Chapter Seven: The Chapter Ranma Hopes Will Never Become Public
"Nabiki! How could you!" Akane demanded.
"How could I what?" Nabiki eyed Akane with an arched eyebrow
"How could you sell Kuno those drugs when you know he'd use them to…to…to do that to poor Ranma!"
"A few thousand yen goes a long way sis!" Nabiki added, "Besides, since when were you so concerned about what happens to Ranma? Do you really love him/her deep down inside?"
Akane paused momentarily – Nabiki had hit her where she was weakest, "No! I don't love that insensitive jerk!" Then, "But still, as a girl I can't let that happen to another girl, even if she is half-boy! I have to rescue Ranma!" She stood up and was about to charge across the room.
But Nabiki grabbed her, her voice impatient, "Akane wait," Nabiki stared at Akane intently for a few seconds, collecting her thoughts and organizing a line of attack – she had to prevent Akane from interfering before she could gather more suggestive (and misleading) pictures of Ranma and Kuno, "Akane, what about Ranma's feelings if you jump in and save her from Kuno again? Keep in mind; you're supposed to be the damsel in distress in her mind. Ranma has virtually nothing over Kuno except that she can beat him up – Kuno is more popular at school, he has better marks in class, his parents are richer, he has brighter future – but if Ranma can't even physically take down Kuno, what about her pride? How could she even show herself in school again?" Nabiki finished, her speech may have been a bunch of crap, but for an impromptu item, it just may work – especially on her younger (and more innocent) sister.
Judging by the expression on Akane's face, it did. Akane bit her lip, and her lips trembled in hesitation, she took a final desperate glance at Ranma and Kuno.
Nabiki, seizing the opening, went further on the offensive, "Can you really take the once chance Ranma has to redeem him/herself from her? Ranma isn't much out of martial arts, but if she fails even at that, how can she ever even hold her head up again? Ranma may already be half-girl, but you'll totally unman him if you walk over there."
Akane lowered her head in acquiescence and quietly allowed herself to by pulled down back into her seat by a secretly smiling Nabiki. Akane sulked in her seat, refusing to glimpse across to Ranma, stupid Ranma, she thought to herself, always getting yourself into stupid things like this…Akane sighed, "Oh well, at least her mom won't know about this…"
"We can fix that!" Nabiki muttered gaily under her breath as she set up a tripod and began rolling camera.
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Now, Nabiki was quite right when she claimed the aphrodisiac she sold to Kuno was strong. It wouldn't have been almost banned by the Geneva Convention in 93 if it had been weak. So strong are its powers that legends (more like stories 40 year old virgins tell each other) claim that no girl, guy, animal, and some trees were able to resist the incredible power of this drug. Once taken, the drug was said to even overtake the normal inhibitions and taboos, and there was only one way for the victim to be released from its grips (although the reason for it has eluded scientists for decades).
But that's neither here nor there on Ranma's mind.
Instead, on the other side of the coffee shop, Ranma even had no idea that Akane and Nabiki were in the room, by this point she hardly notice the cacophony about the entire shop.
Instead, a strange ticklish sensation was creeping about her blood; it felt as if spiders were crawling inside her, especially around her more sensitive areas. The room sudden felt as if someone had cranked up the temperature a few hundred degrees, and though Ranma felt no sweat on her brow, she felt incredibly hot. Worse yet, her blouse seemed to be getting tighter and tighter, the fabric, normally smooth, was now coarse and rough as it brusquely brushed against her soft skin.
"What's happening?" She muttered to herself.
Maybe, she thought carelessly, maybe if I just unbutton my blouse slightly, no one will notice. But as her fingers went to work on the buttons, they couldn't help but brush against her breasts – especially that tender and sensitive area on each of them.
A moan escaped her lips. And immediately, she felt her face color with a soft rosy pink. Ranma's hands dropped to her lap, her blouse slightly unbuttoned to reveal a bit of her milky white breasts. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Kuno staring at her.
What am I doing! Ranma angrily chided herself.
Turning to Kuno, she tried to pitch her voice low and demanding, but instead, it came out sounding helpless and breathless, "Kuno…" It was practically a moan, "What did you do to me?"
Kuno didn't answer; he too was struggling against the effects of the drugs Ranma slipped in his drink.
But Ranma didn't notice. Instead, Ranma's felt trapped by the intense black of his eyes. Suddenly, it was as if Kuno was so much larger than before, and comparatively, she felt smaller and more helpless. Any moment now, Kuno could simply grab her in his strong and muscular grip and throw her down on the floor.
Then it dawned on her where her thoughts were flowing, Oh what the hell! Damn this girl body with these stupid thoughts! The male-Ranma screamed within her mind, C'mon Ranma, you're stronger than this!
But the boyhood seemed miles away as she found herself staring at Kuno. She could almost see it – Kuno would throw me down onto the floor, and then he'll pin me down with his body, Ranma imagined Kuno's body to be hard and muscular, she could almost smell the essence – the rough stink of sweat and cologne – of a man, then, his strong fingers will rip up my clothe and I'll be naked right under him, Ranma could seemingly feel his callused hands roughly tracing the curves of her lithe body, Kuno's hardness (of his muscles) pressing against her, probing at her unprotected flesh, ready to make her his. And then…and then, he'll…he'll…
Oh my god! What's going on!
