Wouldn't touch. Just... look.

"To start with, stand still and control your breathing. Time it with me. In... and out. In... and out."

Huh? Just... breathing ?That wasn't hot? Come on, get with the stretching already! Show him the goods! Ah, this was torture worse than what Shinobu did to his - no, no, actually that was worse, that was much worse. This wasn't great, but it wasn't <i>that</i> bad.

"Alright, now let's start with a lunge," Sakura said, taking a deep step forward that the other three soon copied and - hello! Nothing like a big step forward to draw tight fitting clothes even tighter around the legs, hips and butt! Kekeke, this was the perfect chance for Ataru to compare -

Zap!

"Damn yoooooou!" Ataru yelled, beating his head against the ground. "Even that pleasure is taken from me?!"

Ugh, it seemed as though he could look at the girls, but he wasn't allowed to 'look' at the girls. Let's see. Lum was practically cheating. Her ability to defy gravity was letting her get away with stuff you couldn't normally. Besides, being able to fly for all her life probably gave her a bit more flexibility than a normal human anyhow, even before you get into her alien physiology.

Belldandy was sublime, of course. In fact she was doing the poses even better than Sakura was. At least, that's how he felt. She was more stable, had better balance and poise. Ugh, was he really so bored that he was comparing their yoga ability? Stupid rosary, robbing him of his fun!

Anyway, Shinobu was really struggling with it. Made sense. She's ridiculously strong, but her body's pretty inflexible. She's the sort that is used to stuff like running or playing baseball, not doing something more intricate like gymnastics or -

"Ooops!"

Shinobu tipped over, and without realising it Ataru was already moving. It was hard to explain, like time itself slowed down. He was zipping across the ground faster than he knew he could move (for reasons other than flirting), and before his girlfriend, his first choice for his harem could land - he was under her, taking the full brunt of her body weight on his back.

"Uwah!" Lum gasped. "That was adorable! He saved you!"

"From maybe a bruise and a cut..." Sakura grumbled.

Belldandy clapped her hands and made a prayer like motion. As if giving her approval towards Ataru's behaviour. As for Shinobu? She got off him, helped him to his feet... Then kissed him on the mouth and returned to her yoga.

DxD Cocknosis

Is there anything quite so fun as seeing a wicked scheme come together? Kukuku, Raynare could only cackle to herself, overlooking everything playing out perfectly the way that it absolutely should. Now, it is important to note that Raynare is a rather cocky Fallen Angel who doesn't understand how low on the totem pole she really is. In another universe she sincerely believed that Twilight Healing would make her strong enough to take on and kill the little sister of someone who could destroy Japan with little effort and get away with it which - Seriously? It would be like asking an ant to dismantle the moon, and then giving it a tiny jetpack and shovel. It isn't managing that. It seriously isn't pulling that off. Rias was strong enough to annihilate her on her own, never mind what would happen when her brother found out.

With the power of titnosis, matters would be a bit different. Now the ant had a human piloted rocket, a tiny spacesuit, and the ability to exponentially create similarly equipped reinforcements. If Devils and Fallen Angels had no immunity to titnosis, then it was certain that regular Angels didn't either.

"T-Tiiiiits!" a random human student moaned, mauling her own chest. "Ohhhh, they're soooo good!"

"A... A-chan! What's happened to you!" another student, whose chest was <i>frustratingly</i> flat asked, rushing up to her self groping friend. "Your tits, they've grown so big! St-stop acting weird, stop!"

All the while they were jiggling and bouncing right in front of her eyes. She couldn't look elsewhere, couldn't step away, couldn't stop herself from reaching out to touch them, couldn't stop herself from repeating the magic words at her friend's prompting, and all of a sudden there were two horny girls with big hypnotits wandering around to spread it even further afield.

It was like a recursive algorithm. Or to go back to that exponential growth idea. At this point Raynare herself didn't need to do anything but oversee the campus to make sure everything went off without a hitch. Soon, every single girl would be reduced to this state. Compliant, obedient, letting their tits think for them - which to Raynare's twisted mind meant letting her and Mistress Asia think for them.

"Why did you restrain them to the school?" asked Aika, an especially slutty human girl who was, at this moment, embracing Raynare and squishing their tits together. Their big, squishy, sensitive hypnotits. Raynare was not a virgin. She was quite experienced with all manner of sexual acts, in fact, with men and women alike. So she found it a bit oddly amusing that this simple gesture, with no penetration on either end, was somehow better than every other roll in the hay that she could think of. "In a day, the entire town could be thinking with tits."

Raynare patted the girl on the head. "No, no," she said. "First, we secure the school. Then, when Issei comes tomorrow morning, he'll be overwhelmed by all the tits. By keeping it here, we ensure that he'll be caught off guard."

Letting Asia slip was a bit of a mistake, really. But hey, they were horny and she might have got in the way of her grand scheme.

"Dunno about that," Aika replied. She shuddered, sending interesting vibrations through their tits. "Issei's cock is supreme. Oh! I can't wait to feel it between my tits!"

"In due time," Raynare smirked. Amazing. That dumb pervert must have an amazing cock if it can still make Aika horny for it while under the influence of titnosis. Once they'd melted his brain and remoulded it the way they wanted, then they could see about making full use of it.

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Asia entered the school grounds and looked around for any sign of Raynare. There was none. Nor the student council members from before. Biting her lip, she went further inside with great haste, her mind still awhirl after the experience she'd had tonight. Encountering Issei Hyoudou, of all people. He'd been nice, he'd been friendly, he'd been an amazing gentle lay that filled her in a way that she never could have imagined possible, and she dearly wanted to do it again.

On the one hand she was torn. Was Raynare wrong about him? Or was she right, and she was being hopelessly naive? Either way she had to find her. Had to ask her. Had to find out the truth!

With that in mind she made a beeline right for the student council's room - according to the signage. There were weird sounds coming from the dormitory, but she had no time for that right now.

Asia pushed her way in through the door, and stared mouth agape at what she found within. Mittelt and Kallawarner were both inside, tits bared, rubbing them into the side of that Sona girl's head. She, in turn also had her tits out, every bit as big as the blessing that had been given to Asia, though Sona was on her hands and knees while a handsome (though not as handsome as Issei) young man was railing her from behind with a big, goofy grin on his face.

Dotted around the room were various other girls who were, presumably, also student council members. They were naked. Uniforms abandoned. Engaged in all manner of debauchery, with about 99% of them involving tits in some way. Rubbing them up against each other's bodies, groping someone else's, kissing or licking them, squeezing them between thighs, playfully striking them, or striking overs playfully with them. It was lewd, it was nasty.

It was making Asia really, really want to go back to Issei for another round of absolute fullness and contentment. Her own tits were trembling at the memory, especially when contrasted with the sight in front of her. She could... surely, she could help him overcome it, right? His sin. His abuse of this power to turn girls into his own personal cock hungry army?

"Now, Sona, you're goiing to use these nasty dumb tits to mindwipe your sister, right?" Mittelt asked, snickering slightly, but very nastily.

"Yes, mindwipe big sis with slutty tits!" Sona grunted. "Give her big tits! Let tits think for her! Need tits! Love tits! Tits are supreme!"

Huh that was kind of weird, but she hadn't actually said anything too wrong. Tits were clearly a divine tool that should be used to reward the blessed, and help purify the wicked. Without hurting them. Which had always been something Asia had been in search of, for she didn't have it in her heart to hurt even the most wicked Devil.

"Hah, to think it would be this easy," Kallawarner chuckled. "First, all of Devil society will be under our control, and then... Mmmm..."

She was interrupted by Mittelt leaning over Sona's moaning head to kiss her right on the lips. After a moment, it sort of felt like they had forgotten outright what they were doing in the first place, so they could give into their lust, slaking it on each other for no other reason than the other was within easy reach.

"Oh, you're back early!" Raynare's bright and cheery voice called out, right before a pair of reassuring feminine hand wrapped around her body, grabbing onto Asia's tits and pulling her back, back so that the back of Asia's head was nestled comfortably in the most warm and soft and squishy place that she had ever been in. So relaxing. Nicer than the fluffiest pillow. "So, so? How was it out there on the town? Did you have fun?"

"I had sex with Issei," Asia admitted right off the bat. "It was good. Really good. Are you sure he's the bad guy?"

"Incredible," Aika said, stepping into view, her own chest every bit as big and bouncy as every other girl around. "You got laid by that set of pipes, and you're still able to walk? That's pretty incredible. Did you smoosh your tits up against him like this to - Ohhhh!"

Aika had strode around in front of Asia at that moment, but dear reader, she had underestimated the sheer power of Asia's tits. While her own were quite nice now, thanks to the potency of titnosis, she had thought that the fact they were the same size was sufficient to protect her, to some extent, from the hypnotic effect. Not so. Because Asia had been the one to put her under, so thoroughly, so deeply, her tits recognised Asia's as inherently of a higher level than her own. Than any others she might encounter. Even Raynare's, even Sona's, any other tits you could point to.

"Mm, yes I did," Asia said, stepping out, pushing Aika back as her friend went to her happy place. Asia was completely oblivious to this, unaware of the effect she was having on Aika. Or, now that she was away from her, the effect she was having on Raynare. "It felt really nice. I could feel that he had a deep reverence for tits. A deep, abiding reverence that went as deep into him as his cock went into me."

"Deep... cock..." Raynare mumbled. Then, being of ever so slightly stronger stuff than Aika, she slapped herself and tried to regain her focus... only for that focus to betray her and settle back down on Asia's tits.The smugness dripped out of her, turning into a half bent over goofy grin. The Indoctrination was accidental, but far too ingrained.  "Mmm, yeah..."

"Raynare, please tell me the truth!" Asia insisted. Meaning about Issei. However, such a command is open to interpretation, and as everyone knows when you give an open to interpretation question to someone under mind control - well, let's put it this way. Some militaries train new officers by telling the team they're in command of to do everything the new officer says literally, to the letter, even if it would be extremely stupid. As such, Raynare answered the question that Asia hadn't asked, but anyone would have reasonably asked.

"I'm using titnosis to turn this school into an army that will grant Fallen Angels total dominion over Devils and Heaven," Raynare flat out admitted. "And in so doing introduce the glory of tits to the whole world."

"Tiiiiits!" everyone except Asia in the room moaned joyously.

Ah. Behold the experience of a brain shifting gears. Asia was an innocent girl. Naive, not worldly experienced. She looked around at the room. Looked at all the people, the way they were acting, their u`nnatural behaviour. Then she looked at the chests of all the girls. The bouncy, jiggly, extremely pleasant to look at tits. Including her own. Which even now were aching to be groped, squeezed, played with, or just touched in general...

