Ranma the Amorous Over-sexed Nympho
"Ranma-sama, he's just a dirty old man. He doesn't mean anything!" Akane pleaded, making a vain attempt to get Ranma to back down from the challenge. Unfortunately, the Saotome was firm.
"No way, I got issued a challenge, and as a student of the Saotome Anything Goes School of Martial arts, I must answer ALL challenges. Even if they are made by perverted freaks of nature.
Akane got on her hands and knees, begging now, "Please, be reasonable. Once your other half gets into this... Think of all the innocents that will be caught up in this!" Akane went silent as she watched Ranma eye the glass of water in his hand, "Ra-Ranma-sama, just reconsider..."
Ranma sighed before replying, "Look, I wasn't planning on bringing her into this anyhow. If I'm gonna beat the ol' pervert, I'm doing it as a guy."
"AND HOW THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO DO THAT?!?" Akane yelled, finally venting her frustration, then looked down timidly for yelling.
"You know 'she's' gonna punish your for that one, "Ranma said with a half lidded gaze, then started gulping down his glass of water. Akane nodded without meeting her fiancée's eyes. Ranma had to wonder at the small smile on Akane's face as she started to tighten her thighs together. Truth be told, Ranma knew that it just wasn't possible, but if he could get one over the little troll before cold water hit him, he would be scott free. He was quite proud of his plan.
"Ranma-sama, when you're a guy, do you even... well...?"
"Uh, sure, what's there to it?" Ranma asked bringing the glass back to his mouth to finish the rest.
"Oh dear, I didn't see you there, Ra... er Akane's friend. Um, I have to.. um, is that a scuff of dirt? I must go clean it right away!"
The Redhead and Akane looked at each other puzzled.
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Ukyo looked intently at the book, then turned it sideways in bewilderment, then right side up again. Finally, the girl tossed the book over her shoulder, deciding not to give it any more thought. Nabiki saw the whole process, as she walked up to the chef behind the grill.
"What was that all about?" The middle Tendou daughter asked.
"Some blond guy gave me that book, thinking I was a boy. Guess the Jackass thought I liked boys or something."
Nabiki raised an eyebrow at the comment, the gesture not going unnoticed by Ukyo.
"Though, of COURSE I like boys! I AM one hundred percent woman!" Ukyo stated, making an attempted save with the reaffirmation of her orientation.
"You defiantly look womanly enough for me, but I wouldn't mind checking to be sure." Nabiki replied with a hungry grin, causing Ukyo to back away from the grill nervously, absently grabbing for her battle spatula.
Switching back to a more business appropriate facade, the shorthaired girl continued, "I have other business though. I understand Ranma and his father took advantage of you..." Nabiki let a slight smirk cross her face as the other girl let out a low growl, "They're doing that to my family now."
"Well, why don't you just kick them out?" Ukyo enquired.
"Not that easy, as long as my Dad believes that there's a chance for Ranma marrying any of us, they're staying put. And from the looks of things, my little sister is keeping the option open."
"So? What does that have to do with me?"
"You don't want to see the same thing that happened to you happen to my little sister, do you?"
Ukyo thought about it a bit, she didn't like the idea at all. She kind of liked Akane, and felt they could be friends. After all, she didn't have any since moving to Nerima, and it was time to make some, "Whatja got planned?"
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The first day of the contest came, and Ranma decided the first thing she needed to do, was get to know her opponent. What she observed made her scoff in contempt.
Happosai bounded from roof to roof, out of range of the outraged women storming behind him, "Whatta Haul! Whatta Haul!!!!"
"This is the limit of your perversion?" Ranma stated, clearly unimpressed when she intercepted the old master.
"Limits? We're just warming up!" Happosai chuckled, adjusting the rather slim and under stocked bag over his shoulder.
"Hmph, looks like your pickings are kinda small," Ranma chided.
"Oh really?" Happosai retorted with a smug grin, and then opened up his gi. Ranma's left eye twitched at the sight of all the layers of clothing the ancient pervert was wearing.
