Story: Pride and Joy

 

It was a dark and shadowy room, with no less than six figure lurking therein. Hunched over a table, one of them reached across to light a candle. The demeanour in the room was sinister, the very air itself brewing with wicked intent. One of them coughs.

"Can't we put this off until we get the lightbulb replaced?" he asked. "I hate sitting in the dark."

"I like it," said another. "It adds atmosphere. A certain charm you can't get anywhere else."

"Also it becomes less obvious when you're staring at my chest," said the one woman in the room. "Not that I mind. We're all perverts here, and proud of it!"

"Let's not debate the atmosphere, we have a meeting to attend," said the oldest sounding of the group. "This isn't some regular status update. There's a big problem we need to address. Bimbo beach and Watermelon Island's spells have been... completely undone!"

Gasps surrounded the table. That was one of their biggest and most successful projects! They'd corrupted dozens of girls using that particular technique. Why, they'd been looking into expanding it into other areas... though with different effects.

"What's happened to those under its influence?"

"Most of them are still busty, horny, compliant airheads," was met with a big sigh of relief around the table. "However, a few girls had not yet climaxed and have vaguely returned to normal... Though I speculate that they will likely revert to bimbos when they get too horny. Their breasts will swell up, their intelligence will plummet like a stone... But I dare say we won't be able to set up this same effect there, or anywhere else for that matter."

Disappointment echoed around the table. They'd been looking forward to pulling out more of this sort of thing...

"Who was responsible for this?"

A projector flickered to life, showing two stupid looking boys. One wearing thick glasses, with long black hair that went down his back, wearing a large robe with sleeves that completely covered his arms. The other was wielding a bokken, and making a furious strike with it towards an onscreen target that whipped the air up so hard you could see it in front of him.

"Mousse of the Joketsuzoku, and Tatewaki "Blue Thunder" Kuno."

They all stared at the pictures. Long and hard. Contemplating. Planning. Scheming, and - 

"You know, they're kinda stupid looking..." the woman said. "Just my type. Do you think I could - "

"Yes, you absolutely should," came the interruption. "What, you think we're going to tell you not to do something dumb? We're perverts hell bent on corrupting as many people as possible! The answer is always gonna be yes! I'm more concerned over whether these two idiots stumbled into things on accident, or deliberately."

"There's another problem." The projector showed a new image. This one, a wrinkled old man who was grinning widely, holding a pair of panties in one hand and flashing the peace sign to the camera with the other. "Happosai was spotted on the beach. Alongside the bearer of the Dragon Cock."

"You mean Ranma Saotome?" A murmur grew around the table upon hearing that name. "He's been a bit of a disappointment. After all the work we did trying to get him to eat that broth, he's still barely gotten started on his harem."

"Just six so far..." Everyone let out a weary sigh. "He should have half the babes in Furinkan begging for a chance to even see his shaft. They should have withdrawal symptoms from being unable to touch it by now. We should've gone for the Hibiki boy, he's got way less of a will."

"But it would also be way less hot. At least Hibiki wound up with the Playboy curse... That was supposed to be Pantyhose though."

"Whatever, it's clear that Saotome is still resisting the desire to add to his treasure..."

"Kukuku!" one of them chuckled darkly. "That's why I've taken the precaution... of arranging for Ukyo Kuonji to have some paper dolls!"

A general murmur went out about that. The paper dolls! Perfect! A mind controlling artefact like that was all but made for perverted antics! In the hands of Ukyo Kuonji, one of Saotome's treasures... it would surely be the perfect tool to corrupt the boy even further! And yet...

"That might still not be enough. We need to supervise him further."

"Happosai as well, they're both a problem..."

"Remind me why the old man isn't working with us again?"

"Because he's a short sighted idiot! Has the patience and foresight of - Actually, could he have ADHD? It's not like it would have been diagnosed when he was young, and he'd probably not go near a doctor..."

"The point is, he'd ruin all our planning for his own enjoyment, take over our group, and we'd be powerless to stop him because he's a monstrously powerful martial artist. He's way too selfish to be a team player."

That was a thorny problem. The connection between the two was also a big problem. Damn! They'd thought Happosai was gone forever when they'd arranged for Ranma to have the Dragon Dick. If they'd known he was coming back they might have chosen another candidate - or at least adjusted their plans in some way!

"Wait, I've got it..." Could it be? Could that possibly work? Kukukuk, what a plan! What a brilliant plan! A scheme like this would be perfect, sublime, a method they could use to take care of two of their biggest problems at once! "Have any of you ever heard of the Master Slave Pills?"