Story: LS Ranma

 

 While Ranma is out on that, ahem, date and Akane is out on that scouting mission to ensure nothing lewd happens on said not-date (good luck with that), we might as well return our attention to the Tendo household to take a good look at what's going on there. After all, aren't you curious about the effect that exposure to the Lesbian Shard embedded within Ranma might have on Nabiki and Kasumi? You should be. Why wouldn't you be? They're both very hot, and in different ways too.

Let's start with Nabiki, shall we? What was this saucy troublemaker up to on her downtime? What else - but her photography hobby. Yes indeed, it was a hobby for her. Some might have this strange illusion about them that somehow Nabiki's blackmail schemes pay for the family's bills, but do you really think she's bringing in that much? No, far from it! Soun may not have any students of present, but he is involved in local politics and is a well regarded member of the local community who is often turned to when a martial artist is needed for some odd (and we do mean odd) job here or there. Like helping to seal a demon, or catching a particularly skilled thief, or some other nuisance.

In truth, Nabiki did what she did for her own personal amusement. The cash was a side effect really. Her true passion was watching others react to her mischief, playing people like a fiddle. The money? Nice to have. She could use it to buy other things to keep herself amused, like concert tickets or clothes. The second of these is a lie, by the way. She gets basically all her clothes from her sister's wardrobe.

Today, she was developing pictures of her newest and most favourite subject. Ranma Saotome. Girl form. That adorable short stacked package had it all going for her, for sure, no doubt about that.

Why, look here. We have a picture of girl form Ranma with her shirt off. How unladylike! How utterly defenceless! See the way sweat trickles down the nape of her neck, trickles around her collarbone and then down in between her breasts? The sight was so intense it made Nabiki rub her own neck while staring at it. Look at her! So adorable, so... boyish, it made you almost want to reach out and protect her. Hug her, hold her, keep her safe from the world she's so naive about...

Then there was this picture of her sleeping in her boxers. Undignified, legs apart, a slovenly posture to sleep in, nothing cute about it at all... and yet that also had its own appeal about it, didn't it? Utterly unfeminine, nothing girly about that posture at all.

And yet that somehow gave it its own allure.

Then, finally, Ranma walking off to school with Akane, a great big smile on her face. No doubt Akane had said something daft, but - Look at her there, in that light blue smock, if you asked Nabiki to produce an advertisement of some sort for Furinkan High, she'd include this on the cover without thinking twice. Despite that body being the result of a curse (more like blessing!) it looked totally natural in that girl's uniform, in stark contrast to the other images which seemed extremely tomboyish.

Nabiki wet her lips, hungrily running her tongue along them while studying these pictures. She'd expected to find a big boy market for these pictures. Instead it had been girls. Girls had forked out cash by the truckload for these pictures, and Nabiki wasn't questioning it. There was just... something about her that was drawing the attention of any and all girls to so much as look at that hottie.

Biting her lip, Nabiki settled down on her bed and glanced towards the door. Should be okay, yeah? She unfastened the top of her shorts and then slid a hand down there while staring at the pictures spread out on her bed. Oh yeah. Look at that babe. Her index finger started to flick back and forth with great vigour and was quickly joined by her middle finger. They were both drenched in moments. Signs of the Ice Queen melting, perhaps?

"Ahhh, ahhh, that's right Saotome, your debt is due," Nabiki grunted, barely able to control that animalistic lust building up inside herself. "You're far too cute  for your own good."

She could plainly picture it in her head. A photoshoot. Why, a whole studio! Devoted to Ranma Saotome taking lewd pictures! Use the training hall. Set out a mat. Bring along all manner of costumes. Slinky black western dresses, traditional Japanese kimonos. Bikinis, bloomers, frilly skirts, the works! Put that martial artist under her thumb and force her to ... Nnngh! Dress up! For Nabiki's amusement, for the sake of her wallet as she sold and distributed those pictures

In reality, Nabiki's hand went under her shirt to squeeze at her breast. Her fingers continue to pump away. That level of control over someone so much stronger than her had opened up the floodgates. Yes, there could be no question that this was the work of the lesbian shard at work, its subtle influence twisting her attempt to make money and have fun into something even more sinful, more drenched with lust.

