Story: Cursed Joketsuzoku

 

 Kasumi Tendo was something of a local idol. It's not hard to see why. The ideal housewife. A pretty face, who may dress modestly but you could plainly tell that she had a killer body underneath those flowing dresses. She was pleasant, she was polite, and she was available. Not dating. Not married. Had an interest in older men. You can easily see why most who meet her would fall for her at first glance - and why Akane had a bit of a complex about measuring up to her lofty standards.

And now, enter Ranma. Not her type. Not even close. Too young, too immature. The curse was quite fascinating to her though, turning a reasonably handsome young man into an adorable busty girl, and if Kasumi had a weakness it was for cute things.

"Say, Miss Kasumi?" Ranma asked out of nowhere while rather obviously checking Kasumi's body out. Oh dear. Girl form or not, that was still a boy in there. Well, Kasumi was used to it. She wasn't even fazed by it anymore. Though, it was a little weird when the girl leaned on the table in a way that rather emphasised those voluptuous breasts. Tucking her hands under her chin, batting her eyes and using her elbows to gently, oh so gently squeeze her breasts together while the table pushed them up. "Tell me about yourself."

Oh gosh, she was trying to flirt, and it was the cutest thing ever. Kasumi had to actively resist the urge to pat Ranma on the head. It was like finding a little bunny that was begging for a carrot, staring up at you with those big beautiful eyes. Truly, her weakness was being thoroughyl exploited here, whether Ranma meant to or not!

"Well, there's not much to tell," Kasumi said, returning her attention to cooking. "I'm the eldest daughter of Soun Tendo, nineteen years old. I graduated from Furinkan High School last year."

"I bet you looked really cute in a uniform," Ranma said. Oh dear, now she was reclining back, letting her shirt ride up to show off her trim tummy. "What about hobbies?"

"I don't really have any hobbies," Kasumi said. "I've been taking care of the housework since mother died. It takes up a lot of my time."

"Ah, that sounds like a lot of hard work," Ranma said. Behind her, Kasumi heard the sound of Ranma shifting around. She declined to look back. It wasn't hard to imagine the girl trying to sit in a new seductive pose. Honestly, with the way she was acting it was easy to forget she was a boy.

"No, not at all. I enjoy it quite a lot." Which she did. Kasumi found it quite relaxing. Meditative, even. There was nothing at all quite like clearing one's mind and automatically going about your everyday business-

And then a pair of surprisingly strong hands fell upon her shoulders. It honestly made Kasumi nearly jump out of her skin.

"It's not good to overwork yourself, especially for a pretty girl like you," Ranma said. "Here, let me work out some of those knots."

"That's really not - " Kasumi began, but then she learned something quite important about Ranma Saotome. That boy's (well, currently girl's) fingers were fast, nimble, and very, very precise. Tension flowed through her upper body, tension she didn't know she'd built up. It melted out of her muscles like fat dripping off grilled meat. Ranma's hands were strong, but used their strength carefully, pinpointing sensitive areas all along her back and gently nudging her muscles into  relaxing, even to the point that her breathing was adjusting itself into a steady healthy rhythm. Within thirty seconds she felt healthier and more awake than she had done in years. That's not to say that she was unhealthy, it was simply that her base level was raised to a higher point than it used to be at.

"There we go, isn't that better?" Ranma asked, pulling away from Kasumi at just the right moment. Oh goodness. Even a second more, and she'd have been hopelessly addicted to a massage like that. "Say, what do you make of this engagement thing?"

It took a moment for her to find her voice. It didn't help that turning around, Ranma was standing there with her hands behind her head smiling a bright tomboyish smile. Completely defenseless. If she ever showed a smile like that to a boy, it would make them fall in love instantly. A truly lethal attack. Even Kasumi was finding herself affected, feeling that strong urge to pat Ranma on the head again as if she was a pet doing a clever trick.

