Story: Quadranma

 

Kuno had skipped school. As had Ranko. That fact was making Nabiki tetchy. She'd been half tempted to skip the afternoon to find the two of them, but decided better of it. This was a decision she had regretted by the end of the day. When the bell rang, she practically bolted out of the school as casually as anyone had ever rushed out, trying to maintain her composure, her calm, her reputation as the Ice Queen intact.

Thing was? <i>Nabiki horny</i>. Nabiki <b>really</b> horny. Annoyingly, frustratingly horny, horny, horny! Instead of heading home her target was the Kuno residence. That's probably where they were right now. The pair of them. Skipped school to make out and do all sorts of nasty dirty things to each other without inviting her!

Passingly, she noted that she wasn't normally like this. Neither boy nor girl could hold anything over her. It was Ranko. Gods above but she adored that cute little pigtailed freak in the sheets. She didn't think she was into girls but, damn, she was proved wrong there. Normally being proved wrong pissed her off, but... not this time!

She arrived at the gate. Took a deep breath. Deep breath. Centre yourself. You're mad. You're horny. You're not at your best mental space. Try to relax a bit, and then - Ring the bell on the gate. Whew! Try not to fidget while you wait for the gate to open, and when it does give those two a piece of your -

"Evening 'Biki!" said Ranko, standing there in a cheerleader's uniform. Cute. Cuddly. Super, duper sexy. Her hand reached out and grabbed Nabiki by the collar, and - oh, there's the French kiss! The tension left her body, she couldn't stay mad at this hot little shortstack. "Sorry babe, did we leave you out?"

"Yeah," Nabiki sighed happily. "So, what were you doing today?"

"Oh, not much," she replied. "Met this super cute guy that used to know Ranma, but he got away. Also, met a new member of our polycule, just finished breaking her in."

Alright then. There was a lot to unpack here. Nabiki stepped inside the house, tried very, very hard to not stare at Ranko's bare thighs, then tried to not stare at her large breasts, cute cheeky face, failed at every step and wound up staring at all three of them at once somehow, which was keeping her brain from properly processing what she'd been told.

"Another member... of our polycule?" Nabiki said slowly, making sure she enunciated it carefully. Strictly speaking, yes, the relationship they were in was a polycule. However - " I don't remember giving permission to add anyone to this relationship."

"Heheheehe, oh, that's rich," Ranko slapped her on the back. Huh? What? "Wow, you think you're in charge around here? No, no. Listen. I am building a bisexual harem, and you are part of it."

Huh? A harem?! "Like hell I - " Nabiki protested. Then suddenly Ranko was right in her personal space, looking all... cute and sexy and damn near irresistable, and she completely forgot what she was about to say. The smell of her, that presence, it was making her feel all light-headed.

"Babe, I'm not in the mood for a power play game right now," Ranko whispered. "I know you're into that, but... just for now, could you maybe gimme some of what I wanna see?"

The question was punctuated by a kiss on the neck that left her legs feeling really, really weak. She leaned her head back so that Ranko could really get in there.

"I wanna see you in a cheerleader uniform," Ranko whispered, nibbling lightly on her earlobe. "I wanna see you in Kuno's room, riding him cowgirl style while doing a slutty, ditzy cheerleader chant. I'll let you come up with the details. You should have plenty of time, he just finished his rest, and Mariko's got stamina to burn. You're gonna like her. Actually, you're gonna like her a ton."

Nabiki felt weird. Really good, but - But! No way was she doing that. A cheerleader uniform? Acting like a ditz? Those things were beneath her and - And, holy fuck her ass looked amazing in that skirt. It was all she could do to not fall to her knees and crawl after it so she could keep it in her line of sight.

"I keep telling people, and nobody believes me," Ranko sighed as she pulled the door aside. "My pussy is like cocaine, but worse. Once you've had a taste.... You belong to it for life."

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Ryoga Hibiki was lost, and seemed to have acquired an unwanted travelling companion. The first part was not new. The second part very much was.

"Are you going to follow me everywhere I go?" Ryoga asked.

"Hrm? Oh. I thought you were leading me somewhere," Mousse said. "You went off with such confidence that I assumed you knew where you were going."

Ah. Okay then. Was that so? In which case, Ryoga came to a complete stop, took a deep breath, pulled out his umbrella and used it to slap the upside of Mousse's dumb stupid head.

"I'm the eternally lost boy!" Ryoga yelled. "Nobody with sense takes directions from me! If anything, I should ask you to lead the way!"

"In case you didn't notice, I'm half blind even with these glasses on," Mousse yelled back, pulling heavy objects out of his sleeves that should really have weighed him down. A lot. "In other words, the two of us are probably the worst possible people to travel together."

Finally, he said something intelligent. Such a shame it had to happen right as a car drove through a puddle and splashed Ryoga, turning him into a girl. Which was getting really. Really. Old. Let me tell you. Almost as old as -

"Madame, may I assist you?"

Being hit on by every creep that so much as looked her way. Oof! This guy had moves and - Wait a minute.

"Didn't we meet earlier on?" Ryoga asked. For it was, of course, Mikado Sanzenin, trying to steal yet another kiss. "I seem to remember dropkicking you halfway down a street."

"Hrm? No, I think you must have me confused with someone else," Mikado said. Okay then. Ryoga took a deep breath. "Now, shall I kiss it to make it better? Show me where it hurts -"

"Mousse, I heard this guy call Shampoo a bimbo."

If you really think about it. I mean, really, really think about it? Hidden Weapons is not as goofy a style of martial arts as it appears on the surface. I mean. Mousse makes it seem that way, but that's just because it's freaking Mousse. The guy automatically adds a + 5 to any 'goofiness' check you might roll at any given time just from being directly involved. That blindness contributes to a general clumsiness and incapability that is compounded by his general stupidity.

Nonetheless. Even an idiot could become extremely threatening under the right circumstances.

"What... did you call her?" Mousse asked. A pair of nasty, sharp looking swords slowly, slowly emerging from his sleeves. Had he deliberately stepped in that shadow, because if he did? Kudos, it made him look super fucking creepy. "I'll have your hide for saying such wicked things about my beloved Shampoo!"

"Shampoo?" Mikado tilted his head. "Oh, that easy-looking foreign girl who is working at our ice rink with her stupid layabout husband, who can't even skate?" He scoffed at the very idea, then lifted his head to look at Mousse right before the sword came in for his neck - 

"Violette!"

Yeah, you should have seen that one coming by this point, of course Azusa would be right there to steal Mousse's swords. Yet this was no matter, for he was a master of hidden weapons and he could easily pull out -

"Germain!" Azusa yelled, stealing the heavy spiked mace that Mousse had withdrawn.

"Stop stealing my weapons!" Mousse yelled, starting to get a bit annoyed now. Oh well. Never mind that approach. Ryoga would have to settle for taking the cheapest of cheap shots, and raising her knee just so -

Down like a sack of hammers he went.  Ryoga disentangled herself from this idiot, then picked him up by the scruff of the neck. Alright then.

"Where do we find this ice rink of yours?" she asked. "I got a score to settle with an idiot... And I guess he does as well."

"Eeeeeh, Francoise!"

"My enormous porcelain duck! Give that back!"

How the hell did he fit that in his robes? Actually, you know what? Ryoga decided that he'd really rather not know the answer to that one, and just get on with getting to that ice rink, pronto.