"I do NOT want those back," a feminine voice from the street stated, a slight queasiness underlying its tone.
Round to: Happosai
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Happosai flitted from girl to girl, flipping up their skirts and adding to his collection, much to the each of his victim's chagrins. He relished the attention he was receiving, so it was quite disserting when it was removed from him.
"Mommy! Look at the ponies!" One little girl exclaimed in glee. Pedestrians parted out of the way to allow a Romanesque chariot pulling a proudly grinning redhead and her much more subdued raven-haired cohort, each dressed in togas. As much a sight as the pair made, it was nothing compared to the ponies that pulled their chariot; the Furinkan gymnastics team, complete with bridles and tails that swished realistically.
Happosai had paused in mid leap as he was staring at his opponent, suspended in the act of taking yet another prize from a young girl, before gravity called him down to earth and made him commence landing by his face. Nerima's main street was exceptionally quiet, except for a young girl's childish glee and loud clapping at all the pretty, under clad, horses.
Round to: Ranma
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Happosai bound rooftop to rooftop, his bag of ill-gotten gain bouncing on his shoulder. This time no one gave him chase, and he was able to collect his choice of treasure without interference. The old master felt a tinge of disappointment, as part of the fun was being chased.
Ranma stoically watched the ancient pervert bound over the neighborhood, and gave a shudder. Even she had to admit, Happosai's latest stunt in lechery was most impressive. It's not everyone who can take such a beautiful, pure, and natural art such as nudism, and turn it into such a twisted, dirty, and wholly unnatural act of perversion.
Happosai laughed as he ran, the cool wind against his skin, and the feeling of parts jiggling that only the elderly can jiggle so well.
Round to: Happosai
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Ranma opened up a 'gentleman's' creamery....
Round to: Ranma
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The battle waged, each contestant gaining a point right after the other as they engaged in acts of perversion unlike anything seen publicly (and probably privately) in Japan.
Happosai's stunts ranged from blocking all the exits in a Feminist's convention, then spiking the punch with a powerful, and not to mention extremely illegal, aphrodisiac; to the 'Puke arousal' incident. Ranma had attempted to instigate acts in public, such as one that would be underlined in California state law in section 597f with intention towards a now over terrified dog of the neighbor's (even Happosai had to assist with putting a stop to that one, to despoiled Ranma-chan's body in such a manner not even he could tolerate).
At the moment, there was a standoff of sorts; neither party gaining an upper hand. Ranma and Akane outlined potential ideas in order to best their challenger, but found their listed options sorely lacking.
"Wow, you two are so evenly matched," Akane stated, taking a large gulp of Gatorade to help replenish her body liquids, Ranma's last act-slash-business venture really drained her.
Ranma finished his forth bottle of the sports drink in thirty minutes, and scowled. One upping the other pervert was getting to be difficult, though she took satisfaction that he seemed to be having as difficult time with it as the redhead. Ranma's index finger clicked down on the button of the peripheral in her hand, and studied the display in front of her intently.
"Hmm, that looks promising," commented Akane, watching the animated gif of the joys of circus midgets with oversized cowboy hats, bull horns, and water hoses.
"Na, the old goat probably has something similar in mind, he's about the right height," replied the redhead, before gulping down another bottle of liquid, "Damn dehydration."
"At least you're not experiencing stomach cramps," Akane stated, "Though I still feel a little... raw... down there."
Ranma clicked on another web link, and her face became solid with determination, "This will work."
"Huh? What is..." Akane voice was cut off, by the acrid taste of bile that was trying to force it's way up her throat.
Ranma stood up and started towards the door out of Akane's room. Before she reached it, she turned and tossed a shovel to the raven-haired girl, "There are two fresh plots in the cemetery, I'd rather not wait till dart to do..."
"NO!!!!!!" Akane tackled Ranma to the ground, earning her a furious glare from the smaller girl, "NO... MUNGE!!!!"
Ranma sighed before replying, "You're right, who knows what sorts of diseases you can get..."