"T-To be perfectly honest, it's a bit of a surprise for us," Kasumi admitted. "Father didn't tell us until shortly before you arrived. I think you'd get on best with... Akane, probably." That is, assuming Akane got over her issues with boys.Maybe Ranma being a girl part time would help with that? No, that was pretty simplistic wishful thinking. The truth is that Kasumi simply wasn't interested in Ranma that way, and Nabiki would take advantage of someone like Ranma without question. Therefore, Akane was likely the best option. Probably.

"Aw, you're not trying to pawn me off are you?" Ranma asked. Oh, so cute! Adorable, totally adorable beyond measure! If this girl had any idea of how to actually flirt, she'd be a real menace to the neighborhood. Of that, Kasumi had no doubt!

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This was a lot for Soun to digest. The Jusenkyo curse was one thing, but the curse to fall Cologne and Shampoo's tribe... that was quite something else entirely. It spoke to his martial artist's soul, and made his eyes well up with tears. Granted, that wasn't especially difficult, but... the sheer tragedy of it! To lose such potential to a curse like this! Surely it must be the work of the dread Master. Or an associate of his.

"Oh, my heart calls out for your situation, Miss Cologne!" Soun wept. "No wonder you chose to accompany Genma, on your quest for a cure!"

"Is he always so emotional?" Cologne asked Genma, who solemnly nodded. "Well, in any event... Your cooperation would be greatly appreciated. Your youngest brings me hope that we can retrain Shampoo to help her regain her love for martial arts."

"True, but we must be careful," Genma said. "We must keep Shampoo away from Ranma at all costs. Otherwise, it could very well ruin our own plans."

Cologne's eyes narrowed, but Soun paid that no mind. "Yes, your plans for an arranged marriage... I have no objections to this, so long as it does not interfere in retraining Shampoo."

"Is it safe to leave them alone like this?" Soun asked, a terrible thought occuring to him. "I mean, if the curse is as bad as you say...?"

"It should not be a problem," Cologne said. "Ranma is in his girl form, and it is impossible for Shampoo to leave your training hall without coming down that corridor. We cannot supervise them every waking moment, Soun Tendo. Much though we might wish that we could."

Yes... yes, that made sense. This should be fine then. Despite Nabiki's quip earlier (that he was trying quite furiously to repress) it hardly seemed likely that either Ranma or Shampoo would try something... Something yuri with one of his daughters. Honestly now, he was getting a little paranoid due to all the weirdness that had been dropped onto his lap.

"Very well then," Soun nodded. "I shall use my local resources to investigate potential routes to curing the curse. It probably won't reveal anything you haven't already uncovered, but you never know." By this, he meant the things that Happosai had left behind when they sealed him away. "In the meantime, we should discuss potential training regimes for Shampoo to make use of to help her regain her lost talent."

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It was honestly very difficult for Akane to believe this girl was ever a martial artist. Whenever she threw a punch she stumbled, whenever she threw a kick she lost her balance. When Akane threw a punch right for her waiting hand, the girl still managed to find a way to fall onto her butt. It was embarrassing to watch. It was as though she had absolutely no coordination at all. An absolutely killer body, but no martial ability whatsoever. It honestly made Akane feel quite sorry for the girl, having all her talent stripped away only to be given a body good for nothing but being ogled by horny boys... A fate worse than death in her opinion.

"We have got a lot of work to do here," Akane said. Oh gosh, look at her defensive posture. Legs way too close together, no wonder she was toppling over so easily. Her guard had more holes than swiss cheese, not least because she couldn't quite get her arms into a good position because of those ridiculous boobs... Akane had tried to get her to adopt a proper posture a few times already, but the girl just wasn't getting it. "You need to have your legs spread out a bit more, it'll help with your balance. Oh, here! Let me!"

She had to actually grab Shampoo's thigh to move her leg over into a proper position. And then had to do so another two times when the girl shifted her weight back, which meant that she got a really good feel for how soft and creamy her skin was, especially in the thigh area. If Akane was being honest, this curse had done a really good job at emphasising Shampoo's sex appeal. Like a great big exclamation point. Sight, sound, touch, the way she moved, it was all so... ridiculously sensual. When Shampoo's leg shifted back out of position yet again, Akane threw up her arms and gave up. For the time being. She was stubborn, but if doing that three times wasn't enough, then... Ugh. It was almost as if Shampoo was doing it on purpose to make her keep on grabbing her leg!