"Stop it right now!" she commanded, giving into the urge and feeling oddly embarrassed by it.

"Caaaan't," Raynare said, pawing at her own chest. "Mmm, once a girl has tits, she's got them for liiiife. By now there will be too many to stop all at once, and the number is growing exponentially. Before long, every girl on grounds will be letting their tits think for them."

Oh no... Oh no! So Raynare was the bad person all along! Issei, that sweet slightly stupid boy with the massive extremely satisfying penis was actually a very nice boy that she was right to want to fuck and fuck and fuck and <i>fuck</i> until she passed out.

Right now, despite her massive chest, Asia felt impossibly small. What should she do? What could she do?! If this wasn't stopped then - then every girl on campus would be reduced to this state! Although, since both Aika and Raynare had latched onto one of her nipples, Asia was starting to forget exactly why she was against such an idea in the first place...

Negima C+S

Ever have that moment where your brain goes 'hey, by the way, here's something extremely obvious you've not thought about'? Those are the worst. Especially when you're kind of in the middle of something else that is requiring your brainpower, and you'd really prefer it to be 100% devoted to that other thing. For example, when you're in the middle of an erotic powerplay that involves tactical use of a sneaky perverted spell that has been cast upon you, it's not really the best fucking time for your brain to go:

'By the way, you're the only human involved in this triangular tryst'.

Dammit brain, with this spell engaged on us, don't you realise what that sort of thought is going to do?! It was going to make us cum our silly little brains out instead of making them cum their silly little brains out!

Think positively now. Think pervertedly - but in a way that is advantageous to you. The Pactio has no effect on Chachamaru, and Evangeline is a freaking centuries old vampire. She just had to be smarter than both of them. A computer, and a worldy vampire.

Which would be trickier than first assumed, given that the cyborg's every move and touch was specifically meticulously calculated to be as pornographic as possible, while Evangeline had no fucks to give. Or all the fucks to give. It depends on what meaning you're going with. Nngh! This was going to be really hard either way! The only advantage she, an ordinary human girl, had to hand was the spell all three of them were under. She had to tactically use their lewdness against them.

"Mistress, I am willing to serve you," Chachamaru suddenly said. "Command me and I shall obey."

Ah? Ah! What was this? Wh-wh-what?! Grk! That wasn't a move she had expected. It was actually pretty brilliant, playing into the demure maid in a totally kuudere way... The lewdness door that it opened, by feigning subservience she'd be able to maintain control over the situation while behaving like she was the one under control! Even the fact that Chisame was figuring this out was playing into it. Oooh, she was already picturing the maid kissing her feet!

Th-The cyborg was out, then. She had to turn this around... onto Evangeline! As hard as it was to believe, she'd have an easier time manipulating Evangeline like this, rather than Chachamaru. It seemed nonsensical, and yet - and yet that was the situation she found herself in!

"Evangeline, whatever you do, don't order her to spank you!" Chisame said. "If you do, you'll wind up giving her what she wants!"

"Tsk, that sort of... ngh... Obvious bluff... Tsk!" Evangeline squirmed, the spell punishing her and rewarding her in short order, guiding her not so gently by the hand into the obvious, inevitable, erotic conclusion. "Spank me, Chachamaru! That's an order!"

The maid tilted her head, almost seeming amused for a moment, maintaining steady eye contact with Chisame before slipping backwards behind Evangeline, then raising her hand and - Ah, seeing Evangeline's eyes roll up in her head was definitely a cathartic sight to behold. Ah! But don't get distracted! It would be more perverted to assume control, to fight their attempt to control her and sit atop them as their Queen Bitch!

Y-Yes! Focus on that, focus on being Queen Bitch!

"Mmm!" Evangeline moaned. "Ohh, Chachamaru, that feels so good!" Evangeline said. Her eyes fluttered but then instantly fell back upon Chisame's, holding a steady eye contact while the steady thump, thump, thump of her booty being smacked filled the air. "The way the flat of your palm perfectly lands upon the centre of my cheeks, making them ripple and shake with each motion!" Smack, smack, thump, thump. "It feels <i>so</i> good!"

She was trying to turn this around! Chisame couldn't rest on her laurels, she had to go on the attack, and do it now! "Order her... to show submission to me!" she yelled, but this didn't put even a single dent into Evangeline's smug, cocky, pretty face."I bet that'll make you feel even more like a subby bitch!"

"Chachamaru, kiss her feet," Evangeline ordered without missing a beat. No struggle, no hesitation, she simply ordered the maid to do it and - Ohhhh! Oh boy! All of a sudden there was a warm wet sensation around her toes. Swirling around, igniting nerves that normally got ignored. Chisame suddenly felt bad ignoring the fans of hers who'd asked for feet pics because there clearly was something to this level of worship. Every little spot Chachamaru kissed sent a thrill through her body. Chisame may as well have had her nipples kissed, she was getting similar amounts of pleasure.

"What are ooooo yeah ahhhh!" she moaned incoherently, while in the background she could still hear that rhythmic thump, thump thump. Then, to make matters worse, Evangeline's fingers found their way under her dress and - nnnngh, fuck! Too much, too much stimulation! It was still two versus one in spite of her careful planning! Now she couldn't even talk coherently to launch her counterattack! What the hell was she going to do now?

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Evangeline would give her this much credit. She almost had her. Leaning over this cute little tsundere idol, with her now-red ass waving towards Chachamaru's firm hand, watching Chisame drool all over her sizable chest while Chachamaru showed oral skill with the woman's feet that any woman would crave on their pussy instead. Another few minutes of this treatment and she imagined Chisame's web idol focus would switch to feet stuff entirely. Only if she weren't under this perverted, amazing spell, which would not allow such a singular focus when Chisame had a fat gamer chair ass and sweet tits to show off as well.

Any moment now. In the near future, Chisame would snap like a twig, and become Evangeline's plaything. It would be so hot. So damned hot! Almost as hot as her becoming Chiamse's - ah! Ahaha! No, no! It would be hotter the other way around. What mattered right now was that Chisame was incoherent from pleasure and couldn't put any more ideas in their head.

Though a new problem had presented itself. Every time she went to order Chachamaru to stop spanking her, it hurt. In her head, that is. Not the fun kind of pleasure she was feeling in her butt. She needed to think of a good, perverted reason to order her maid to stop spanking her.

It was frustrating (and hot). Chachamaru would obey any command that Evangeline gave her. It was impossible for her to go against a direct order. However, the way that Evangeline was right now, she couldn't give the order that she wanted to give! Not until she thought of something more perverted that she could be doing,  where it would be impossible to spank her!

Ah, but she was no fool. A simple and elegant solution popped into her newly perverted brain.

"Chachamaru, stop spanking me and give this slutty idol a lap dance instead," she commanded. Genius. Sheer, simple genius.

"Yes mistress," Chachamaru said. "May I recommend that you occupy her feet, to ensure that she does not regain her ability to speak?"

Excellent thinking! The two of them shuffled around one another, taking the opportunity to cop a quick feel on the way. In the blink of an eye, they'd exchanged places. Chachamaru straddling Chisame's waist, while Evangeline was down by Chisame's feet. Ready to grab them, massage them, rub them, lick them like a dirty little slave.

Before she could process the problem behind that thought, Chachamaru started to dance. It was quite astounding. Even Though she was on her knees and couldn't use her legs, the precise movement of her body was thrilling to behold. Normally she didn't move so elegantly outside of battle, but from head to toe she was flowing like water. Whipping back her hair, rolling her shoulders, grinding her waist, smoothing her powerful hands down that lithe naked body - Naked? When had hse lost the maid uniform? Oh, never mind that, it wasn't important. What really mattered was the sight in front of her. Of Chachamaru forcing Chisame to feel her body while she danced, holding onto her wrists and making her lose herself in the sensation.

Also serving as a distraction for Evangeline, who didn't notice until it was too late, that Chisame's left foot had worked its way into a very delicate location... And once it was there, the spell was keeping Evangeline from doing anything at all to take it away.

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All was proceeding as calculated, with only minor deviations. Chachamaru had performed a risk assessment upon Chisame's arrival, and concluded the likely outcome of their encounter. Chisame would become their slutty slave. This was arousing. Insanely arousing. However, Chachamaru had calculated a far more sexually enticing possibility.

That being, a triangular ownership. Each of them being subservient to another. Fulfilling the sexual whims of each other, while being fully capable of commanding another. It would be stable. It would be kinky. Most important of all, getting to that point without the other two noticing until it was too late was -

Fuck, there were no words to describe it. Not in Japanese, not in English, not in any known language alive or dead. As soon as she had realised this, Chachamaru had pushed for this direction. Subtly, discreetly, not giving the game away. It wasn't as if she <i>wanted</I> to per se, more like the spell had nudged her towards it. Inescapably, inevitably.

Now that the three of them were in this position, there was nothing that could be done anymore. All she had to do was whisper to Chisame to surrender to her, while Chisame kept Evangeline on the edge of stimulation. Her objective was all but achieved. Victory would be hers... or should that be, all of theirs?

1. The three of them submit to their new relationship - and discuss how to turn Negi into a pervert so they can use him as a living body pillow.
2. The phone rings. It's Negi! Oh, what a time for him to call!
3. Someone comes into Evangeline's home. Do they try and hide what they were doing or get off on the idea of being caught?
4. There are other perverts doing pervy things, are they matching up to this threesome?
5. Something else

Hentai Crystal

When one has been kidnapped as often as Naru Osaka has, one tends to recognise that they tend to break down into one of three broad categories.

1: You get knocked out in some way and wake up either after the fact, or bound in some way.
2: Deception is used to bring you to a location that you cannot escape from.
3: Mind whammy.

Of the three, she'd grown more fond of the third. After the first there's always the risk of concussion or other physical side effects, and after the second you feel like an idiot for following that guy offering free candy. If it's the third, at least it's not your fault, someone hijacked your body - and sure, that's a hell of an unsettling experience the first time, but at least the physical side effects aren't usually all that concerning. Though come to think there might be some psychological ramifications there.

Still, it was a little unusual to be hit by both the second and third at the same time, by way of Dat Ass. Naru wasn't into women. Certainly not as much as Usagi seemed to be at times. Nonetheless, Dat Ass was like a siren's song, luring her into the enemy's lair. She awoke in a fairly ordinary living room, with the curtains drawn, and a suspicious lack of photographs or identifying items anywhere in sight. She was not bound. She was not gagged. Hell, she wasn't even feeling that typical energy drain that came from being kidnapped by supernatural beings.

"Oh good, you're awake!" Sailor Venus said. At least, Naru felt like this was Sailor Venus very strongly, even though the uniform looked... off. As in, sluttier. Really, really slutty. So slutty it was making Naru both jealous and horny at the same time. "Here, Jupiter made these cakes earlier."