Ranma didn't particularly know what Kuno would do to her (she was spared sex education due to being taken on a lengthy martial arts trip into China and thus away from school and knowledgeable perverts therein). Consequently, she didn't know why, when her hand lightly squeezed her thigh in excitement, a girlish squeal escaped her lips. Or, for that matter, why the gentle touch had sent that bolt of electricity through her body and dance right in that sensitive area between her legs.
Shyly, timidly, she raised her head to meet Kuno's eyes, his rugged masculinity shinning on his face, "Kuno…" She began, timidly, "What…what will you do to me?" As soon as those words escaped her lips, she chided herself, Eww, why do you have to sound so unmanly!
Kuno's voice was monotone – he was obviously under the effect of his drug, "Whatever is asked of me, my Pigtailed Goddess." Almost instinctively, innocently, he laid a hand on Ranma's leg as a gesture of servitude.
But the effect was explosive, at Kuno's touch, a burst of lightning flared from Ranma's legs to the rest of her body. Immediately, the last of the manliness and boyhood was flushed out of her, and now, for the first time in her life, nothing but estrogen and womanliness flowed in her blood – she was fully a girl. And before she knew it, she was in Kuno's arms, "Take me my big strong man!"
From across the room, Akane and Nabiki exchanged astonished glances; the unspoken exclamation hanging in the air, did Ranma just say what I think she said! In front of all these people too!
"Hey!" The voice of an annoyed sales clerk from behind the counter called out to Kuno, "Hey you! Yeah, you, the guy wearing the red-haired thing, don't you be doing that crap down here. Go upstairs and get a room you jackass!" He gestured to the door that contained the stairwell.
Kuno, under the influence of the powerful drugs, ignored the unprovoked rudeness and responded in a monotone voice, "Yes sir, I shall obey immediately." Picking up Ranma as if she was a mere feather, he dashed to the stairway door and was gone before either Akane or Nabiki could as much as blink.
"Ranma!" Akane called as they disappeared, "Snap out of it!"
But Ranma neither heard nor cared, she was far too drugged up to notice anything other than the man who held her and a most unexplainable aching she felt between her legs. She knew well that as soon as they reach an empty room, this rough man would throw her to the ground, rip off her clothe, and then totally possess and ravish her body, "Oh Kuno!" She cried out.
Before she knew it, Ranma found herself lying helpless on a cold wooden floor locked in a dimly lit room with a sweaty and breathless but incredibly eager Kuno.
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30 minutes later.
"What do you thirty minutes later!" Akane screamed at Nabiki, "and why did you bold-face your line instead of using the standard quotation marks (and what happen to your speaker tag)!"
"I mean," Nabiki said exasperatedly, "we'll go up thirty minutes later."
"Why! Do you have any idea what Kuno might be doing to poor Ranma!" Akane cried, sometimes, even she couldn't believe the depth of Nabiki's greed and taste for vengeance.
"I've a pretty good idea," Nabiki said dryly, "they're probably discussing martial arts, stuff like unguarded flanks, breeching of openings, thrust, and penetration."
"Well!" Akane was practically foaming at the mouth, "How can you, my own sister, be so evil!" She added, "Besides, don't you want your pictures?"
"I'm waiting for Kuno's weak will drug to wear off, the scene would look more appealing to my customers," She smirked, but, upon seeing the look of fury on Akane face, sighed, "Oh relax Akane," Nabiki said dismissively, "The aphrodisiac Kuno feed to Ranma wears off immediately when he gets her naked, which is possibly why it never got popular in the real world (and probably why I bought it at such a cheap price)."
"Kuno will get Ranma naked!"
"Yes, that should humble her enough without lasting damage, Ranma may not be the brightest, but she can take care of herself in the real world." Nabiki said confidently.
Akane didn't share Nabiki's faith in Ranma's abilities, "But this is a anime!"
"Oh my god, you're right (that's some serious profanity, Akane!)," Nabiki visibly paled as the reality (or lack thereof) of the situation dawned on her, "If hentai teaches us anything, Kuno probably already sweated out his weak will drug, and no matter how much stronger Ranma could ever be, as a naked girl trapped in a small room with a horny guy, there's no way she can win."
As if to confirm their worst nightmare, the Ranma wired radio kicked in, Ranma's voice, pitched lower than normal to keep from trembling, was nevertheless frightened, "Kuno…stop it! Let go of me you sick bastard!"
Kuno's response was too fuzzy to make out, Akane and Nabiki could only exchange glances in worry.
Ranma's answer, however, was much more unequivocal, "Eww! No! Get that away from – mmmph!" Kuno must've covered her mouth.
"Oh, that Kuno," Nabiki said in mild disbelief, "being so forceful. He must want Ranma bad…let Kuno have his way with female Ranma. The poor guy needs a break for once ."
Akane glowered at Nabiki, and then she turned and ran toward the stairwell calling out, "Ranma, I'm coming!"
Nabiki smirked as she followed her sister, "That's Kuno's line."
Author's Notes: I guess I pushed off the inevitable long enough…Poor Ranma indeed! Next chapter will definitely be messy (not to mention smelly)! There's quite a bit of the dirtier jokes in this chapter, please do tell me if you, dear reader, managed to catch them.