Akane got up, and staggered towards the computer to remove the extremely disturbing image from the screen for the circus midgets. Her nausea was replaced by an aesthetic feeling of relief, as she watched the moving image, "Maybe they're able to do that so easily because of their height advantage..."
Ranma stomped up to the computer, "Would you get off the damn midgets already? We have a problem here!"
Akane became sheepish at her lover's sudden temper, "I-I'm sorry, Ranma-sama, I..."
"Save it, Akane, I'm not in the mood," Onna-Ranma grumbled, "I gotta figure out how to beat the old freak. The honor of the Saotome Anything Goes Sensual school of Martial Arts demands it!"
"Oh, do I hear that the great pervert, Ranma Saotome is..." Nabiki opened to door, her line of sight put directly to the animated gif on the screen, "stumped..."
"That's the word I'd use," Akane mumbled under her breath; she still had her attention locked on the picture.
"Not a word, you..." Ranma stormed out of the room, Akane quickly following her.
Nabiki edged towards the computer to see what they were looking at, her eyes opening larger slightly at the link that Ranma had highlighted. The middle Tendou sister left the room, feeling more than a little more disturbed with the lengths Ranma was willing to go to. She also realized that it might be time to bump up her plans, since Akane was being actively involved in this little contest also. Nabiki left the room to get everything set up.
Nabiki returned to Akane's room less than a minute later, book marked the link, then sent it to herself in email. She silently condemned herself for her curiosity.
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"Ranma-sama, Ranma-sama! Wait up!" Akane urged, trying to keep in step with the briskly walking redhead. Ranma was fuming, she was finding some of her more exorbant ideas being turned away and impeded; and if she wanted to prove herself, this could not go on.
"What... do you want, Akane?"
Akane took a few more gulps from her Gatorade bottle before replying, "You shouldn't be so upset. I mean, I know you'll beat Happosai."
Ranma turned around to retort, before seeing the almost idolizing expression on the raven-haired girl's face. The redhead's breath caught at the note of something a bit... more in her intent gaze, something that warmed her more than lust did.
"Akane, I..." Ranma-chan willed her heart to slow itself before continuing, "I... I guess."
"Don't guess, know you will," Akane's face turned into a hard look of determination, and she grabbed the sides of the redhead's face. Ranma's eyes shot wide at the different type of kiss Akane planted, and found herself melting into it, instead of attempting to dominate it.
"Akane..." Ranma breathed out, after the far more intimate moment than usual between them.
"VILE SUCCUBUS!!!" Ranma couldn't continue as she was forced to bend backwards away from a bokken slice that was trying to cut her off from Akane... at the elbows. Finding the moment interrupted. Onna-Ranma's eyes flashed a tinge of red before she attacked. Kuno had caught the quick change of color in the redhead's eyes, and jumped back to evade any fowl magics she may use, but not before he found his bokken snapped off at the handle.
"Kuno, here," Ryoga calmly walked up to the kendoist, hand handed him a new bokken, before brandishing his combat umbrella.
"HEY!" Ranma shouted, as she was suddenly rushed by two fighters wielding weapons.
"It's for your own good, Ranma," Shouted Ryoga, as he committed to a forward stab.
"Aye. Stand still my fleet footed and misguided dark angel of the netherworld, so that we may pummel yon darkness from your soul, and bring you to the side of heaven," commanded Kuno as he made a vertical swing to compliment Ryoga's attack. Ranma deftly somersaulted over both of them to land some distance away. Before landing, Ranma's eyes went wide at the sight of Ukyo idly fingering her spatulas in her bandoleer with her right hand, and holding her larger combat spatula at ease in her right.
Ranma-chan twisted through the barrage of projectiles, and planted her hands on the head of the spatula when Ukyo made a horizontal swing. Ranma flipped over the girl dressed as a boy, and ducked under the follow through Ukyo made as she continued her swing in 360 degrees.
"What gives, Ukyo?"
"What? You think I'm gonna pass on a free opportunity to pound the pervert?" Ukyo said with a smile.