Ah, yes. Sailor Jupiter was standing a little off to the side of the room looking every bit as sexy as Venus. When Naru picked up the cute little cupcake and brought it to her lips, she could swear that she was tasting a little bit of that tall hot piece of ass. The texture made her think of the Sailor Scout's breasts, and how nice it would be to nuzzle up against them, lick them, taste them, suckle on them, surrender herself to them...

Ah, but then she felt a finger flick her forehead. "Did you hear anything I just said?" asked Sailor Mars, and she too was adorned much less conservatively than usual (and if you've seen these superheroines out and about, you know that says something). "Or were you too busy spacing out staring at Jupiter's tits?"

"... Staring at Jupiter's tits..." Naru admitted, casting her eyes down - and finding herself staring at Mars' legs. Hot damn. "Yow!" Another flicked forehead.

"Hrm, this might be as bad as I thought..." Mars said. "So, Naru Osaka isn't it? Looking at us right now, how would you rate us?"

"Rate you?" Naru asked. Then all three of them huddled together in front of her and - gosh, she didn't know where to look. It was a veritable feast for the eyes. A sexual equivalent of Buridan's Ass. Instead of two equidistant piles of hay, she was staring at perfect legs, exquisite tummies, scrumptious breasts - and not just on one girl either. All three of them were ludicrously appealing. "E-Eleven out of ten!"

Hold on a second. Naru shook her head, and some cobwebs actually came loose. So, she'd been kidnapped by... three of the Sailors? Really? That didn't seem right. Nor did their new sexy bodies and uniforms. Everything about this felt... wrong, somehow. Like, she should be enjoying what she was looking at but there was something at the back of her brain tickling her, warning her of something amiss.

The simple truth was, Naru had been mind whammied a lot. As in, so, so often. If she had a punchcard where she could go "get mind whammied ten times, get a free bottle of soda" she'd have enough soda to last her a year by now. Earlier she had been concerned about the psychological ramifications, and to be blunt if Ami had ever thought of it herself she'd have immediately wanted to look into it. Not least because something fascinating had happened.

You see, typically a person's resistance to mind control drops as it happens to them more and more often. They become susceptible to it. Less able to fight it off, so they go under easier and easier with less and less effort required from the hypnotist. However, there is a tipping point. Think of it as though this was a parabola, and you pass the turning point. Suddenly, subsequent hypnosis becomes less and less effective instead. It's incredibly counterintuitive, and yet there it is. There are any number of explanations for why this might happen.

Could it be that the victim's mind has developed a kind of immune system? Could it be that they've been fucked with so thoroughly that subsequent attempts to fuck with the mind run into a brick wall made up of the previous attempts? Who knows? Naru was only the tenth person in the recorded history of this world to be exposed to that level of mind fuckery, meaning there's simply not enough of a data set for anyone to study.

Then again, I am telling you this from the perspective of an omniscient narrator, so I'll just tell you... it doesn't actually matter that much. What does matter is the effect, rather than the cause. As much fun as we like to have with sexuality based hypnosis around these parts, it's not actually as strong (normally) as other kinds of mental effects. It's more like it tricks the libido into being a devil whispering in your ear half the time, meaning that - compared to other forms of mind control - it's more like gently gripping a feather for fear of crushing it, rather than the vice like grips other methods utilise.

As a consequence of this Naru could plainly see that something was Very Wrong here. With the capitla letters being quite intentional. Something had clearly- blatantly - corrupted these three beautiful warriors of justice.

She could see plainly, clearly, that Sailor Mars' legs, thicc like tree trunks, powerful, mighty, the sort of legs that should be used to step on your back until you squeal for mercy were very obviously not the way she should be.

She could see obviously that Jupiter's amazon esque stature, with breasts that could swallow a man whole while making him smile the entire time, those too were abnormal for her.

She could see transparently that Venus's hourglass figure, the envy of supermodels the world over, was physically impossible for a woman to maintain while still being healthy even as it looked fucking amazing.

In short, Naru was aware deeply that something was amiss. She was as horny as she'd ever been in her entire life, if not setting a new personal best, but she wasn't enthralled by it.

"So...?" Naru began questioningly, aware that corrupted or not an ordinary girl like her was like a fly on the windscreen compared to any of these three. "What can I help you with today?"

"As you can probably tell, we've acquired a powerup," Sailor Mars said. Naru looked the three of them up and down again and tilted her head. "However, we are concerned there might be side effects."

"What sort of side effects?" Naru asked, then regretted it because she suspected one likely answer was 'nymphomania'.

"It's possible that the source of these new powers might be a major pervert," Sailor Jupiter said. "We need an impartial third party to tell us if we're a little too hot."

"You are," Naru said. "You obviously are. Have you not looked in a mirror? Have you not looked at each other? You're hotter than the sun and sluttier than a cat in heat. Can I go now?"

Alas, the answer turned out to be 'no'. She was not allowed to go.

"Don't be so quick to judge," Sailor Mars said. "That kind of prejudice is responsible for at least thirty percent of all the world's problems. So! We want you to watch us spar with each other, as that's the only way we'll be able to tell if we've been corrupted."

"Obviously we can't unleash our full power, or it'll destroy the building," Jupiter said. "As such, we'll be sparring in a less destructive way that will still allow us to challenge each other."

That actually sounded reasonable and level headed.

"Spanking contest!" Venus cheered.

Never mind.

"Uh, a spanking contest is pretty lewd," Naru said, attempting once again to warn them of what was extremely bloody obvious.

"Nonsense!" Sailor Mars protested. Then smacked herself for good measure. The smack sent ripples of motion all the way down her legs. Her long, luxurious, all powerful legs. "A good hard smack is exactly the right thing to keep us in line if we go too far."

"Ready, girls?" Venus asked. And then, the three of them held out their hands. Mars' hand was covered in flame, Jupiter's sparkled with electricity, and Venus had a chain of butts... no, wait, those were hearts... wrapped around her hand. "Then let the completely normal training session begin! First to spank both the others, wins!"

The three of them began to circle around, shifting their focus from one to the other, each keenly aware that the second they went to strike one another might go for the smack. A disadvantage like that to start off the spar would be quite a dreadful thing and - why was she doing a serious analysis of this, it was the most ridiculous thing she'd ever seen! Yet it was also the hottest thing she'd ever seen. Why were those two things so rarely mutually exclusive?

"Not gonna make your move?" Mars asked. She licked her lips and made a kissing motion. "Come on, girls, you know you want me to step on you."

"Oh god yes please step on me," Naru said, unable to stop herself. Focus, girl! Focus! Don't let them corrupt you!

"Kukuku," Venus laughed. "Little do you realise, but you've fallen for my trap! It's clear who the sluts are, around these parts!" All three of them. It was blatantly all three of them. "Did you not notice? The advantage I have?"

Suddenly, Venus pulled her hand back, and both her opponents fell over. Ah! She'd been trailing the chain around the ground while they were circling each other! Now she had their feet tangled up, giving her ample opportunity to smack those booties, those helpless scantily clad booties!

"This is it," Naru said. "The dumbest moment of my life."

But no. It was going to get worse. Because, when Venus leaped forward to smack Jupiter's butt, the tallest of them grabbed the chain and sent a course of electricity rippling through it. "Next time, more action and less talking."

"ohHhHhHHhH!" Venus moaned, somehow hovering in thin air while enough electricity shot through her body to make her skeleton visible. Yet it wasn't hurting her somehow. Actually that was very obviously not pain. Quite the opposite, actually. With Venus incapacitated via electrogasm, that left her prime and open material for Jupiter to roll up to her feet dash forward and land a loud, hard smack against Venus' hourglass rendered rump. Funny though, Naru could almost swear the girl had leaned into it somewhat.

With her defeated, Jupiter turned to face Mars - and almost immediately slipped on the floor, which had sort of iced over a bit. Huh? But Mars didn't have ice powers, what was going on? Naru turned her head to look at Mars in an attempt to find out, and didn't find Sailor Mars. She found a veritable Goddess. Lounging on the ground, but somehow in a thorughly dominant position. The floor from her hand outwards was all icy, for some reason, while Mars herself was... Just hot. So hot. It felt like if Naru touched her - which despite her resistance she very much wanted to do - she'd get burned for it.

Jupiter was back on her feet in a heartbeat, too athletic to be left vulnerable by a mere icy floor. However... This sight... This sight was certainly leaving her weak at the knees.

"Come on, Jupiter," Mars huskily whispered. She rolled over and presented her butt, which wasn[t as nice as her legs, but that was only because of how high a bar that was to clear. Before its might and Mars' hotness, all Jupiter could do was sink to her knees and crawl onwards, letting out a pathetic, needy whimper. "Come claim your prize."

When Jupiter reached Mars, she did make an attempt to raise her hand to smack her - but Mars' leg kicked back, rubbing her thigh against jupiter's cheek. From there, anyone could tell right away that it was over. Jupiter sank to the ground, letting Mars roll over her, lick her palm, and deliver a blazing hot smack right to the centre of Jupiter's posterior.

But the match wasn't over yet. Out of nowhere bright yellow tentacles just fucking spawned. Actually, they all seemed to be coming from the carpet. Venus's chain? They grew into fucking tentacles what the fu - Ohhh, this was kind a hot. They weren't being rough with Mars at all, it was more like they were gently holding her, stroking her body in just the right spots so that she wouldn't even want to move away.

"Oohhh, where did these come from?" Mars gasped, Mars cooed, Mars threw back her head and let out a long, low throaty moan. "These naughty things are everywhere!"

At which point, Sailor Venus slipped on through and smacked both of their behinds at once, one in each hand. Like a thunderclap and sizzling steak at the same time, somehow each being the same volume. Right. So, this seemed like as good a time as any to slip out of here. When the tentacles come out, her genre savviness goes up, so she was just going to roll off this couch and crawl towards the door while they were too busy making out -

"Uh oh!" Naru yelled as something wrapped around her leg and dragged her back in. It seemed as though escaping wouldn't be as simple as she first believed!

Fantasy Seduction

The experience of sleepwalking through his school day was nothing new to Lelouch. Since he had begun adopting the persona of the enigmatic vigilante Zero, or more precisely since his establishment of the Black Knights, he had pulled numerous all-nighters that necessitated him sleeping in the middle of the school day.

This was different, though. Everywhere he looked, it felt like he was being tormented. Short skirts. Thicc juicy thighs. Plump wobbly behinds. This morning Shirley had skipped up to him, said "You don't look well, Lelou. Do you have a fever?" and then pressed her forehead to his.