"That's right, Saotome! You're my slave!" Nabiki grunted, rolled over onto her back and humping up into her fingers. "Nnngh, lift that cute little butt of yours into the air for me and - Crack! The flat of my hand on that cute little butt! Ooooh! I bet it feels soooo soft!"

It had invaded her every thought. Her every action. Her every decision. Wormed its way in, seeming so reasonable at each step. Turning the Ice Queen from a woman who loved to control others into a woman controlled by her lust for others. Each slick pump of her now drenched fingers reinforcing this notion more and yet more. Putting her under the shard's insidious control, to the point that it would be quite impossible for her to ever feel sexual attraction to a man ever again.

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Meanwhile, not too far away, Kasumi Tendo was standing in front of her wardrobe wearing naught but her underwear. Indeed, such a sight would be one most men in the nearby vicinity would give their right arm to glimpse, for Kasumi was well regarded as the most desirable young woman in all of Nerima Ward. For good reason. In terms of beauty alone she was top tier, but throw on top of that her house making skills? Her cooking? Her attention to detail? The perfect package.

Well, that perfect package was currently wrapped up in lacey white garments that made it very clear that, whatever was thought of her in public, it was not far enough praise of her sexual appeal. Her breasts were ideal for her frame, her hips were practically the dictionary definition of 'childbearing', if she were any more feminine than this she'd almost become a parody of an hourglass figure.

"I never realised how boring my wardrobe was..." Kasumi muttered to herself. "Oh my, this is troublesome. It's all quite plain, isn't it?"

Of late, Kasumi had undergone something of an epiphany about her general appearance. An epiphany brought about by, of all people, Ranma Saotome. Kasumi had watched over the last few days as Ranma wound up wearing more and more girly clothing, complaining at first, but over time seeming to accept what she was wearing, and -

She looked positively darling in the Furinkan Girl's uniform. It was a sight that made Kasumi almost want to hold her. Hug her. Pat her head. And... other less appropriate things.

Such feelings had been easy to ignore at first. Yet it was quickly replaced by the urge to dote on her. To mother her. To give her the care and consideration that her father (blegh, a particularly stupid <i>man</i>) clearly wasn't capable of. However, if she was going to do such a thing then clearly she needed a change of attire. Something that was more likely to appeal to Ranma's sensibilities. Something a bit different from what she usually wore.

Yes, that was logical. Yes, that was internally consistent. Why wouldn't it be? Obviously if she was going to take care of Ranma's needs she'd need to dress more appropriately. By which she mean, have a dress with a lower neckline, and show off more leg. Something fashionable, which would make it clear to Ranma it was... healthy for a pretty young woman to show off her sexy body.

"Oh dear, I'm drooling again," Kasumi dabbed at her mouth with a handkerchief. "It's clear, I simply must revise my fashion sense into something more appropriate. If I am to give Ranma a good impression of how to behave like a girl, then attire is the absolute first matter I should consider."

Was she saying that to confirm it to herself? Or was it self reinforcement of the ideas twisted up in her brain by the Lesbian Shard? Impossible to say either way, but whichever it might be Kasumi's outlook had certainly skewed just a little bit in a way it wouldn't normally.

She could imagine herself quite easily, in the morning, having Ranma lay in her lap and suckling her breakfast off Kasumi's breast. It need not be milk, but rather anything she might slather on herself. She could imagine herself bathing Ranma, scrubbing her down with cold water and then sitting with her in the tub, ensuring that her body was as clean as a whistle. She could see herself dressing Ranma in the morning, then undressing her at night. Helping her with homework.

"Oooh, why did I ever like older men?" Kasumi asked herself, having to steady herself against the wall to keep from falling over. "Younger girls are far cuter..."

Such was the influence of the lesbian shard. An entity that would bide its time, and corrupt the unwary into an ever escalating appreciation of sapphic bliss. Just because our focus has not been of these two, do not make the mistake of thinking it had escaped the shard's notice.