"Though the might of Kuno needs not assistance, your intervention, handsome warrior, is welcomed," Kuno walked up to the side of Ukyo. Ryoga said nothing as he walked to Ukyo's other side.
"Can't we discuss this over some heavy petting?" Ranma asked hopefully. Her answer was a dog pile.
Akane stood, blinking at the ordeal, almost missing the older model blue Honda civic that skidded towards her, just barely missing her in turn.
"HEY! WHAT?!?" was as far as Akane got, before she was gagged, hog tied, and pulled roughly into the back seat, before the vehicle quickly took off.
"Hmm, that's gonna leave a mark in the morning," Ranma commented.
Ukyo stopped, and looked towards Kuno, who was still pounding down upon the prone form. Ranma was squatting down with her arms crossed over her thighs, and perched upon the kendoist's cranium; watching intently at the damage that was being done to the body on the ground. Ukyo blinked, then looked down to see a badly battered Ryoga dancing with every blow struck down on him.
"Uh, Kuno?"
"What, my spatula wielding compatriot?" enquired Kuno, paused while holding his bokken in the air to rain down another blow. Ukyo said nothing as she pointed to the redhead a top his head.
"Hey, stud," Ranma replied cheerfully, while waving a hand in front of Kuno's face.
"DEMONESS!" Kuno shouted, attempting to bring the mock sword down upon the foolish succubus that was sitting on his head.
"You idiot..." Ukyo mumbled towards the unconscious boy.
"All three of you at once?" Ranma enquired, "Well, if you're all willing I mean after these two wake up..."
Ukyo took a quick look around, her two allies were out of it for the time being, but she noted Akane was missing. Ukyo had no delusions of taking Ranma by herself, and decided that she had fully served her purpose for the time being.
"That's okay, sugar. Maybe I'll take a rain check on that sometime." With that, Ukyo took to the rooftops. Ranma blinked, as she watched the other girl take off.
"Well, that was strange, Akane..." Ranma looked around, now noticing that the girl in question was missing.
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Akane managed to spit the gag out of her mouth, "DAD! NABIKI! KASUMI! What are you doing?" The youngest Tendou was settled across all three's laps as they sat in the back seat of the speeding vehicle.
"Well, Akane-chan, it's like this..." Kasumi started, twisting her hands together in nervousness.
"You're sick, and you need help," Nabiki finished for her older sister. Unfortunately, due to the haste of setting things up, she was settling for barely adequate assistance. Ranma just forced her hand, and he/she needed to be removed, quickly.
"MY LITTLE GIRL'S BEEN BRAINWASHED!!!!!!!" Soun wailed, before receiving his own gag. Nabiki gave a smile of gratitude towards the blond man in the passenger seat.
"Think nothing of it," stated Marvin with a warm smile, "Though I can comprehend his constant demasculization of himself because of his subconscious urges to..."
"Please, I'm driving here," Mike interrupted, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Oh, my apologies, Mike. And also our thanks for lending us your vehicle," the handsome blond man replied, before turning back to the passenger in the back seat, "Anyhow, perhaps this will help you understand your conflicting feelings, and assist you to a happier, more satisfactory life."
Soun let out an interesting grunt, as he took the blue book.
"This psychiatrist you recommended, he *is* good enough to help us with this, right?" Nabiki asked with a warning tone in her voice.
Marvin raised an eyebrow at the intended psuedo-threat, and replied, "Yes, he's very good, although his field is more in dealing with those who had been brainwashed in a cult environment, this should not be a challenge for him."
Nabiki gave a nod in satisfaction.
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Happosai watched, as Ukyo bounded off into the distance after the short battle. Ranma was perfect to take over the school; immense skill in the art, great analytical mind, and levels of perversion that he hadn't seen outside himself and Chinkensei. There was just one problem...
The wrong version of him had all the preferred qualifications.
Happosai chuckled to himself; it was such a small problem. He knew exactly what he could do to remedy the situation.
The old pervert bounded back to the Tendou household, forgetting about the contest in favor of grander plans.