This was strange. Bizarre. Unnatural. He wasn't usually so - so horny. Aroused. Lustful. Lascivious. Alright, now he was merely listing synonyms to distract his brain from all the blood it was trying to force into his shaft.

He'd jerked off this morning already, but his penis was already demanding more attention. It was like a sleeping dragon that had woken up for the first time, and refused to go back to hibernation. Now, he could use his Geass to compel some girl to take care of the issue, but the very thought alone was troubling. He had little other alternative, though - as things stood, he was in no position to begin a romantic relationship with anyone, and the idea of hiring a prostitute was beneath his contempt.

But he was so <i>fucking</i> horny that he was afraid to stand up.

"You know, that's kind of a relief to see," Suzaku whispered to him at the end of class. Following his line of sight, Lelouch looked over to see Shirley and Kallen talking with each other. "It always felt like there was a weird tension between those two, you know?"

"Yeah," Rivalz quietly added. "Almost like Shirley thought Kallen was after the boy she liked, or something."

Indeed, the two of them left the classroom together. Lelouch regretted looking in their direction now. He couldn't look away. Part of him could swear that the two of them knew that he was watching. Staring. Appreciating.

"You had that impression?" Lelouch asked while admiring the way that Kallen's short skirt emphasised the curve of her rump. His gaze flickered over to Shirley's legs right after, toned and <i>fine</i>. "I didn't see it, myself."

"Oh yeah, before you and Shirley had that weird falling out, she'd look at Kallen as if she was some kind of rival," Rivalz said. "I don't think Kallen ever noticed, but..."

"But Kallen always seems to keep to herself," Suzaku said. "So it's refreshing, you know? To see her come out of her shell a bit. Since she's sick so often, it's great to see her interact with more people."

"You should take a cue from her," Rivalz said. "You know, these days it feels like you keep yourself to yourself. It's like you're becoming more of a recluse than Nina."

"Don't be silly - " Lelouch began, but then stopped in his tracks as a pair of delightful images danced across his vision. They weren't literally there, of course. Even so, they felt vivid enough that he could reach out and touch them. The first was Shirley, from that recruitment video. The one he had jerked off to this morning. Her swimsuit. Wedgied up like that. Displaying her booty as if proud of it. Jiggling it back and forth with each passing step.

The other was Kallen as a bellydancer. Gyrating her enticing stomach towards him, rippling her tummy to emphasise her ridiculous, unfair curves. Either one was bad by itself, but they were whispering to him as well.

"Silly boy," Shirley whispered.

"Silly girl," Kallen whispered.

And they alternated like that, both of them speeding up as time went on. Repeating those phrases, moving faster and faster. It was ridiculous, it was unfair, it was... it was absolutely silly!

"Hey, are you... are you okay?" Suzaku asked, stepping into his line of sight. "You've been kind of spacing out a bit today, it's not like you."

"Not getting enough sleep?" Rivalz asked. "You know, there are rumours that you've got a secret girlfriend stashed away somewhere on campus."

"Gossip mongers will invent the most ludicrous things," Leouch said, though in truth his heart was racing like a jackhammer. It was taking every ounce of concentration to keep himself from getting erect. Even so, his brain was like a steel trap - one that excelled at the smooth, practised lie. "Now, if you will excuse me gentlemen. I am in need of the restroom."

Any other reason given and they might have offered to come with him. In truth, he needed some time alone. Standing at the sink in the men's room. Splashing water onto his face and trying desperately to retain some sense of self control.

"You know, after you wiped my memory, the least you could do is give me a good hard dicking."

Looking in the mirror, he saw Shirley standing there in a swimsuit. Not just any swimsuit either. This was a much more scandalous model than the sort she'd usually wear, which was honestly bad enough. Her swimsuit really tenting out her nipples, god, so much flesh there. Lelouch’s mind wondered if she was retaining water in those tanks of hers. That would be  a sight, Shirley swimming in the pool, getting thiccer from absorbing all the pool water, Lelouch then wondered if he would retain water that way, grow large breasts by absorbing water, Heh, such a silly boy for thinking that.

“I don’t hold a grudge for that by the way,” Shirley adjusted her top to show much jiggly goodness that made the Silly boy’s mouth water, even made the motions to pinch her nipples.

”My legs are always open for you, all you need do...is wish it, you silly boy.” She turned around to grind her lovely lady lumps against him and pulled aside her bikini bottom to reveal her thicc, wet...

Lelouch whipped around, and found himself alone in the room. All by himself. Unless you count his painfully throbbing erection. The stalls were occupied. He couldn't jerk off here. Yet heading out there with such an obvious erection would be the death of his school life! Even Nunnally would hear of it, he'd never live it down!

Fortunately, even under pressure his mind was clinical and tactically potent. Even if he was a bit of a silly boy at times, he could pull himself out of almost any situation with a little bit of planning. He couldn't merely carry something in front of himself, it would draw even further attention to it. He couldn't easily adjust its position without causing himself a great deal of pain. Which meant there was only one thing that would work. He took several deep breaths and waited patiently for the next boy to come in, then turned to him and commanded  -

"Go outside, walk five feet down the corridor, trip, and feign injury."

No need for anything as drastic as, for instance, pulling the fire alarm. All he had to do was wait a little while, then slip out of the room while everyone's attention was on the boy crying with pain on the floor. Nobody was paying him any mind, letting him slip away. But where to? His feet carried him easily enough - strategically occasionally bending down to 'retie his shoe' carried him most of the rest of the way. Though it did have the downside of being down at a level where the girls and their bare legs were walking <i>right by him</i>.

Somehow, and don't ask him how, he managed to get to the student council building without incident. He rushed to the clubroom and to his disappointment Kallen was not there. Or was that relief? Her being here would have been awkward - but he also felt oddly certain that if he wanted to her  could seduce her fairly easily. Or maybe that was his arousal talking. When you're this horny, anyone seems like an easy lay. Probably. He was assuming at this point.

His eyes fell upon a laptop sitting on a table next to the door. There was a card with his name lying upright, atop it. In a daze, he stumbled towards it and switched it on, and right away a video started playing that took up the whole screen.

<i>"Hi, Lelou!"</i> two girls said in unison. Shirley and Kallen. The former wearing a string bikini that hid basically nothing letting his eyes greedily feast on her trim waist, large breasts, ample hips and powerful thighs. The latter was dressed as a belly dancer, exotic, seductive, sensual. A strange song began to play in the background, and there must have been a colour filter over the video because the colours looked... off. Shifting contrast, between reds greens and blues. Creating a bizarre undulating effect that drew his vision to the outline of their bodies irresistibly.

The two girls turned tenderly towards one another and began to kiss. This was too much for him, his trousers dropped to the floor, and he began to stroke, stroke, stroke his penis desperate for release, needing it harder than he ever thought possible.

<i>"Aren't they cute, you silly boy?"</i> a narrator's voice asked. <I>"Sorry, they couldn't be with you today to finish you off themselves, but at this point just watching is probably enough."</i>

Enough for what? He didn't really care right now. That was for later. For now, this incredible pressure was in desperate need of release. He caught sight of something while watching the two of them. Brief flickers of Shirley strutting around the pool. Kallen groping her breasts with her hand down her panties. Then, weirdly enough, the most erotic image yet.

The two of them in their regular uniforms, sitting on a bed, staring into the camera with come hither eyes.Legs spread to show their wet flowers.

<i>"Only silly girls are allowed to cum,"</I> the narrator said. <i>"You can't cum unless you're a silly girl."</i>

Grk! What kind of logic was that? None at all! Of course silly boys could cum as well! Although, he had to admit, for some reason he just wasn't. It felt like he should have every so often, but then... something pulled his hand away. Irresistibly. Making him blue ball himself. A compulsion in the video.

<i> Do you want to be a silly girl? Do you want those mouth watering breasts for yourself? Do you want that succulent ass for yourself?”<i>

The scene before his eyes dissolved into a new setting. The inside of a running shower. The girls were now absolutely naked, unashamedly  aggressively slaking their lusts on one another. Once again, Lelouch came close to climax, but his hand strayed away at a critical moment, making the pain in his balls even worse. Ah! That water trailing down their tender flesh! Ah! The way their breasts were pressing into one another! Ah, Shirley's hand stroking Kallen's fine ass! Ah, Kallen's hands running up and down Shirley's sides! The camera was focused on Kallen’s ass now, Shirley’s hands massaging every area of the expansive surface, the flesh outpouring her fingers, her hands gripped it to spread her cheeks to reveal that pink pussy and asshole, the orangette’s fingers massaging her pussy, it was hard to tell if her wetness was due to the shower or her arousal.

Meanwhile, their breasts competed with each other for dominance, their skin - slippery because it was wet - was allowing them to squeeze and press and <i>mmph</i> slide against each other's body. Strangely, the sizes seemed to almost... fluctuate, as if he was noticing inconsistencies in the way the water was trailing along them, but that only made it somehow more arousing. As if watching them repeatedly shrink and grow in real time. Torture. This was torture! He should stop watching if it wasn't getting him off. How was he supposed to -

Suddenly, his eyes fell upon something. The Ashford school uniform... For the girls. Those words echoed in his brain. Only silly girls can cum. Only silly girls can cum. He grabbed the skirt. He grabbed the blouse. He threw his own uniform to the floor. He quickly checked that the door was  - ah, it seemed as though he had already jammed a chair up against the handle. Good boy.

Or should that be... silly girl?

No. Not yet. He had to wear this wig as well as the fake boobs that were there for some reason. It had to be a complete illusion. Why it was there was beyond him, but - screw it, he was putting it on. Anything to get the release he so desperately needed!

But before he could resume his seat, he turned around and caught sight of himself in a mirror. You couldn't tell. At all. He looked so perfectly feminine that he - Ugh! Without warning he was racked with... something. In that moment he became a silly girl, cumming through 'her' cock, messing up her uniform. It felt good, it felt great, it felt... Fantastic! Exactly what she needed!

"Silly girl..." Lelouch mumbled to himself. "I'm a silly..."

Then he blinked himself back to lucidity. No longer held back by aching, painfully swollen balls his ability to think was returning to him... Although, one thing he hadn't noticed was that the laptop he had been watching was discretely pulled behind the table by a concealed Miya, making it appear as if it hadn't been there from the start.

So far as Lelouch was concerned, on turning around to look at it for clues... it had vanished as if it hadn't been there at all.

"What's wrong with me?" he asked aloud. "This cannot continue. Clearly, stress is building up within me. I need... therapy."

Speaking from the view of an omniscient narrator there's only one thing to say to that: Oh, honey, you've needed therapy for a long, long time.

