There was something niggling at the back of Hikaru Gosunkugi's mind right now. Something about the situation he was in that seemed important, on the tip of his tongue, but he just could not quite reach it.

To summarise: He was in his bedroom giving a presentation to his fellow club members regarding the potential weakness of Ranma Saotome. To this effect, Alice had brought along a projector that she had... For some reason, with pictures taken by Hikaru himself and Kyoko earlier on being shown on the back wall.

"S-So!" he began, a truly stellar start. He adjusted his collar and used a pointing stick to point directly at the goofy face Ranma made just before jumping away from Akane. "This is the face of the enemy. Notice how his brow is furrowed, and his eyes wider open than usual. Wh-What are these telltale signs of?"

"Anger!" Kyoko and Alice answered at once. Then, as one, turned towards each other and stuck out their tongues. His two fellow club members were sitting on his bed to watch his demonstration. But... Anger? Huh! Actually Hikaru had assumed he was afraid... But no, on second thought a big brute like that couldn't be frightened so easily. They'd already demonstrated that with their tests.

"Right, angry..." Hikaru mumbled. "Um... In addition to that," he clicked and the image changed to show Shampoo dunking a cute cat into a bath. "This inexplicable action took place shortly before the enemy arrived at the Tendo residence. It may be relevant given her actions earlier in the clubroom, but I can't figure out why she would - "

Kyoko stuck up her hand. "It's obvious isn't it?" Kyoko sniffed. "Haven't you ever heard? Sometimes Chinese restaurants like to serve up cat as if it's chicken. They'll grab stray kitties and kill them for their meat."

The other two stared at her in mute silence. Actually, Hikaru had never heard of that before.

"What kind of urban legend nonsense is that?" Alice asked, grabbing Kyoko in a headlock and giving her a noogie. While sitting on Hikaru's bed. Something about that was really eating at him, but why? "Huh? I bet you can't even prove that kind of thing! I bet it is like that one study you tried to show me which said that ninety percent of all Doctor's diagnoses are wrong. Who would even know you idiot?!"

"Well, why else would that Chinese bimbo try to drown a kitty?!" Kyoko retorted, reaching up and pulling on Alice's hair. "It is just lucky that Akane was there to stop her!"

"Shampoo is not a Chinese bimbo!" Alice yelled back. "Well... Maybe she is, but you don't have to sound so condescending about it! A body like that must yuri!"

"Silly perverted foreign girl! Yuri is not a verb! "

"Give me five minutes and I'll change your mind!"

Ah, that's what it was! Hikaru thumped a fist into his open hand in a true eureka moment: There were two girls sitting on his bed! In his room! All alone with him! Sure, he wouldn't normally want to touch either of them with a ten foot pole - someone else's ten foot pole at that - because of how crazy they were, but right now the two girls were practically in each other's laps and about to kiss if they scooched so much as an inch closer -

A pillow hit him in the face.

"In both of your dreams," Kyoko stuck out her tongue, then smoothed her hands out down the sides of her body. "This body is reserved for the pleasure of Akane Tendo only. So, why did Saotome leap away from Akane like that all of a sudden?"

"I dunno," Alice scowled. "I don't understand that boy at all."

"Maybe it had something to do with the cat?" Hikaru lamely suggested. Though to be honest he was still a bit stuck on the idea that two girls - two kind of cute (if completely loco) girls actually - were sitting on his bed of their own volition. Was this really happening or just some weird dream? "Uh... Maybe he was so angry to see the cat in such a condition that he leaped back reflexively?"

A brief moment of silence here. If they had kept to Hikaru Gosunkugi's thinking, maybe they would have reached the correct answer: That Ranma was drowning in an ocean of ailurophobia with no hope of rescue. But instead...

"That makes sense!" Alice yelped. "Ranma Saotome... Is a cat lover!"

"Well... I suppose nobody's imperfect..." groused Kyoko. "But still, how do we use this? It's not much of a weakness, is it?"

"Dummy!" Alice sniffed. "Where there's a will, there's a way."

Indeed there is. Much the same way that where there's idiots, there's usually a farce coming down the pipeline.


In the meantime, it was Akane Tendo's favorite time of the day: Bathing with Shampoo! Now, what we have in this scenario is a case of "ultimate envy", should anyone at school ever learn of it. Pretty much every boy and every girl would have felt themselves in a terrible dilemma upon learning of it. Should they be envious of Akane, envious of Shampoo, or envious of any insects that happened to flit by able to see this glorious visage within their short lives?