"Ranma-sama, he's just a dirty old man. He doesn't mean anything!" Akane pleaded, making a vain attempt to get Ranma to back down from the challenge. Unfortunately, the Saotome was firm.
"No way, I got issued a challenge, and as a student of the Saotome Anything Goes School of Martial arts, I must answer ALL challenges. Even if they are made by perverted freaks of nature.
Akane got on her hands and knees, begging now, "Please, be reasonable. Once your other half gets into this... Think of all the innocents that will be caught up in this!" Akane went silent as she watched Ranma eye the glass of water in his hand, "Ra-Ranma-sama, just reconsider..."
Ranma sighed before replying, "Look, I wasn't planning on bringing her into this anyhow. If I'm gonna beat the ol' pervert, I'm doing it as a guy."
"AND HOW THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO DO THAT?!?" Akane yelled, finally venting her frustration, then looked down timidly for yelling.
"You know 'she's' gonna punish your for that one, "Ranma said with a half lidded gaze, then started gulping down his glass of water. Akane nodded without meeting her fiancée's eyes. Ranma had to wonder at the small smile on Akane's face as she started to tighten her thighs together. Truth be told, Ranma knew that it just wasn't possible, but if he could get one over the little troll before cold water hit him, he would be scott free. He was quite proud of his plan.
"Ranma-sama, when you're a guy, do you even... well...?"
"Uh, sure, what's there to it?" Ranma asked bringing the glass back to his mouth to finish the rest.
"Oh dear, I didn't see you there, Ra... er Akane's friend. Um, I have to.. um, is that a scuff of dirt? I must go clean it right away!"
The Redhead and Akane looked at each other puzzled.
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Ukyo looked intently at the book, then turned it sideways in bewilderment, then right side up again. Finally, the girl tossed the book over her shoulder, deciding not to give it any more thought. Nabiki saw the whole process, as she walked up to the chef behind the grill.
"What was that all about?" The middle Tendou daughter asked.
"Some blond guy gave me that book, thinking I was a boy. Guess the Jackass thought I liked boys or something."
Nabiki raised an eyebrow at the comment, the gesture not going unnoticed by Ukyo.
"Though, of COURSE I like boys! I AM one hundred percent woman!" Ukyo stated, making an attempted save with the reaffirmation of her orientation.
"You defiantly look womanly enough for me, but I wouldn't mind checking to be sure." Nabiki replied with a hungry grin, causing Ukyo to back away from the grill nervously, absently grabbing for her battle spatula.
Switching back to a more business appropriate facade, the shorthaired girl continued, "I have other business though. I understand Ranma and his father took advantage of you..." Nabiki let a slight smirk cross her face as the other girl let out a low growl, "They're doing that to my family now."
"Well, why don't you just kick them out?" Ukyo enquired.
"Not that easy, as long as my Dad believes that there's a chance for Ranma marrying any of us, they're staying put. And from the looks of things, my little sister is keeping the option open."
"So? What does that have to do with me?"
"You don't want to see the same thing that happened to you happen to my little sister, do you?"
Ukyo thought about it a bit, she didn't like the idea at all. She kind of liked Akane, and felt they could be friends. After all, she didn't have any since moving to Nerima, and it was time to make some, "Whatja got planned?"
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The first day of the contest came, and Ranma decided the first thing she needed to do, was get to know her opponent. What she observed made her scoff in contempt.
Happosai bounded from roof to roof, out of range of the outraged women storming behind him, "Whatta Haul! Whatta Haul!!!!"
"This is the limit of your perversion?" Ranma stated, clearly unimpressed when she intercepted the old master.
"Limits? We're just warming up!" Happosai chuckled, adjusting the rather slim and under stocked bag over his shoulder.
"Hmph, looks like your pickings are kinda small," Ranma chided.
"Oh really?" Happosai retorted with a smug grin, and then opened up his gi. Ranma's left eye twitched at the sight of all the layers of clothing the ancient pervert was wearing.