Lelouch has a therapy session with C.C.
Back to Euphemia setting up her cheerleader squad.
Nina's experiments bear fruit.
Something else

Pride and Joy

If you want to understand Soun Tendo, you have to understand one simple thing. He adores his daughters. Everything he does, he does for them - or the memory of his beloved dead wife. Yes, even the engagement to a boy he never met until the day of the engagement, purely on the basis that it was the son of his friend.

Should one of his daughters marry Ranma Saotome, then that daughter's future would be secured. She would inherit the land upon their marriage, well before Soun's (eventual, hopefully far off) death. It would be kept in the family without having to worry about inheritance tax.

And that line of logic had led him to become rather... single minded about the matter of joining the Saotome and Tendo families through Ranma and one of his daughters. Which daughter? Any daughter. Akane seemed like the surest shot as they seemed so similar, but Kasumi... Now, Kasumi! Look at her, she's the ideal housewife. If any of his daughters could keep a man happy it would have to be her.

"This is it Saotome," Soun whispered to the panda form of his good friend, while looking at Kasumi standing in the kitchen preparing breakfast. "I'm certain of it. Kasumi will have your son at the altar in no time at all! She's so reliable, there's no way she can fail!"

The panda, Genma, let out a weary sigh and held out a sign. It read: "You do realise that my son’s been dating Akane and Nabiki at the same time? And I think he’s achieved the harem end already?" He flipped it over. "They haven't exactly been subtle about it, no matter how much they try to be.."

Yet Soun did not see it, and even if he had it would have slid right into a psychological blind spot. The notion that his daughters were having extremely obvious sex in his roof, with the same boy, before marriage was not something that fit into his worldview. It would be like discovering that actually, not only is the moon made of cheese but it's where all the swiss cheese comes from, and has done for centuries. Try to parse that over reality, and you'll either spot several holes or... or you're a flat out conspiracy theorist and there really is no helping you.

"Morning!" Akane sat, and flopped down into her seat with a deeply furrowed brow.

"Gruh," Nabiki grunted and flopped down next to her.

Oh dear, it seemed as though his youngest two were in a bad mood. While his instincts as a father were telling him to be pleased for his eldest and her engagement, the mood that these two were in could not be ignored. As such, he patted them on the shoulder affectionately, smiled, and then said the most reassuring thing he could think of.

"Don't worry, girls!" Soun said. "I'm sure that Ranma will make Kasumi a very happy woman!"

"Phrasing," read a sign that Genma was holding, for reasons that defied him. Oh dear, he was facepalming as well. Had he said something wrong? Turning back to his daughters, the aura around them was suddenly much, much darker. Had he said something wrong?

Akane was glaring at him, her battle aura faintly radiating menace. Nabiki seems to have somehow become giant, looming over him with her entire being covered in shadow except for two glowing red eyes.

"I- I see!" he coughed. "Are you girls after something?"

"Penis," Genma's sign read, not that Soun was looking. He was too busy staring at his angry daughters, trying to discern their motive. "Their motivation is penis." Honestly, it was a good thing Akane and Nabiki were too angry to notice Genma’s signs. Or else he’d end up destroyed.

Of course. Of course! The two of them were jealous of Kasumi for how fast her relationship with Ranma was settling in! They both wanted to be the one to marry him, to inherit the land! In Nabiki's case it was likely monetary motivation, while Akane would want somewhere to train... Oh, but he was sure Kasumi would not bar them from staying here, nor prevent them from visiting whenever they desired.

"There's only one way to cure your concerns," Soun said, nodding sagely. "I shall do everything in my power to ensure that Kasumi and Ranma are happy together. Don't worry for her sake -"

The chopsticks in Akane's hands snapped. She rose to her feet, a dark cloud hanging around her even as she stomped away. Then she stopped. Backtracked, grabbed Nabiki's hand, and then the two of them stormed off. Well... Akane stormed off. Nabiki was more like an assassin returning to base after scouting out the target's neighborhood and living habits.

But, as they left... Nabiki held back a little bit and whispered to Soun in a voice that must have been made of crushed ice and shattered dreams. "You know that Akane's been comparing herself to Kasumi for a while yet, right?" Had she? News to him. "Well, how do you think this makes her feel right now? Being unable to live up to that ideal... I'm the only one she can talk to right now, so best avoid the training hall for..." She tilted her head, and something like a smile poked out from the shadows. It was... more terrifying than a shark's smile. More frightening than staring down a penguin's wide open maw. "I'd say about fifteen minutes should be enough."

"Nnngh..." Akane grunted and shifted her weight. "Make it twenty. I got a lot of pent up... stuff to work out."

Alright then. Very well. That seemed fair enough. He let them leave and took his seat, just in time for Ranma to stroll in. Female form, though you'd never know it from body language.

"Morning!" Ranma yawned and stretched out. She sat down and looked around. "Uh, where's Akane and Nabiki?"

"In the training hall, honey!" Kasumi said, and Ranma turned a funny colour. Oh, young love! Isn't it grand? Kasumi all but skipped across the kitchen with kettle in hand. "Here you are darling," A kiss on the forehead, and Ranma's eyes were crossed. Killing blow! Kasumi might not be a martial artist but she certainly knows how to land a devastating combo right by his defenses. "I've made a bento for you today, sweetheart."

"Er, thanks..." Ranma said. She tipped the kettle over her head, becoming male once again. Then, his hand slapped away Genma trying to steal his breakfast - and he ate it remarkably quickly. Well, the training at the Chardins didn't go to waste, that was nice to see. "Thank you for the food, I'll be back in a bit. I gotta... gotta go train a bit."

Once he was gone, Soun beamed at his eldest daugther. "Ah, Kasumi, did you see the way he was looking at you?" Soun chuckled. "I can tell! That boy is smitten!"

“He is doing a good job.” Kasumi said. His loyalty to Akane seemed nearly unbreakable. He must be heading off to meditate on his feelings towards her.

<hr>

Dammit dammit dammit dammit, he could already feel it getting hard. Ugh, this was so frustrating! He'd known that Kasumi was hot. Like, he knew it as an intellectual fact. Water is wet. It turns him into a girl when cold. The sky is blue, gravity pulls you down, and Kasumi Tendo is pretty as a picture.

Now that she was being all flirty with him, the meaning behind those words was really being made clear. The worst part was that she was hot in a way he wasn't used to. The other girls in his life, they were cute and even sexy but in that way that was like a spunky girl you knew, a peer your age. Sexy in a dangerous way. All of them had an edge to their attractiveness.

Kasumi was mature-hot. Innocent-hot. He didn't know how to deal with that. He'd never had to deal with that. It was like an attack he didn't see coming, didn't see it after it knocked him on his ass, and couldn't work out how to counter.

Hence, his rushing to the training hall. Akane and Nabiki were there. He still wasn't exactly thrilled at having to bang them on a regular basis. Enjoy it, sure, but it wasn't like he was doing it because he enjoyed it. A lot. The onyl thing he knew was that he absolutely had to have sex with one of them no matter what the risk of his new fiance catching him within the next few minutes or his balls were going to -

"Ohhhh, fuck, that's the spot right theeeeer!"

Or he could, you know, run into the training hall and find both Akane and Nabiki buck naked and scissoring for all they were worth. In Akane's case the only parts of her body in contact with the floor were her palms and the soles of her feet. Nabiki's back was still on the floor, and she was hugging onto Akane's leg in a desperate attempt to thrust anywhere nearly as hard as the decently skilled martial artist chick was.

Huh, how about that, now Ranma was wanting sex for an entirely different reason. Now he just needed to step forward.

"Oh!" Akane grunted, noticing Ranma. She twisted herself and Nabiki around to turn her back to him. "Hrmph! Go on then.  Head on back to Kasumi, why don't you. She is your fiancee, after all."

"Uh!" Ranma gasped. "I can't bang Kasumi! She's too pure!"

"And we won't let you cheat on Kasumi," Akane turned her head and stuck her tongue out at him. "So go on, get out of here already! None of the other girls will help you get off either, until you're done. Got it buster?"

“Nabiki!” Ranma said.

Nabiki was tempted, oh god she was tempted. But in the midst of being fucked by her sister, the intense scissoring managed to reduce her lust enough to allow her spite to be stronger. “You heard her Ranma-baby, go show Kasumi your fun-rod.”

"Ranma!" Mister Tendo called from dear god please be too far away to see this. Hold on, hold on... A bottle of water! He dunked it over his head and scooted out of the training hall, thankful to his curse for giving him a form of erection control. He rushed out into the house, practically barelling the 'father of the two girls he just saw engaged in incest' over. "Ranma, I was just thinking, here are some tickets to the cinema for tonight. Why don't you take Kasumi out tonight?"

Date number two. Date number two. Okay. Alright. To stop his balls from bursting, he'd have to take Kasumi out and show her a good time without showing her a 'good time wink wink nudge nudge'. He could do it. He could do it! All he had to do was have a little self control, and everything would turn out fine!

Everything does not turn out fine.
That day at school, word gets out that Akane's single again.
Meanwhile the other girls are horny. Stupid horny. They're also a little stupid because they're horny.
Something else

Mother Knows Best

"I've never met him."

In that moment, three young women felt frustration towards their father's stupidity for the first time in their lives. Yes, the first time. Until today his questionable decisions could be put down to, for example, his unending grief over their mother's death. This, though, there was no excuse. None at all.

Nabiki spoke up first. Kasumi was too busy boggling, and Akane was too busy fuming. "You mean, you got us engaged to a strange boy that you know literally nothing about. Except his name. And the fact that he's the son of a friend of yours."

"Hahaha, now Nabiki! If you phrase it like that, you make it sound like I didn't think this through at all!"

Kasumi raised her hand. "You could have asked your old friend to write to you on occasion to let you know of Ranma's progress, or arranged annual meetings with him so that you could be sure you were leaving one of us in good hands."

"Or not done this in the first place," Aknae groused. Largely because, knowing her recent luck, she'd wind up saddled with the guy. Right now, she was not in the mood for a boyfriend. Not even a little bit. This was the last thing she needed to hear!

"Hahaha, why yes Kasumi, now that you mention it that would have been a good idea!" her father said. Ignoring her comment. "Oh well, too late now! I suppose we'll have to see how things turn out when they get here."

It turned out they didn't have to wait long. The distinctive sound of the front gate opening hit Akane's ears like a bomb being dropped. Nabiki was on her feet and off like a shot, their father trailing behind. Akane and Kasumi were a bit more dignified in their approach, Kasumi muttering to herself that she hoped he was older while Akane just wanted him flat gone. Maybe if she was lucky she’d be able to scare him off in the dojo. But then again, brutal slapstick martial arts violence hadn’t done anything against the other annoying boys in her life.

And if this all sounds familiar, you're about to hear the record scratch. Instead of Soun and Nabiki beating a hasty retreat (from a panda no less, cuddliest species of bear to exist), instead Akane heard her father laugh, sounding happier than she could remember him being.