"Shampoo sorry, she no can help it," Shampoo said. Her bottom lip was trembling, and there were tears in the corner of her eyes. Akane actually felt quite bad there, for getting frustrated. "It hopeless, right? Shampoo never be good warrior ever again!"

Akane has a bit of a reputation as a 'violent chick', and it's not entirely undeserved. She does have a bit of a temper about her. However, this is more because she's ruled by her emotions a little more readily than others. Right now, her sympathy for this girl was growing greater by the moment, this was obviously affecting her in such a bad way that she almost couldn't help but pull her into a hug.

"There there, it's okay," Akane said. Oof. She had to admit, Shampoo was a very easy girl to hug. Even with those huge breasts in the way, her soft body seemed to almost melt into her. "It's all about experimentation, right? All we have to do is figure out what you are able to do with this body, and work from there."

"It not that simple," Shampoo said. "It only happen when Shampoo try to fight, or spar. Ah... maybe it easier to show you?"

Shampoo gently stepped out of Akane's grip, but was only able to get out because Akane allowed her. From there... Well, to put it simply, Shampoo started to dance. Elegantly placing one foot in front of the other, twirling around in place with her hands held up straight above her head. She was showing clear elegance here, grace that she flat out had not been able to a moment ago.

She quickly transitioned into clapping her hands and kicking her feet up slightly behind her, a cute little heel flick that was as fast as any of Akane's punches, lightly stomping the ground, toes first and then heel - but occasionally mixing it up with a louder stamp, where the full foot hit the ground at once.

In between claps her arms were going in wide circular motions, while she slowly spun in place. Aha, it was a crude flamenco dance! But performed so... so elegantly that it made it seem much more advanced. There really didn't seem to be anything at all wrong with her coordination, she was perfectly capable of moving that body around in a manner that was frankly almost mesmerising to behold.

It was like watching water flowing down a stream. A natural, effortless beauty that was constantly in motion. Akane found her eyes naturally travelling all along Shampoo's body, appreciating the grace just a little bit more every time she looked. It was almost fractally gorgeous, stunning dancing that left her slack jawed and in true awe of what she was seeing. There were layers here that only a keen eye like Akane, a trained martial artist, could possibly pick up. She was left with the distinct impression that if this girl hadn't been hit by this weird perverted curse she would have been way, way better at her in a fight.

Which only drove home how utterly tragic this whole mess was.

"Ta da!" Shampoo said, giving one last twirl before bobbing her head forward and kissing Akane feather lightly on the lips. It happened so quickly that Akane wondered for a moment if she'd imagined it. "See what Shampoo mean? Can dance plenty fine, but no can fight. Body made for love, not war. See?"

"I see..." Akane pondered. Now, dear reader, let's step away from her viewpoint for a moment to think about this from Shampoo's perspective. To her, sex appeal is the ultimate form of power one can have over another. Her body was made to turn people on, and she had an instinctive understanding of what people liked. She was playing on Akane's better nature, her instincts as a martial artist to make her fully and truly aware of her body. The hugs, the dance, that little trick with her leg - all intended to make Akane awaken to the yuri and submit to her power. "In that case, how about capoeira? That's a martial art that incorporates dancing, maybe that will work?"

Of course, in the real world people are not actually so easily controlled by their sex drives, and it takes more than a couple of shots of vodka to get two woman into a bicurious mood. Akane was straight before she met Shampoo and she was only ever so slightly less straight after this little display. Do note that's still incredibly impressive for such a short amount of time, but that girl is going to have to put some work in to get Akane in the sack.

"Ah, that sound like good plan," Shampoo said, doing a rather good job of hiding her frustration and confusion. She was honestly fully expecting to have Akane's tongue in her mouth or somewhere on her body by now. "But we work up plenty sweat today, why not come back with plan and resume tomorrow?"

That was something Akane could agree with. She needed further time to really think through what she was going to do here.