"I do NOT want those back," a feminine voice from the street stated, a slight queasiness underlying its tone.
Round to: Happosai
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Happosai flitted from girl to girl, flipping up their skirts and adding to his collection, much to the each of his victim's chagrins. He relished the attention he was receiving, so it was quite disserting when it was removed from him.
"Mommy! Look at the ponies!" One little girl exclaimed in glee. Pedestrians parted out of the way to allow a Romanesque chariot pulling a proudly grinning redhead and her much more subdued raven-haired cohort, each dressed in togas. As much a sight as the pair made, it was nothing compared to the ponies that pulled their chariot; the Furinkan gymnastics team, complete with bridles and tails that swished realistically.
Happosai had paused in mid leap as he was staring at his opponent, suspended in the act of taking yet another prize from a young girl, before gravity called him down to earth and made him commence landing by his face. Nerima's main street was exceptionally quiet, except for a young girl's childish glee and loud clapping at all the pretty, under clad, horses.
Round to: Ranma
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Happosai bound rooftop to rooftop, his bag of ill-gotten gain bouncing on his shoulder. This time no one gave him chase, and he was able to collect his choice of treasure without interference. The old master felt a tinge of disappointment, as part of the fun was being chased.
Ranma stoically watched the ancient pervert bound over the neighborhood, and gave a shudder. Even she had to admit, Happosai's latest stunt in lechery was most impressive. It's not everyone who can take such a beautiful, pure, and natural art such as nudism, and turn it into such a twisted, dirty, and wholly unnatural act of perversion.
Happosai laughed as he ran, the cool wind against his skin, and the feeling of parts jiggling that only the elderly can jiggle so well.
Round to: Happosai
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Ranma opened up a 'gentleman's' creamery....
Round to: Ranma
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The battle waged, each contestant gaining a point right after the other as they engaged in acts of perversion unlike anything seen publicly (and probably privately) in Japan.
Happosai's stunts ranged from blocking all the exits in a Feminist's convention, then spiking the punch with a powerful, and not to mention extremely illegal, aphrodisiac; to the 'Puke arousal' incident. Ranma had attempted to instigate acts in public, such as one that would be underlined in California state law in section 597f with intention towards a now over terrified dog of the neighbor's (even Happosai had to assist with putting a stop to that one, to despoiled Ranma-chan's body in such a manner not even he could tolerate).
At the moment, there was a standoff of sorts; neither party gaining an upper hand. Ranma and Akane outlined potential ideas in order to best their challenger, but found their listed options sorely lacking.
"Wow, you two are so evenly matched," Akane stated, taking a large gulp of Gatorade to help replenish her body liquids, Ranma's last act-slash-business venture really drained her.
Ranma finished his forth bottle of the sports drink in thirty minutes, and scowled. One upping the other pervert was getting to be difficult, though she took satisfaction that he seemed to be having as difficult time with it as the redhead. Ranma's index finger clicked down on the button of the peripheral in her hand, and studied the display in front of her intently.
"Hmm, that looks promising," commented Akane, watching the animated gif of the joys of circus midgets with oversized cowboy hats, bull horns, and water hoses.
"Na, the old goat probably has something similar in mind, he's about the right height," replied the redhead, before gulping down another bottle of liquid, "Damn dehydration."
"At least you're not experiencing stomach cramps," Akane stated, "Though I still feel a little... raw... down there."
Ranma clicked on another web link, and her face became solid with determination, "This will work."
"Huh? What is..." Akane voice was cut off, by the acrid taste of bile that was trying to force it's way up her throat.
Ranma stood up and started towards the door out of Akane's room. Before she reached it, she turned and tossed a shovel to the raven-haired girl, "There are two fresh plots in the cemetery, I'd rather not wait till dart to do..."
"NO!!!!!!" Akane tackled Ranma to the ground, earning her a furious glare from the smaller girl, "NO... MUNGE!!!!"
Ranma sighed before replying, "You're right, who knows what sorts of diseases you can get..."