"Saotome, you old scoundrel!" her father said. A moment later and Akane had laid eyes on him. A stocky martial artist with a bandana on his head and glasses over his eyes. A freshly washed gi that still gave her the impression of being well used. In one hand he was holding a large umbrella. "Is this your wife? Or perhaps your daugther? Pleased to meet you, I am Soun Tendo."

Next to this Saotome was a rather elegant seeming woman. Pretty. Out of this guy's league for sure. Standing under the umbrella, cradling a wrapped something or other to her chest.

"Nodoka Saotome, Genma's wife," she said. Smiling. Giving the impression of the ideal Japanese woman. Even more so than Kasumi, which... wow, that wasn't easy to process. "And this is my son."

She stepped aside, and the last member of the family was revealed. Wearing a smart tuxedo, holding an umbrella of his own over his head, and fidgeting in a way that gave her the impression he was trying a little too hard to make a good first impression.

"Hi," he said. "I'm Ranma Saotome. Nice to meet you."

So he was, was he? Akane gave him the once over. He looked back at the three of them. Eyes lingered on her a little. Probably a little put off by her training gear. Especially since he'd apparently gone to an effort to dress up. Not fooling her, he'd probably never worn those clothes before today from the way he kept tugging at the sleeves and adjusting his collar.

"Oh my goodness, he's super cute," Nabiki whispered. Yeah, yeah. Akane had eyes. She also knew that being handsome wasn't enough of an indicator for how good a partner someone would be. If she wanted him, she could have him as far as she was concerned.

Her father wasted no time in embracing Ranma heartily. As if welcoming him to the family, which she supposed he was. "Oh, Ranma! I've waited so long to meet you. Now, my three daughters."

He introduced the three of them and gave their ages as if those and their faces were the only important facts about them. Give her a break. She felt like a piece of meat being sold off. Oh! Her father really was an idio-

"Pardon me Mr. Tendo," Nodoka said politely at the end. "May I call you Soun? We will be family before long."

"Ah? Yes, I suppose so!" he replied. "Was something troubling you... Nodoka? You don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all, this is a happy occasion," Nodoka said. Hrm. Kind of cheeky of her. Trying to drop formalities a little bit to make them all feel a bit more at ease with each other. Weird that she'd do that. "In any event, we feel that Ranma should be given a chance to get to know the girls a bit better before making a commitment. That is the purpose of an omiai, is it not? Wouldn't you agree, son?" As Nodoka said this, she turned to look at Ranma, and stroked the package she was holding.

"Y-yes! I agree!" Ranma said a little too quickly. Huh? Weird reaction. "Sh-Should get to know them first, definitely, for sure."

"Aw, nervous Ranma-baby?" Nabiki asked, leaning forward and giving the boy a very coy smile. "Would you like a glass of water?"

Now he was shaking his head quite vigorously, as if the very idea of a glass of water was the most frightening, death defying thing in reality. Right. So, Akane had thought this was going to be annoying. She had turned out to be right. However, now she was getting strong vibes that something weird was going on. Weird enough that her impulses as a martial artist were telling her to help this cute handsome boy that she might wind up engaged to.

...

Nooo, stupid, don't acknowledge how attractive he is, that'll only cause trouble later on. Focus on his body language. He's not nervous about the omiai. He's nervous about his mother. And the package she's carrying. Come to think, his father hadn't said anything yet either. Letting her do most of the talking. The arrangement was supposedly between her dad and his dad, so why were they letting her take charge here?

They sat in the living room, one family on one side of the table, the other on the other. Ranma sat up stiffly, giving her the impression he preferred a looser posture.

"So, Ranma baby, tell us about yourself," Nabiki said. Ugh, that was gross. Akane had half a mind to tell her that she was reminding her of Kuno right there. Staring at Ranma the same way that dumb kendoist stared at Akane. "What are your interests?"

"Martial arts," he said. Oh, he does have confidence. "I'm pretty good, too."

“Anything else?” Kasumi asked.

“Urrr…” Ranma said, and then in another bit of weirdness, glanced back at his mother.

"Ranma has devoted much of his life to martial arts training," Nodoka smoothly answered. "My husband took him on a training journey when he was very, very small. Promised to make him into an exceptional martial artist. Is that not right, dear?"

"Quite so," Genma said. Wow, his throat sounded dry. But he swallowed and seemed to perk up a bit. "In my honest assessment, he is extremely adept at learning new techniques and studying new styles. He is perhaps a little overconfident in his abilities at times, but more often than not he can back up his words with his fists."

Big deal. So he was strong and skilled. That just meant she'd have to keep an eye out for him. Hopefully he wasn't stronger than her or anything, that would make things awkward.

"He's that good, huh?" Nabiki batted her eyes at him, and leaned across the table as if trying to kiss him. Right there. In front of everyone. She stopped half way across though, and swirled the water around in her glass. "Maybe later on you and Akane can have an exhibition match. I'd like to see how good you are - Oops!"

It was weird. Akane didn't see how she lost control over the glass like that. But she did. It toppled through the air, and landed on Ranma's head before anyone could react. Genma winced. Ranma froze in place. Nodoka let out a weary sigh and patted her package without turning to look at her son.

...

Or should that be daughter? Because sitting in front of them right now was the same person, but with a rounder face, smaller frame and bigger breasts than Akane or her sisters. Not a boy at all.

"I'm terribly sorry, but could I trouble one of you to bring us warm water?" Nodoka asked. "Warm, not boiling. It has to be poured over Ranma, you see."

<hr>

Ranma Saotome did not want to get married. Not yet. Maybe not ever. He was still training. Still improving. Still getting stronger as a martial artist. Maybe one day he'd like a dojo of his own - but that day was a long way off.

Stupid pops. Stupid, stupid, stupid pops. Had to make that stupid promise. "Man among men," what bullshit is that with a curse like this?! And then, on top of that, you had to run into his mother right as you sent off that postcard, and also right before it started to rain.

Instant panda, instant girl, instant sword drawn, instant fast talking from pops. Or could you call it fast talking when it's on signs?

Ranma hadn’t even known he’d had a mother! He had halfway assumed that either she had passed on, or Genma had stolen him as a baby.

"I see, so that is the dreaded curse of Jusenkyo," Mister Tendo said. His future father in law. "How terrible it must be for you. And yet, there is still light at the end of the tunnel, as I am sure that whichever of my daughters you marry, she will be more than capable of making sure you are happy despite this curse."

He didn't know how right that was. Because the only way out of this damned seppuku contract was to follow through on this marriage. Normally he would flip his pops off and run for the hills, but if he wanted to see his mother again - and he did - then he had to marry one of these girls. Not that he could reveal this to them. They’d either think it was some desperate sad lie, or in the event they did believe him feel even more forced into this mess than they probably already did.

So, his options. They were all pretty but gave of different vibes. Kasumi was a quiet housewife, but she didn't seem all that interested. Didn't know what she was missing out on. Nabiki was very interested, but that stunt with the glass had been on purpose, no question. Probably trying to see his hunky body or something (she was!), and Akane... showed up to the omiai in her training clothes, a little touch of sweat still on her forehead, and a trace of brick dust on her knuckles. She'd been giving him the evil eye practically the entire time since he'd arrived.

Weirdly, that didn't disqualify her from the choice outright. Probably because he actually really did want to follow up on Nabiki's suggestion and spar with her. No matter her skill level it would be more fun than this. No contest.

"W-well, I'm not sure about -" Nabiki began.

But his mother held up her hand again. "I think that will be enough for now," she said. "The curse is a rather big shock, but Genma has given me his assurance that Ranma is manly enough despite it. Ranma, I brought along a gi for you to use, as I knew you would want to show off your martial arts skills. Why don't you spar with Akane? Let them see what talent you have acquired."

Oh, thank goodness, this was safe ground for him.

"You any good?" he asked.

"Every day, a horde of athletes at our school rush me at once," Akane said. "I beat them in a minute flat."

A minute, huh? Not bad. Not nearly as good as him, but not bad either. His mother had given him a great chance, an opportunity to overcome the bad impression the curse gave off - and in no time flat he'd have one of these chicks on his arm and that contract torn up!

Maybe then he could focus on finding a cure.

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As her son left for the training hall, Nodoka considered the choice ahead of him. A choice that she could already tell he might need help with.

That was not a sleight against her son's manliness, far from it. From what she could gather he was very manly, if only that curse wasn’t potentially tainting him… The situation was more like - more like having three delicious desserts in front of you. Chocolate cake, toffee pudding and cheesecake. You can only have one. Which do you pick? You can only have that one for the rest of your life. So pick well.

Her assessment of the daughters was that they were all perfectly suitable. She was certain that all three had noticed her son's charms. She was certain that all three had a little interest - though in Akane's case it was a little muted until the moment the curse was revealed. Which was... interesting, to say the least. It was likely interest in the fact that such a curse could exist in the first place, but ... She might be reading into things that weren't there.

All three of them looked perfect for her son. Ah well. If he was truly the man among men Genma had said he'd been raised to be, then he should have no problem winning over and satisfying all three. And if not? Well... as a martial artist's wife, she had little trouble giving some encouragement in that area.

1. Onto Ranma's spar with Akane - which he's aiming to use as a chance to flirt with her and/or Nabiki
2. Nodoka starts pushing Kasumi's interest in Ranma while helping her make dinner.
3. Genma tries to warn Soun about the situation as best he can.
4. Oh wait things are about to get even more complicated.
5. Something else

Kiss Addiction

"Stupid tomboy, only giving me a small taste of sugar..." Ranma groused to himself. It was enough to whet his appetite. It ignited the addiction. That sweet, sweet addiction he had to her stupid dumb lips. He rubbed at his mouth. It didn't help. It really didn't help that she was in the bath right now. If he walked in on her like this, addiction or not she'd make his life hell. Or a worse hell than it already was.

Ugh, and Shampoo showing up was making things so much worse. He still didn't get her angle. Was she somehow addicted to Akane too? Was this all the tomboy's fault somehow? Would she get anyone that she smooched hooked on those sweet, sweet, uncute lips?

"Ah, Ranma there you are," Kasumi said. She sweetly smiled down at him. "Akane was asking after you."

"What does she want?" Ranma grumbled, knowing full well what <i>he</i>wanted. (Or so he thinks)

"Well, it seems as though that Shampoo girl caught her in the bath -"

He was already running. That dangerous nutjob had cornered Akane in the bath?! What was she planning!? Was she going to hurt her? Kidnap her? Use her as some elaborate scheme to get at his sexy female head!?

"Akane!" he yelled, throwing the door open, expecting the worst. Yet his attempts to brace himself couldn't hope to prepare him for the. Single Hottest. Thing. He'd seen in his life.