Of course only true perverts would want to indulge in the wonder and the glory of this private and intimate spectacle. So let's, shall we?

It begins with the girls disrobing. Akane would request Shampoo to disrobe first, and her willing slave would do so at once. There was no shaking of ass or grinding of hips, no erotic teasing performed by the Chinese girl. And for that Akane was rather grateful. She did not take kindly to teasing and so this was rather her favorite kind of stripshow. To the point and oooh yes please. No matter how many times she saw Shampoo naked it was never, ever enough.

Once that was done Shampoo would undress Akane. Starting with her socks and then moving up her body, removing item by item until Akane was methodically and quickly undressed. Standing there before her sexy slave as naked as she was.

Normally Akane would revel in every single moment of this. Not so much today though. Today, she was fuming mad and even Shampoo's alluring flesh, yielding curves, sensually appealing body and cute face was not enough to bring her down.

"Honestly!" she snapped while Shampoo lifted the uniform's dress over Akane's head. "That stupid old man! Ranma's father is a total idiot!"

"And we have proof now," Shampoo said. She had Akane's clothes all gathered up and walked over to the corner of the bathing area, putting them away to keep them dry. "Only total idiot use this technique. It say so in instructions, so must be true!"

"Yeah," Akane nodded, watching Shampoo's retreating figure with a deeply furrowed brow. Nope, even that wasn't cheering her up. "The only good thing about that man is his son. It's a miracle Ranma turned out so well."

Shampoo peered at Akane over her shoulder and smiled about... Something. Probably her intentions at making the two of them into a proper item. Whatever, right now Akane was so thoroughly pissed off at Genma that she was half tempted to march right up to Ranma and have her way with his girl form just to annoy that stupid panda!

Well, maybe not just to annoy that stupid panda... Ranma's girl form was about as hot as Shampoo... But never mind that, guh! She didn't want her first time to be when she was so angry at someone else! Maybe if she was angry at Ranma, she'd heard that angry-sex was awesome, but not when she was thinking of someone else.

As per the routine the two girls had established, Shampoo sat on the stool first. Akane then set about scrubbing down Shampoo's delightful body, taking special care around those splendid breasts. And occasionally rubbing her own against Shampoo's back by 'accident'.

"Felt good to beat up dumb panda..." Shampoo sighed. "Ah, Lady Akane, still too rough. Must learn to touch others more tenderly."

"Sorry..." Akane sniffed. She meant it, but it probably didn't sound like she did. "I'm just so... Angry! Poor Ranma, having to put up with a crippling fear of cats." Even if Ranma having some weak spot after being seemingly invulnerable for all the time she had known him was kind of cute... did it have to be tiny fluffy cats of all things!?

She finished up, and like always her hands complained that they didn't get as much the chance to feel that body as they might have liked. Ah, but now they were able to switch places! Now Shampoo was the one cleaning Akane's body, and the former warrior girl may have been physically stronger than Akane, but she also knew how to exercise tenderness, with a good understanding of shiatsu. This knowledge made this not so much a clean down but a massage.

"Yes, is too too much a shame..." Shampoo scowled. Her fingers found a point in Akane's back that made the girl momentarily forget what anger even was, no matter that she should be feeling it. "He strong warrior, but hindered by dumb weakness."

"What was even the point of the technique?" Akane half asked, half moaned. She arched her back, trying to make it touch Shampoo, but the slave seemed content to stay a little too far away for that to work.

"Shampoo not sure," she said. "Seems dumb. It make association in victim mind about cat be bad. Be afraid of kitty. Too too bad!"

Akane was too lost in Shampoo's cleaning to notice a twinkle forming in the slave's eye. "Form association..." Shampoo repeated, seemingly to herself. "If make association with kitty that not bad... Make good thoughts about kitty, maybe cure Master Ranma?"

"Mmph, that would be nice," Akane agreed. Shampoo squeezed her shoulders. "Ah! Ooh, did you have something in mind?"

"Maybe..." Shampoo mused, moving the washcloth down Akane's arm, then leaning in to rest her head on Akane's shoulder. "Shampoo have plan may work..."

Which was why, later on, when Ranma returned to his bedroom he found two girls he really, really wanted to have sex with crawling around on all fours wearing damp leotards, cat ears, cat tails and not a stitch else.


