It begins with a father who was determined to make his son into the strongest martial artist in the world. A noble ambition, that is true. There was only one problem that totally undermined it: That father was an imbecile. What else could you call a man who reads up on the cat fist and thinks 'That sounds exactly like what we need!'
His son peers into the black pit questioningly, a piece of fish in each hand. "Are you sure about this, pop?" that son asks, still trusting in his father's judgment. "I don't get how this is supposed to be any kind of training."
"All shall be made clear," Genma Saotome yelled, picking Ranma up and then tossing him down, down into that black pit. "Once you have endured this, you shall learn the ultimate form of martial art!"
Ranma lands inside without hurting himself even a little. After all, he'd long since mastered sticking a landing. Trouble was that he couldn't see further than the nose on his face, but he sure could hear. Purring. Meowing. Yowling. Unmistakably feline sounds all around him.
"Nice kitties!" Ranma called out, waiting for his eyes to adjust and for the training to begin. More yowling. A little hissing. Something rubbed up against his leg. "Good kitties!" Now something was licking the back of his hand. "Uh, pops? Am I supposed to feed the cats the fish?"
Suddenly, he was knocked over onto his back. There was a dreadful weight sitting on his chest! It was hard to breath, but at the very least his eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness. Something licked at his face, something pawed around his head. Then his eyes finished adjusting.
It was... a really pretty girl with blueish hair and cat ears, a matching tail, and a too tight white leotard that almost looked like a deflated gi. She purred affectionately, then rubbed her cheek up against his.
"Ranma, meet your future wife." Genma pronounced in a serious tone.
That got him moving! Ranma pushed her off and rolled to the side and scrambled to his feet, only to come face to face with another pretty girl, this one with long purple hair, as well as matching cat ears and tail. Her leotard somehow reminded Ranma of a Chinese dress.
"Ranma, meet your and your future wife's slave." Genma pronounced in an identical tone hinting that this was something normal human beings did.
"G-Guh!" Ranma began to backpedal. "P-Pops! What kind of insane training is this?! G-Get me out of here, right now!"
Another face popped into view. Yet another catgirl! This one had a face that looked much more familiar to him, though he'd be damned if he could place it. It was weird, she had the same kind of pigtail he wore, except her hair was tinged red. As were her cat-accessories, though her leotard was more obviously red, with little yellow markings that almost looked like clasps down the middle.
"And this is your cursed form," Genma announced, though this time in a more lamenting fashion.
"Nyaaaa!" Ranma's kitty cursed form yowled, as full of affection for him as the other two. Which was a hell of a lot of affection! Both of them were around his legs by this point, rubbing up against him and pawing at his trousers. Ranma tried desperately to back away, but his cursed form grabbed hold of his head, keeping him trapped, unable to do anything but stare into her gorgeous eyes. "Purrrrr!"
"C-Cut that out!" Ranma protested. The blue haired kitty got her paw into his trouser's waistline, and began to tug them down. Ranma grabbed her paw and pulled it away, but no sooner had he done that than the purple haired minx had done the same thing on the other side! "I said cut that out!" he yelled, once again pushing her mittens away from his goodies!
"Nyaaaaa!" all three mewled at once. Then to Ranma's surprise they got all pouty at him. Eh? What in the world was that all -
Suddenly Ranma was standing on top of the pit edge a second time, with his father dabbing paste on his cheeks and his bare chest. "Uh, pops. This stuff reeks!" he protested, oblivious to the time skipping that normally occurs within a dream. "Look, I don't want to go back down there. It was really weird yesterday!"
"Nonsense! It's all part of the training!" Genma answered. Then picked him up and dumped him in without a second thought. "It didn't work yesterday, but it's sure to work today!"
They wasted no time at all today. All three of them jumped him immediately, and his eyesight adjusted much quicker this time around. All three of the catgirls were on all fours, though some of those fours were being used to pin down his stomach as they set about licking the paste off his chest and cheeks, with all three of them looking right in his eyes as they did so.
"H-Hey, that tickles!" Ranma tried his best not to laugh or thrash around too much, but it sure wasn't easy! Especially since all three of them made concentrated efforts to get their paws into the top of his trousers. "And you can leave that alone too! Hey! There's no paste in my belly button, stop that!"
"Nyaaaa!" the blue and purple haired catgirls mewled, pouting at him again before turning away, and then turning their attention towards the pigtailed catgirl, who was sitting on her haunches with her nose turned up. The other two started rubbing against her, which made a seemingly involuntary happy meow come out. Ranma stared at them, feeling completely baffled by their behaviour.
Pigtailed catgirl patted the other two girls on the head. The purple haired one squealed with delight, while the blue haired one straight up tackled the pigtailed catgirl.