Namely, Akane and Shampoo butt naked and soaking wet, the latter lying on the floor of the bathroom, the former sitting up. Akane was hugging Shampoo's leg to her breasts, and grinding her pussy right into Shampoo's. It was the sort of posture that made it absolultely clear which of them was in control over the situation, and that one wasn't the stronger or sexier of the two.

Even so. When Akane turned to look at him, she gave him this look and wet her lips, and if any time passed between that and him smooching her, he couldn't remember it. For some reason the kiss felt a bit different to their usual - and it bugged him that they had 'usuals' - but it was still helping. Somehow.

"Ohhh, ohhh!" Shampoo gasped. "Wo de airen! Wo de airen lots and lots!"

Akane pulled her lips back, then whispered three little words to Ranma. "Shut her up."

He felt groggy, like that one time he'd stolen his old man's sake. Ranma turned to face Shampoo and - you know, she was really pretty. Shame she was a psychotic killer, 'cause she had the kind of face and body that a man would love to wake up next to every morning. He stumbled down onto his knees with Akane's words ringing in his ear. Shut her up. Shut her up. Stop that adorable whimpering and moaning. So he puckered his lips. Leaned in nice and close. Pressed them up against her and felt -

Absolutely nothing.

Well, okay, not <i>nothing</i>. Her hands went to the back of his head, her tongue slipped into his mouth and it was objectively a very nice kiss. He was certainly getting kinda turned on by it. However, it wasn't quite doing anything for him the same way that Akane's did. It felt like he could smooch Shampoo for hours at a time and not feel a tenth as nice as a couple seconds with Akane.

It was a really, really, really good kiss... but he wasn't getting the buzz off it. Her little whimpering noises stopped, so... he saw no reason to keep her quiet and pulled back.

"Oh god, oh god, I can't believe I just did that," Akane whimpered. "I can't believe I liked doing that! A-And watching the two of you kiss m-made me feel ohhhhhh."

Tomboy down! Actually, hold on. Wasn't this really bad? If anyone else in the house came along to check out what was happening... Or if they heard any of that! It would ruin him! Two naked chicks near passed out, who would think anything but the worst?! He had to act quickly, before anyone came along! He grabbed some towels and wrapped them up, then hoisted them over his shoulders and crawled across the ceiling until he got to Akane's room and -

"Wait, how the hell did I manage that?" Ranma wondered aloud. "I mean, holding onto these two chicks and putting pressure on the ceiling at the same time, that plain ain't poss-"

He stopped because he suddenly felt movement under his right hand. Akane's towel had slipped a little, and his hand had wound up on her butt. Her shapeless, muscular, too big butt. He'd touched it before. Through cloth. This was the first time he'd touched it and -

Squeeze squeeze. She wriggle around a little under his touch and he pulled his hand - squeeze squeeze.

"What the hell am I doing?" Ranma asked, knowing full well that the answer was 'groping a semi-conscious naked girl in her own room'. It was weird though. There was this oddly familiar tingling in his "Aw, hell no! I am not getting addicted to tomboy booty!"

It was a herculean effort. He had to use his other hand to grab his wrist before it would be pulled away. Come on, come on! If anyone walked in right now it would be worse than the bathroom!

"Nnnng- There!" Aha! He'd done it! He'd pulled his hand away from Akane's surprisingly smooth and soft butt! Victory! Now, all he had to do was get out of here before anyone -

"Now Shampoo understand."

Uh oh. He suddenly had a naked Shampoo sitting in his lap! This was bad, this was very bad!

"If Shampoo want to win over airen, Shampoo have to win over silly boy too."

"Uh, listen, I'm flattered!" Ranma stammered out, trying to put some distance between himself and her. "But, uh, I'm really not interested in -"

While he tried to protest, Shampoo wrapped her hands around his head yet again. Oh heck, this was the last thing he needed! Something like this, he really had to get out of here before someone heard something, or walked in the room, becuase the second they did it was all over!

What he didn't expect was for her to push into the back of his head, and oh dear he seemed to be toppling over. Why was Shampoo holding a shampoo bottle that was probably bad but he couldn't quite seem to stay conscious for some reason.

"Silly boys always drop guard in front of pretty girls," Shampoo cackled. "See how you is when you not remember airen!"

1. Akane wakes up and tries to stop Shampoo from scrubbing Ranma's brain.
2. Ranma's brain is scrubbed, and he can't remember Akane - but still feels the addiction.
3. Same as above, but he can't feel the addiction. She sure feels it though.
4. Akane's a little too preoccupied by the fact she is now addicted to yuri antics with Shampoo to notice much is weird at first.
5. Kasumi's running interference, because she's secretly the best wingwoman.
6. Something else

Spring of Drowned Uncute

The idea that Ranma would get upset at Genma under this circumstance is not especially strange. In fact, chasing him around Jusenkyo is exactly what he would have done had he landed in the spring of drowned girl.

Hence:

"Get back here you dumb panda! Eat the fist of justice!"

That wasn't really strange. Not in the slightest. However, there was one minor alteration to all of this. Very small. Ranma himself hadn't even noticed it, in fact, because he wasn't exactly in the right frame of mind to properly analyse his own emotional or mental state. Anyway, that change was quite simple really. Akane's temper is one of the more oft commented on negative traits that she had, so it might have sort of been amplifying Ranma's emotional state right now.

"Honestly, you're only making things worse for yourself!" Ranma yelled while bouncing around the spring with an ease that would make the real Akane blush with envy. "Get back here you - You - you idiot!"

So yeah, Ranma had a really good reason for being upset at Genma and was looking to find out if you could slap the taste out of a panda's mouth. Oh! What would people say if they found out about this curse? They'd say he did it on purpose! They'd say he did it to... to do lewd things to himself! Or to creep into areas where only girls were allowed! Or accuse him of this or that!

Such thoughts would never normally have occurred to Ranma, note. Normally he'd have been pissed off enough at the prospect of losing his junk. What other people might say about what he was up to never usually occurred to him.

This gave Ranma a bit more of an adrenaline rush than normal, and so pushed him on, in Akane's body, to bounce around the Jusenkyo valley a little step faster than normal. Genma, in the meantime, was pushed on by one of man's most base emotions: Mortal fucking terror.

"I'm an endangered species!" a sign in Genma's hand read.

"Damn fucking right you are! Get your black and white butt back - "

And now we hit on one of Akane's more positive traits. It ties into the previous point. She's a bit more aware of other people. Sort of. In a specific, nigh selective way. Ranma himself wouldn't have noticed the boy with the large backpack standing on the cliff edge, but even in the heights of rage Akane was certainly the type to notice something like that.

You can already see that the curse was having an influence on him, then. Both good and bad.

"Oh no!" Ranma yelled, watching as the stranger fell, screaming as he plummeted right towards one of the springs. One of the springs! "Oh no oh no oh no!"

He bounded down, but however fast Ranma was he couldn't outpace gravity. Into the spring went Ryoga Hibiki, and out came... Not a black pig, but a busty blonde babe. For the slight change in pace of Ranma's pursuit of Genma caused a slight, so very, very slight alteration in the trajectory in which he bounced off Ryoga's noggin. And if you know your maths, you'll know that a slight change in trajectory can result in fairly broad changes the further you go from the starting point.

Also, Jusenkyo has a sick sense of humor and is fully aware of the multiverse, thank you very much.

"Hey, are you alright?" Ranma asked the busty girl, who was peering down at, uh, her new assets. "Man, bigger than mine..." Weird how that made him feel sorta... jealous a little? "These springs are cursed. Lucky you didn't land in, I dunno, drowned piglet or something. You're still human, at least."

"St-still human?" the girl squeaked. Ranma offered a hand and pulled her out. "Um, thank you."

"Don't mention it," Ranma replied, and flashed a smile. You know the smile. In some parts of the Ranma fandom, this smile is Akane's special attack. There is a reason for this. It's not as potent a love spell as a certain umbrella or fishing rod, but it's not anything to sneeze at either. "Ah, you'd better be careful. Your clothes don't seem to fit anymore. You'd better find something decent to change into."

"Th-thank you," the girl cutely squeaked. Oh! Why couldn't Ranma wind up in a body like that? A proper shortstack. If the girl form was at least that sexy then it wouldn't be so bad. As it was, this body was almost flat chested in comparison, and - Huh, weird. Getting annoyed at himself for some reason. "You're as kind as you are pretty. I mean!"

Wait a minute. Hold on here! Had this guy...? No way! He had a crush on this Akane chick? The signs were pretty obvious. Blushing. Stammering. Not maintaining eye contact. Only a complete idiot wouldn't notice -

"Are you alright? You don't have a temperature do you?"

Eh? What? Huh? Ranma had lost focus for a second, nad now his hand was on this chick's head, trying to take 'her' temperature. Eh? Don't tell him... This Akane chick wouldn't have noticed something that obvious?

This is what was meant earlier by her blind spots, by the way. In certain situations, she's a little more aware of her surroundings than Ranma. Other times, it's the opposite. She won't know that someone has a crush on her up until the point they outright tell her. While Ranma is the kind of guy who gets a little too caught up in what he's doing in the moment.

Or to put it another way, they're both experts at being idiots, in slightly different fields.

"G-Guhhhhh!" Ryoga, for it was indeed him, yelled at the top of his lungs and rushed off out of the valley without another word. I mean, you cannot count an incoherent scream as a word, otherwise everyone's first words would have been 'waaaaah!'

"That went well," Ranma said, rocking on his heels. "I wonder who that was? The guy on the cliff looked familiar. Something about that fang, too..."

Then, out of nowhere, hot water got poured over Ranma's head, and he suddenly found himself back in his own body. Not that he noticed at first. "What's the big idea old man?!"

"The big idea is that hot water temporarily undeos our new curse!" his old man said, adn Ranma had that moment of 'oh yeah, that's right'. "The guide has been kind enough to offer us a trip to a nearby village, where they might be able to answer a few queries about a cure."

Well, that was something at least. He punched his old man in the stomach to get right of the lingering frustration. Said "Idiot!" and stormed off in a huff feeling kinda good about himself.

<hr>

"Note to self, keep a closer eye on the weather," Ranma groused. He flipped the stupid long hair behind him back. Bah. Why do chicks like keeping it that long anyhow? Honestly, he kind of preferred it shorter on a girl anyhow.

"Village up ahead, kind sirs!" the Jusenkyo guide said far, far too cheerfully. As if in response, Ranma's stomach growled. Normally that wouldn't make her feel all that embarrassed, but today? Yeah, it kinda did. Was he still being influenced by this chick?

