Story: Tunnel of Lust Love

 

 
"You know, I was worried there that this group might get out without becoming wanton perverts."

What an odd statement for a ghost to make, but his fellows were nodding along with it while watching the monitor with great interest as the orgy unfolded right before their eyes. There could be no question about it. This group wasn't just dancing in the palm of their hands, they were outright rutting there. For many of them, this was their favourite part of the process - the moments after they had broken their new toys in and could start to play with them however they wanted. For other ghosts, it was the act of breaking itself, wearing down the resistance, that made them happiest.

"Popcorn?" one ghost offered another.

"Thank you," another ghost replied, scooping up a handful of the salty treat into its mouth. The popcorn then passed through its body undigested and bounced off the floor. Quickly joined by further kernels in a fast growing pile. It wasn't even as though they could taste it, this was purely aesthetic.

"You know, that curse is a really interesting thing," a ghost observed. "Do you think we could figure out a way to copy it?"

"Would involve making round trips to China," another ghost said. "There are at least three villages nearby we probably wouldn't want to piss off. The Joketsuzoku have a bunch of weird magical items as is, the Musk tribe are super fucking dangerous martial artists, and the Phoenix tribe are canny bastards."

"Akane's not that bad, people play up her violent tendencies!"

"I said 'canny', not Akane!"

Alas, before they could continue with their no doubt hilarious routine, an alert sounded. Popcorn flew into the air, ghosts whirled around in a panic, bumping into and also flying through one another in a whirlwind of spectres and disembodied spirits refusing to move on to what lay beyond because of unfinished business in this realm. Which apparently involved corrupting the unwary into all manner of lewd actions.

Their attention turned to another monitor. Mostly. Some of them went back to watching the orgy already in progress, as they found that much more interesting overall.  For those who were looking at the new monitor, though, they had discovered something fun. Namely - new toys to play with!

"Let's see," one ghost said. "Two girls and two boys. The boys are pretty dumb looking. One is strutting around like he's some kind of modern day samurai, with a bokken at his hip. The other's got big dumb glasses and wearing robes."

"Girls are hot though," another ghost added. "Nice Chinese dress on one that's filled out by a super cute body, and as for the other, the writer has a real thing for her legs."

There was a murmur of agreement among them all, because the writer is indeed writing them as having agreement with this. As such, they share said writer's good taste. And so should all of you.

"You know, that doesn't make it clear who that actually is," another ghost raised its... nub where a hand should be, but is lacking on ghosts of this sort. "Wouldn't it make more sense to describe the wily ruthless gleam in her eye, or how she's forcing Mister Samurai Wannabe there to pay for her even though they obviously cannot stand each other - "

"No, it is absolutely vital that the writer's kinks are laid bare for the world to see!" another ghost interrupted, deliberately making the monitor zoom in until all that was on them was the lower half of that girl's body. "Step on me with those, crush my head between your thighs~"

"... I'd say this is getting weird, but then I remember what site this is being written for..." that previous ghost shrugged. "Okay, let's get around to corrupting these four, I suppose?"

And so they would. Yet more toys for them to break in had arrived. Let those who wanted to play with the last lot, continue to play with them. Those who wanted to break in new toys were going to start having yet more fun!

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So, we have four familiar faces standing around outside this cursed tunnel. Why would they be together? Why would Shampoo, Mousse, Kuno and Nabiki gather together like this to journey into this cursed tunnel? The answer is simple enough. You can blame the boys for this.

"Is Mousse sure about this?" Shampoo asked, peering out at the tunnel with suspicious eyes. "Is dumb tunnel. How is this supposed to be good spot to sponsor cat cafe?"

"It's a sort of haunted location," Mousse said. "Like a haunted house. Apparently it is slowly growing in popularity, so they should be able to provide us with a good sponsorship."

Shampoo looked towards Mousse with great suspicion. She could tell that he was up to something. The thing about Mousse was that he wasn't very smart. In fact, he was quite obvious about any cunning scheme he cooked up. For all that boasting about his hidden weapons style of martial arts, sleight of hand was not a replacement for misdirection, which is a key and vital component for any magician's performance.

"If this is dumb attempt to frighten Shampoo into jumping into Mousse's arms, then Mousse best prepare to be disappointed!" Shampoo huffed. In all honesty, she'd rather go through this with her Airen. If he were here, she would gladly jump into his arms every time a ghost appeared! If travelling with Mousse though, she'd beat him up for dragging her to such a dumb scary place!

As for Mousse, he pushed his glasses back on his face and tried to hide his smile. He had a slightly better idea of what this place was about than Ukyo did. Slightly. To his mind, this was a place that was intended to 'make' a mutual love between those who travelled through. Splitting up couples? Pft, the notion never crossed his mind. This might be hard to believe but he genuinely didn't know about how sinful or lascivious this place was. He truly believed it would enhance his romantic prospects with Shampoo. In one sense? He was right.

Nonetheless, he had been a bit sneaky here. He'd crafted a cunning forgery of the advertisement for this place and left it where he was certain Shampoo would see it. He'd made it claim that this tunnel would break up any couple that ventured within! It would curse them so they could never be together! Kukukuku! If he had read his beloved correctly she would surely leap at a chance like this to separate them forever, unknowingly binding themselves together for eternity!

Alas, he had not yet realised that Shampoo had not seen this advertisement. Because he's an idiot, and rather than having this false advertisement sent to the cat cafe, he'd misread the address and had it sent to another place entirely. Because he's an idiot.

An idiot about to have the best day of his entire life, but an idiot nonetheless.

Speaking of idiots, Tatewaki Kuno. The Blue Thunder of Furinkan. If there was a king of idiots in Nerima Ward it would have to be... Ataru Moroboshi, actually, because he's still dumber. But if there was a Prince! Then it would be Tatewaki Kuno. Limit it to Furinkan district and then Kuno would be King. A title he would take gladly, as his pride would edit out the "of idiots" part that most people would pay more attention to.

His thought process was quite different from Mousse's. He didn't actually know, or care, that much about the magical and mystical properties of this tunnel. Even if he did know of it to some degree it would matter precious little. His reasons for being here were much simpler than that - He had heard that Ranma and Akane had ventured inside. Alone! Together! Never mind that they had gone in with Ukyo and Ryoga too, his mind was set upon one simple truth -

"Must you force me to pay for you as well, Nabiki Tendo?" Tatewaki grumbled darkly while paying for Nabiki's way in. "It is your sister's purity that I am concerned with."

"I'm sure she would be touched, Kuno-baby," Nabiki rolled her eyes. "But not by you. I'm only tagging along because you're paying, understood?"

Yes, he understood quite well. To think that once upon a time he was foolish enough to be smitten with Nabiki Tendo. Ah, btu those were the days before he met her little sister, Akane! Fire and ice, of the same blood! The beauty of one tracked to the other, but for Tatewaki Kuno he preferred the heat to the cold.

Nonetheless, he knew how dangerous Ranma Saotome could be. Even he was challenged by that scoundrel, that craven coward, that... that vile sorceror! For him to be alone with fair Akane, in a dark enclosed space... the things they could get up to! The things he could make her do!

Note that at the time he was thinking this, Akane had managed to roll girl form Ranma onto her back and was sitting on her face while teasing her boobs, being all tsundere about what they were doing but generally being in total control over the situation.

So, in these four oblivious souls ventured, deep into the tunnel of lust love, each with their own reasons and their own motivation for being there. Little did any of them realise that what walked out the other end of this tunnel would be forever changed in a way they might not have predicted... but certainly would come to appreciate.