Akane got up, and staggered towards the computer to remove the extremely disturbing image from the screen for the circus midgets. Her nausea was replaced by an aesthetic feeling of relief, as she watched the moving image, "Maybe they're able to do that so easily because of their height advantage..."
Ranma stomped up to the computer, "Would you get off the damn midgets already? We have a problem here!"
Akane became sheepish at her lover's sudden temper, "I-I'm sorry, Ranma-sama, I..."
"Save it, Akane, I'm not in the mood," Onna-Ranma grumbled, "I gotta figure out how to beat the old freak. The honor of the Saotome Anything Goes Sensual school of Martial Arts demands it!"
"Oh, do I hear that the great pervert, Ranma Saotome is..." Nabiki opened to door, her line of sight put directly to the animated gif on the screen, "stumped..."
"That's the word I'd use," Akane mumbled under her breath; she still had her attention locked on the picture.
"Not a word, you..." Ranma stormed out of the room, Akane quickly following her.
Nabiki edged towards the computer to see what they were looking at, her eyes opening larger slightly at the link that Ranma had highlighted. The middle Tendou sister left the room, feeling more than a little more disturbed with the lengths Ranma was willing to go to. She also realized that it might be time to bump up her plans, since Akane was being actively involved in this little contest also. Nabiki left the room to get everything set up.
Nabiki returned to Akane's room less than a minute later, book marked the link, then sent it to herself in email. She silently condemned herself for her curiosity.
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"Ranma-sama, Ranma-sama! Wait up!" Akane urged, trying to keep in step with the briskly walking redhead. Ranma was fuming, she was finding some of her more exorbant ideas being turned away and impeded; and if she wanted to prove herself, this could not go on.
"What... do you want, Akane?"
Akane took a few more gulps from her Gatorade bottle before replying, "You shouldn't be so upset. I mean, I know you'll beat Happosai."
Ranma turned around to retort, before seeing the almost idolizing expression on the raven-haired girl's face. The redhead's breath caught at the note of something a bit... more in her intent gaze, something that warmed her more than lust did.
"Akane, I..." Ranma-chan willed her heart to slow itself before continuing, "I... I guess."
"Don't guess, know you will," Akane's face turned into a hard look of determination, and she grabbed the sides of the redhead's face. Ranma's eyes shot wide at the different type of kiss Akane planted, and found herself melting into it, instead of attempting to dominate it.
"Akane..." Ranma breathed out, after the far more intimate moment than usual between them.
"VILE SUCCUBUS!!!" Ranma couldn't continue as she was forced to bend backwards away from a bokken slice that was trying to cut her off from Akane... at the elbows. Finding the moment interrupted. Onna-Ranma's eyes flashed a tinge of red before she attacked. Kuno had caught the quick change of color in the redhead's eyes, and jumped back to evade any fowl magics she may use, but not before he found his bokken snapped off at the handle.
"Kuno, here," Ryoga calmly walked up to the kendoist, hand handed him a new bokken, before brandishing his combat umbrella.
"HEY!" Ranma shouted, as she was suddenly rushed by two fighters wielding weapons.
"It's for your own good, Ranma," Shouted Ryoga, as he committed to a forward stab.
"Aye. Stand still my fleet footed and misguided dark angel of the netherworld, so that we may pummel yon darkness from your soul, and bring you to the side of heaven," commanded Kuno as he made a vertical swing to compliment Ryoga's attack. Ranma deftly somersaulted over both of them to land some distance away. Before landing, Ranma's eyes went wide at the sight of Ukyo idly fingering her spatulas in her bandoleer with her right hand, and holding her larger combat spatula at ease in her right.
Ranma-chan twisted through the barrage of projectiles, and planted her hands on the head of the spatula when Ukyo made a horizontal swing. Ranma flipped over the girl dressed as a boy, and ducked under the follow through Ukyo made as she continued her swing in 360 degrees.
"What gives, Ukyo?"
"What? You think I'm gonna pass on a free opportunity to pound the pervert?" Ukyo said with a smile.