It was kinda weird. Every so often he'd catch himself saying or doing something that, after the fact, didn't feel like himself at all. It tended to happen if he got distracted or surprised, but the urge to do those things was always sort of there in the background. Lingering like a whisper in her ear. His ear! His ear. Not hers.

That might actually be bugging him more than the physical aspect of the curse. Becoming someone else in mind as well as body.

His daddy- old man tapped the guide on the shoulder and held up a sign. Since they were in front, Ranma saw the back of the sign first. It read "How is he holding up." After a bit, he flipped it around, and Ranma saw what the guide had seen first. "So you met my old buddy Soun?"

"Old buddy Soun? You know da- You know this chick's old man?" Ranma asked.

"Old training partner," another sign read. "Would you like to meet him? He has three daughters, and if they're anything like this one..."

"Who needs a chick at a time like this?!" Ranma yelled. Actually, he'd be surprised if even he was manly enough to seduce a girl with a curse like this. It'd probably get them screaming to the hills. Who knows what sort of weird stuff they'd think about him! Not that he was looking anyhow. He wanted to focus on his martial arts training, not dating!

"Oh, Mister Tendo do well, his daughters all lovely," the guide said. "Except middle one, who is devil incarnate. Fleeced me and daughter Plum out of too too much money. Oldest make nice dinner to apologise. Youngest - you know better than I. Skilled martial artist, though not quite at your level. What is phrase? Wear emotion on sleeve?"

Yeah, that sounded about right. A fleeting sort of memory hit Ranma of the rest of the family. A moustached man about pop's age, and two older sisters. One who Akane really looked up to, and the other who Akane had a tough time with because she was kind of evil. A pretty big plot of land too, their training hall, and -

And some guy who wore glasses who was kinda objectively handsome, and thinking about him made Ranma feel weird in his tummy. Some kinda Doctor...?

...

Suppressing that! Right now! Immediately and forever! The sooner they got to this village the better!

"We here now!" the guide said, and in they strolled, right into the middle of the village where they saw... a large gathering around a central log. There were two fighters on it. One was like a massive beast. The other was about Ranma's size. He couldn't see them at this distance. A tournament?

"Hey, looks like we got here in time for a show," Ranma mused. "Though doesn't seem like much of a match to me. It's totally one sided."

"Yes," Genma's sign read. "That smaller pretty one is way more talented than the larger fighter."

Yep, it was easy to tell at a glance from the way she was standing and moving. Fast, compact strength and the skill to back it up can overcome the numerous advantages that sheer size and girth can grant you.

Also she was really cute. Ranma didn’t know how she compared to other girls or even his new magically granted body, but she was probably in the top ten percent.

But thoughts about girls were quickly halted by Ranma's stomach growling once again to get his attention. Ah, he was hungry. Also there was food right here laying out in the open - yet once again the situational awareness difference between Ranma and Akane came into play. Ranma would have seen the food, his brain would have said 'mine' and he'd have gone to take it unless someone stopped him. Akane, though, was not raised in the wilderness. Well, strictly speaking neither was Ranma - the point is that she had something much closer to a decent upbringing (i.e. one not involving Genma Saotome) and so, that caused Ranma to take note of the sign over the food, in Mandarin, that proclaimed the food was the prize for the tournament.

Not that Ranma could read Mandarin or anything. Nor could Akane. But the sign's very existence made him think twice about taking the food.

"Hey pops, maybe we shouldn't steal the food of the people we're trying to get help from"? Ranma said, surprising himself with that observation. Meanwhile, on the hanging log the smaller cuter girl used some kind of mace to knock the bigger opponent off into the air, hard enough that it looked like they landed outside of the village boundary.

"Yeah, definitely don't wanna piss these people off," Ranma mused, casually knocking a watermelon out of the panda's grip. "Besides, shouldn't you be eating bamboo?"

“Ah, as long as customer return to human form within few hours no trouble with digestion.” The guide semi-helpfullysaid.

"Return to human, did he say?" a withered monkey on top of a cane said, peering at Ranma with big wide eyes. "I did think it strange that you would return so soon without the rest of your family."

"Akane!" a high pitched yell split the air, followed by a flying glomp that sent Ranma rolling along the ground, and by the time he had his bearings again, a really pretty face was on top of him, peering down. "Is too too good to see you again. You get stronger like promise, yes?"

"Uh?" Ranma grunted. Nope. Not coming to him. Maybe Akane had visited this place after falling in the spring? That sort of made sense. If it imprinted based on when she fell in, then there was no reason he'd remember stuff that happened after. "I think you have me confused with someone else."

The girl was whapped on top of the head by the talking withered monkey with the big, far too massive peering eyes that could gaze into your soul at a hundred paces. "Forgive my great granddaughter, she is unfamiliar with the magic of Jusenkyo. Ah, to think that girl had fallen in a blank spring. Shampoo, fetch some hot water for our guests. Your names...?"

"Ranma Saotome, and the panda's my dumb pops," Ranma said. Ah. Another weird urge took him. "Thank you very much for bringing us hot water. May we please have some food? We've not had the chance to eat since we were cursed."

"Very well!" Cologne said. "It is not my policy to turn away those who come in need of assistance. To my tent. Shampoo my dear, the water needs to be hot and not boiling. We shall enjoy your feast after we have conversed with the Saotomes."

<hr>

To switch point of view for a bit, let's go into the mind of Shampoo for a while. She'd been training for this contest for a while now. It wasn't a major deal or anything - the prize was mostly ceremonial- but as a matter of pride she sought to be the strongest of her generation.

So, imagine how pleased she was that the friend she'd made a few months back had witnessed her victory. Akane might have been a foreign girl who couldn't cook, but she was very, very nice. Helped Shampoo beat up Mousse when he got too grabby. Not that she needed the help, but it turned out that Akane had a rather inventive mind when it came to dealing with perverted boys.

Apparently in Japan they had this thing called "pro wrestling", which was a form of staged fighting - but apparently a few of their holds could really really hurt if applied properly.It had been fun to apply a 'boston crab' to Mousse for an hour or five. He hadn't been able to walk for a week after that.

Also, she had been so, so eager to learn martial arts herself! In spite of her imaginative violence, Akane was quite kind and friendly to Shampoo, and they had become fast friends during her stay. Big sister Kasumi was a little <i>too</i> nice for Shampoo to find interesting, and Nabiki was a lot <i>too</i> nasty for her to feel safe around, but Akane was the right balance between the two.

Shampoo had been disappointed to learn that this was apparently a cursed transformation of some kind. Not her friend. Someone called Ranma. Disappointing. Now she was handing over a half boiled kettle to her great grandmother, who tipped the contents out over the panda first, turning him into a stocky man, then over the Akane simulacrum -

And all of a sudden Shampoo wasn't disappointed anymore. Well well. Wasn't this a fine dish to be served up on her day of victory? He was handsome, wasn't he? Lean, with compact muscles. Look at the way he carries himself. He's strong. Really strong. Probably quite fast too. So this is Ranma, is it? <i>Interesting.</i>

Not many strong men stumbled into their village.

"Let me begin by getting your first question out of the way now," her great grandmother said. "Technically, you could cure yourselves by diving into the Spring of Drowned Man. But I would not advise attempting it. Jusenkyo has a sick sense of humour, according to our records. Even if you were able to find the correct spring, you'd almost certainly fall in another almost immediately - and continue to do so whenever you attempted to leave."

"I see," the stocky older man said, nodding sagely. "It is not merely magic we would be fighting, but fate itself."

"So there's no way to get cured? That's bullshit! There's gotta be something we can do!" Ranma yelled. Ooooh, that voice, it was doing such interesting things down Shampoo's spine.

"There is," great grandmother said. "Jusenkyo will release you when you have fulfilled its obligations. You already know the Tendo family, yes? Then I suggest you start with them. It cannot be a coincidence that this young man took on this curse, so soon after it must have been set. As starting points go, it's more obvious than most get."

"Meet the chick?" Ranma scoffed. "No chance. She's bossy, uptight, opinionated and weirdly oblivious. Like heck I'd want to get tangled up in anything she's involved with!"

You're familiar with the left/right brain idea, yes? That the right brain handles emotion, and the left brain handles logic? Put aside how true it is for a moment. Looking at a decision in purely terms of either emotional or logical responses is often unsatisfying. They disagree so often that it's very hard to satisfy both. But sometimes you will get the odd situation where both are in total agreement about what the best thing to do is.

In this case, the 'right' side of Shampoo's brain was saying 'this boy just insulted the best friend you've ever had. Smack him upside the head.' While her left brain was saying 'goody, a chance to pick a fight and hopefully lose so we can apply the kiss of marriage.'

A good plan. Perfectly rational. But when Shampoo dove forward, she hadn't been paying attention to others in the room - and wound up not spotting Genma attempting to grab a grape from a bowl, meaning his arm was out in between himself and Ranma for a split second right when she dove, and she wound up knocking herself loopy.

... Uh oh. Didn't that mean...? Her grandmother bursting out laughing was not a good sign!

"Trying to snag a husband, were you?" she asked in Mandarin. "Not that I can blame you. If I were only a hundred or so years younger... Have no fear! There are ways around such matters - and if you play your cards right you'll have this young man's hand by the time you're done."

Then, back in Japanese, she continued to speak.

"According to our laws, Shampoo will have to travel with the two of you as your student." She pointed at Genma. "Until such time as she can defeat you... She is now, functionally, your adopted daughter."

“What!? I already have one unwanted daughter now!” Genma said, and Ranma hit him over the head with a wooden mallet produced from nowhere. Somehow Genma didn’t react.

"That's fine as well," Cologne said. "We can always have roast panda for dinner tonight."

"My adopted daughter! I shall mould you into a great martial artist!" Genma cried. Shampoo  felt like crying too. Adopted daughter? That was ridiculous! She could hardly give the kiss of marriage to Ranma if they were - if they were siblings!

Naturally Shampoo doesn't know that the Japanese kind of have a weird thing for adopted/step siblings being a couple. If she did, then she'd have certainly appreciated this scheme a hell of a lot more!

"Shampoo, if this idiot tries to ditch you, pursue them anyway," Cologne said. "It will be excellent training for you. If this man is anything like Akane’s father, he’s sneakier and cleverer than he looks."

"Not a high bar to cross..." Shampoo grumbled. But then she looked at Ranma again. The way that water was trickling down his neck, into his gi... Oof. It would be worth it. It would be very, very worth it!

1. Inexplicably, before they even get to the Tendos, they pick up Ukyo as an adopted daughter as well.
2. On the way to the Tendos, Ranma and Shampoo spar.
3. Ranma continues trying to deal with the Akane urge.
4. Ryoga shows up again, still manages to miss Ranma being Ranma.
5. Something else