Let us backtrack a little, to a short time before Ranma entered the room.

How Shampoo had gotten the dark blue leotard was rather simple. Akane, taking full advantage of her bathing privileges, had Shampoo dress her. So Shampoo simply took out the outfit and put it on her Lady. The damp dark blue leotard exposed every bit of Akane's trim figure, and the ears and tail made her looks really cute. Shampoo's matching purple leotard and kitty set was also a delight to the eyes.

Now as to where Shampoo got these "outfits?" Some questions don't need to be answered.

"What are we doing?" Akane asked once they were safely shut away in Ranma's room.

"Simple Master think of bad things with cats, so we show him good things to think about when see cats!" Shampoo said.

"Oh." Akane said, "Are you sure that will work?" Akane could detect a few holes in that logic. Actually a lot of holes. OK, it was more like a single large hole with a thin veneer of an idea resembling logic forming the edge of the hole.

"Shampoo make it work." She said, "Just need Lady Akane to make sure Master calm and happy."


Ranma entered his room grumbling.

Or, to be more accurate, Ranma entered her room grumbling.

She was a girl at this point. Because Genma had decided that since the Cat Fist had been revealed Ranma's training needed to start over in an attempt to overcome the "shame." So a lot of fighting the idiot patriarch of the Saotome family, which ended with both of them drenched koi pond water.

After spitting out the poor fish, and decking his panda-dad, Ranma marched up to his room. Which Genma had been forbidden from entering ever since the Massage, Shampoo just would not allow it. (He had taken to sleeping in Soun's room.) All she wanted to do was change into something dry and comfortable and be free of idiot Pandas.

So he opened the door, only to find the sight mentioned earlier. Akane and Shampoo, the two sexiest girls he knew and the protagonists of a lot of his dreams recently. Sitting on the bed, damp, in leotards a size too small for their figures. With cat ears and tails.

"Ni-meow Master!" Shampoo said brightly.

"Purrfect timing," Akane said. She waved a paw at him. "Check meowt!"

Ranma's face became what it would look like if a blue screen of death were anthropomorphized. She was so completely overwhelmed by two distinctly conflicting emotions that he didn't even register the fact that neither Shampoo or Akane's puns worked in Japanese, and hence could not snark about it.

Those two emotions did not tend to sit well together. Absolute mind and soul crushing terror did not tend to sit well in the same room as eternal gratitude to whatever deity made this happen. Actually, one might say that these two emotional reactions were even more severe enemies than happiness to sadness, or love to hate. Matters weren't exactly helped in the slightest when said hottest girls he'd ever met began to rub themselves up against her legs in a manner not entirely unlike that of a ca-ca-c-c-c-c-c-

"W-what are you d-doing?" Ranma managed to stutter out.

"Helping you." Akane said, before pouncing! Namely pushing Ranma onto the bed. Ranma's cursed form being shorter than Akane meant it was not unlike that of a larger predator pinning its small and cute prey down. "How are you feeling?"

How was she feeling? How the hell do you answer that question? OK there was the leotard leaving nothing to the imagination. Akane's nipples were jutting out through the fabric, bouncing along with the rest of her! But then she saw the ears! And the tail! And Shampoo was somehow purring as she circled around Ranma! There wasn't a word for the bizarre mix of terror and arousal!

From Akane's perspective, there was something to appreciate about the trembling girl with a shaky smile she was pinning down. Yes. Boy Type Ranma had his handsome appeal, with a great muscles and a confidence that made girls squeal. But the shy, unsure and overcompensating Girl Type Ranma was also a lot of fun. Akane didn't know what'd she'd like more long term but being on top of this cute little bundle was fun right now.

"It's OK Ranma, we're here for you." Akane leaned down, laying on top of her. Akane's breasts pressing against her fiancees. "We'll cure you of your tram-nya."

Before Ranma could notice and complain about another pun that wouldn't work if they were speaking Japanese Shampoo was behind Ranma, and Ranma's head found a pillow. With Akane's position both of them had a very up close view of Shampoo's chest. Straining against the purple leotard.

Also, Shampoo had a two bottles in her hands. One was a large bottle of water, the other was smaller with the number 911 printed on it. "Relaxed Master?"