“H-hey don’t fight!” Ranma shouted, standing up and getting ready to pull them apart… “Huh?” Getting a closer look, he saw that what they were doing would not be called fighting by any definition. Their lips were mashed together, and Ranma could see their tongues pushing out into the others mouths. Their paws were starting to wander, slipping under their leotards!
“W-woah!” Ranma jumped away from them. That.. well that was a sight! And they were doing it right in front of him!
“Nimeow!” It was a running tackle! The purple one and Ranma rolled around for a few seconds before Ranma found himself being pinned to the ground by her. “H-hey…!” His face reddened. The catgirl on top of him was looking at him with a look of pure affection, leaning down and giving him the same kind of kiss the other two were doing.
Oh man, this was way too much! “Greeoff!” he shouted, an impressive feat considering another tongue was in his mouth. With a shove he forced her off him. “Ah… oh man…” He froze at the look on her face. She was about to cry! And… and was that a knife?”
“Nooeow!” Blue haired was on Purple in a flash. Letting out comforting sounds she started kissing the purple haired one, whose expression shifted back to happy with paws wandering under outfits.
“Err… what?” What was going on? The pigtailed catgirl was next to him again, giving him this strange deadpan expression. “What? What did I do?” He asked. Her expression was clearly calling him an idiot!
She rolled her eyes, “You dumbass,” she said suddenly speaking like a normal human, “They-”
Ranma was up by the edge of the pit again, this time naked as the day he was born with fishcakes strapped around his thighs, biceps, neck and dangling in front of his junk.
"Pops, I really don't see how this is supposed to be training!" Ranma yelled, sounding incredibly panicked. He tried to grab his clothes and run away, but his father was still much, much too fast for him and into the pit he went.
"This time you shall get it!" Genma roared.
Ranma landed on the pit and gulped nervously. He could already hear them. Skulking about. Making cat noises. This time he could see right away, and this time he turned around to see - the blue haired one with her leg raised behind the back of her head, running her tongue from thigh to ankle. She looked at him for a moment. Ranma gulped. Then she turned around and kept right on doing what she was doing, as if deliberately ignoring him.
"Eh? Not hungry today?" Ranma sighed in relief. "Thank goodness!" Now, where were the other two? A faint noise caught his attention, and sure enough he found the purple haired catgirl scratching her claws up against the side of the pit. Her body was stretched out, her back arched as though she were hanging on for dear life, and her butt was swaying back and forth as she scratched. She noticed his attention, stuck out her tongue and then continued scratching.
As for the pigtailed catgirl, she was curled up in a ball, feigning sleep in the corner. Due to their positions in the pit they made an equilateral triangle with Ranma square in the middle. All three were ignoring him. Not that he minded. No sir! Not after the weird things they had put him through of late!
... Damn his pride anyway!
"Hey! Why the hell are you guys ignoring me?!" Ranma demanded. "Look, I've even got yummy fishcakes! Mmm, yummy fishcakes! Get 'em while they're strapped to a hot boy!"
"Rarrr... It's not food we're hungry forrrrr!" the blue hailed catgirl purred. She stopped licking herself and got up onto all fours, wagging her tail around at him. "Be a good husband."
Ranma blushed and turned away, only to find that the purple haired cat was making much the same motion, thrusting her leotard clad ass in his direction. "Be good master!"
"And if you don't have it in you to be either of those things?" asked the last catgirl, the one with a pigtail just like his. She uncurled from her sleeping posture and rose to her full height, easily standing on two legs. "Then I'll have to do it for you. Nya!"
Ranma blinked and stared out into the pit. Was it his imagination or were there more eyes shining in the darkness? "Meowster!" he heard. "Dyaaarling!" he heard from a different voice, coming from a different direction. "Meowster!" mewled the same voice as the first, but from yet again another direction. It took Ranma a while to realise, to notice what was happening. There were more of them. More of the blue and purple haired catgirls, crawling seductively on all fours from out of the pit. There was something in their eyes that stopped him cold, made it so hard for him to do anything. To move, to speak, to even think!
But then he had the thought! He grabbed for the fishcake around his neck. Except it was gone! In its place was a leotard, and on his hands were furred gloves. Panic rising in his throat, Ranma reached up to his head and found a pair of cat ears, then felt something swishing around his legs. A tail! He'd been turned into a catboy without him even noticing! He clasped his cheeks and screamed to the heavens -
Then sat up in bed drenched in a cold sweat. Weird! It felt like he'd just had a bad dream, but he couldn't remember what was in it at all! On the other hand he was also sporting some serious morning wood, so it couldn't have been that unpleasant. Oh well. It probably wasn't anything major. Ranma sighed, and completely failed to notice that it came out sounding like "Meow."
- Akane notices Ranma is adopting oddly catlike mannerisms and starts getting concerned.
- The anti-Ranma club sets about their sinister plan!
- Kasumi has her own plan to encourage her sister's happiness.
- Nabiki prepares to sell Ranma down the river.
- Something else
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