"Though the might of Kuno needs not assistance, your intervention, handsome warrior, is welcomed," Kuno walked up to the side of Ukyo. Ryoga said nothing as he walked to Ukyo's other side.
"Can't we discuss this over some heavy petting?" Ranma asked hopefully. Her answer was a dog pile.
Akane stood, blinking at the ordeal, almost missing the older model blue Honda civic that skidded towards her, just barely missing her in turn.
"HEY! WHAT?!?" was as far as Akane got, before she was gagged, hog tied, and pulled roughly into the back seat, before the vehicle quickly took off.
"Hmm, that's gonna leave a mark in the morning," Ranma commented.
Ukyo stopped, and looked towards Kuno, who was still pounding down upon the prone form. Ranma was squatting down with her arms crossed over her thighs, and perched upon the kendoist's cranium; watching intently at the damage that was being done to the body on the ground. Ukyo blinked, then looked down to see a badly battered Ryoga dancing with every blow struck down on him.
"Uh, Kuno?"
"What, my spatula wielding compatriot?" enquired Kuno, paused while holding his bokken in the air to rain down another blow. Ukyo said nothing as she pointed to the redhead a top his head.
"Hey, stud," Ranma replied cheerfully, while waving a hand in front of Kuno's face.
"DEMONESS!" Kuno shouted, attempting to bring the mock sword down upon the foolish succubus that was sitting on his head.
"You idiot..." Ukyo mumbled towards the unconscious boy.
"All three of you at once?" Ranma enquired, "Well, if you're all willing I mean after these two wake up..."
Ukyo took a quick look around, her two allies were out of it for the time being, but she noted Akane was missing. Ukyo had no delusions of taking Ranma by herself, and decided that she had fully served her purpose for the time being.
"That's okay, sugar. Maybe I'll take a rain check on that sometime." With that, Ukyo took to the rooftops. Ranma blinked, as she watched the other girl take off.
"Well, that was strange, Akane..." Ranma looked around, now noticing that the girl in question was missing.
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Akane managed to spit the gag out of her mouth, "DAD! NABIKI! KASUMI! What are you doing?" The youngest Tendou was settled across all three's laps as they sat in the back seat of the speeding vehicle.
"Well, Akane-chan, it's like this..." Kasumi started, twisting her hands together in nervousness.
"You're sick, and you need help," Nabiki finished for her older sister. Unfortunately, due to the haste of setting things up, she was settling for barely adequate assistance. Ranma just forced her hand, and he/she needed to be removed, quickly.
"MY LITTLE GIRL'S BEEN BRAINWASHED!!!!!!!" Soun wailed, before receiving his own gag. Nabiki gave a smile of gratitude towards the blond man in the passenger seat.
"Think nothing of it," stated Marvin with a warm smile, "Though I can comprehend his constant demasculization of himself because of his subconscious urges to..."
"Please, I'm driving here," Mike interrupted, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Oh, my apologies, Mike. And also our thanks for lending us your vehicle," the handsome blond man replied, before turning back to the passenger in the back seat, "Anyhow, perhaps this will help you understand your conflicting feelings, and assist you to a happier, more satisfactory life."
Soun let out an interesting grunt, as he took the blue book.
"This psychiatrist you recommended, he *is* good enough to help us with this, right?" Nabiki asked with a warning tone in her voice.
Marvin raised an eyebrow at the intended psuedo-threat, and replied, "Yes, he's very good, although his field is more in dealing with those who had been brainwashed in a cult environment, this should not be a challenge for him."
Nabiki gave a nod in satisfaction.
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Happosai watched, as Ukyo bounded off into the distance after the short battle. Ranma was perfect to take over the school; immense skill in the art, great analytical mind, and levels of perversion that he hadn't seen outside himself and Chinkensei. There was just one problem...
The wrong version of him had all the preferred qualifications.
Happosai chuckled to himself; it was such a small problem. He knew exactly what he could do to remedy the situation.
The old pervert bounded back to the Tendou household, forgetting about the contest in favor of grander plans.