"Uhhhhhh." Ranma said, unable to form many other words with the sensations of Akane on top of her and the close up sight of Shampoo. Shampoo decided that this was good enough and got to work. Her hands blurred as she within the space of thirty seconds untied Ranma's hair. She poured the water bottle over her head. She then poured some of the contents of the bottle onto Ranma's head, revealing it to be shampoo. A vigorous scrubbing of the scalp followed. Finally Shampoo used the remaining water to rinse Ranma's hair out, then tied Ranma's pigtail up again. She then pulled out a towel from somewhere and used it to dry her master off.

"Uhhhhhhhuh?" Akane snapped back into reality with the strange sight of Shampoo, well, shampooing Ranma.

"How Master feel?" Shampoo asked.

"How do I feel?" Ranma said. Her eyes flickered between Akane and Shampoo's chests. Then her eyes flicked back up to the toy ears and tails. They were... cute? Yes. Cute. That was the word to describe them. With that thought Ranma realized something, she wasn't afraid anymore.

Well, OK, a little afraid. But only because Ranma was currently the filling in a Catgirl sandwich. But the bursts of fear from the sight of tails and ears was gone… why had she ever been afraid of that? That seemed silly. Instead she concentrated on the feelings of Akane's chest against hers, the warmth of Shampoo's thighs. It felt… pretty damn good! "...Refreshed?" Yeah that's the biggest feeling. Ranma felt really refreshed.

"Master only remember cute happy kitties now." Shampoo said. "Feel nice having Lady Akane on body now right?"

Well, yeah, it felt nice right now. Akane, and Shampoo, were definitely "cute kitties" at the moment and they sure as hell were making Ranma feel happy.

"That's great!" Akane said, before pushing forward and giving Ranma a kiss. (After all, Ranma was a girl at the moment and thus, did not need to "man up" and make a move.) It did not take long for this to extend to mouths opening and a tongue or two being pushed out. Ranma's shirt became undone by the forceful making out, pressing cool skin against Akane's leotard.

Shampoo was completely nonplussed by two girls making out with one using her as a lap pillow. "Shampoo so happy Master cured!" She said, her breasts bouncing in a way her Masters really appreciated the view off as she clapped her hands with joy.


An hour later Ranma came down with Akane and Shampoo for dinner. All three were wearing pajamas. (Shampoo had been given her own pair by Kasumi last week), and all three looked fairly satisfied.

That's when, just as Ranma was sitting down to dinner, Genma sprung down from the ceiling. "Prepare yourself boy!" In his hands… was a cat! He pushed the cat into his currently female son's face.

Ranma stared at the annoyed looking kitty. Why had she ever been scared of this? Objectively Ranma remembered the Cat Fist and why she had been. But looking at the tiny animal she could see nothing to be afraid of.

Of course, that's when a pair of chui slammed into Genma's head, driving him into the ground.

"Mr. Saotome don't you have any decency!" Akane growled, pulling her arm up, "Thank's Shampoo." she said, returning the weapon to her.

"Panda Father too stupid." Shampoo said, withdrawing hers and accepting the other back from Akane. The cat was unharmed, and meowed at Ranma before walking towards the kitchen, hoping for some scraps from Kasumi.

"Waait… boy. You didn't run?" Genma stood up, his bandanna coming off thanks to the pair of lumps on his head.

"Of course not." Ranma said flatly.

"We cured Ranma." Akane said, hands on her hips and chest puffed out in pride.

"What… how?" Genma asked, "How did you manage to fix the boys weakness? I tried for years to do so!"

Shampoo handed Ranma a chui. He then used it. "Moron! You just kept shoving cats in my face at random times!"

"It secret." Shampoo said, "Shampoo and Akane never reveal."

Nabiki sighed, "Well I suppose that's fine." She hadn't even been able to think of a method to try and take advantage of Ranma's hilarious fear and he was already cured of it.

"It's good to see you helping Ranma out so much Akane." Kasumi said, setting out the dinner dishes.

Meanwhile, the cat walked across the veranda, ready to head off to the koi pond before Soun grabbed it. "Those fish aren't for you kitten."

The family laughed at the cute animal's antics. Except for Ranma. The more he looked at the cat… the more the images of Akane and Shampoo in those outfits came to her mind. The more her memories of their touch, their lips and soft skin pressed against her built up. Grateful that she was a girl at the moment and thus did not have to cross her legs to hide something dangerous, Ranma looked away from the cat, allowing the images to fade.


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."