Ranma the Amorous Over-Sexed Nympho
As they walked home, Akane looked over at Ranma. His expression was excrutable, as he brooded over what had just happened back at the Cat Cafe.
"Yen for your thoughts, Ranma-sama?"
"As a girl for good..." Ranma mumbled, more to himself than to the other girl walking next to him.
"Ah, Ranma-sama?"
"I was almost... almost stuck as that freak for good," Ranma stated more clearly, his face darkening with the full realization.
"Is... is that what's bothering you?" Akane asked, not really meaning to, but making it sound a bit more jovial than Ranma's mood would have permitted.
"Bothering me? BOTHERING ME? IT'S MAKING ME A NERVOUS WRECK!!!"
"R-Ranma?"
"It's bad enough I'm a sex changing freak, but I turn into a sex craving freak at THAT!" Ranma all but exploded, "With a spash of water, not only do I trade in my manhood, but I give up my morals, my honor... Akane, I give up being ME! And if Cologne hadn't saved me, I would be as good as DEAD, and not from a fight or anything, but because of this damn freakish curse my DAMN Pop gave me!"
"I..." Akane stumbled back at Ranma's vehemance; she had never seen him this irate or livid before, and as much as she would hate admitting it about his guy side, it worried her severely.
"Akane... I... I'm in my own personal Hell that I can't do anything about. I go looking for a cure, once I get wet, I'll be making a beeline straight for you... er, back here. It's not like I can AVOID getting wet, since I got this curse, being soaked seems more natural to me than dry clothing ever has! And yeah, I act like the oblivious idiot when you guys are discussing sex things, but remember I share the same body with the freak of nature who TAUGHT you guys how to be true perverts!"
Akane mentally pushed the minor slip Ranma made from her mind temporarily, and asked Ranma meekly, "So... you just think we're all now just a lot of perverts?"
"YES... NO! I mean, it's not your fault, it's mine. I can't lie, it's not like it's a split personality, or at least I don't think so. It's more like, you know, a shift in perspective, or something. Kind of like deciding you don't have a taste for something, and then you do!"
"That doesn't sound too bad..." Akane stated cautiously, but then realized that it was probably the wrong thing to say.
The expression on Ranma's face told her as much, "Yeah, I didn't think you'ld understand. I mean she broke you pretty fast enough to start thinking like her."
"What? What do you mean, 'broke me'?" Akane sputtered indignantly.
"Akane, you know she doesn't love you, I mean really love you, right? She likes you just fine, but her ideas of love are just warped from mine. She likes you because you'll cater to her at any given time. You're nothing more than her pet, for crying out loud!"
Akane's bottom lip started trembling, as she absently felt into her pocket, which carried a second locket for the boy/girl in front of her, "How... how could you?" Before her eyes completely teared up, she dropped her head, turned, and ran the rest of the way home.
Ranma's own head was bowed in guilt, "Great, just perfect."
"Saotome..."
"Go away Mousse, I'm not in the mood," Ranma replied morosely, not looking at the male Amazon.
"I would think that what I am about to say would intrest you greatly," Mousse stated, "How would you like to get rid of your orange haired bane..."
"Red haired," Ranma corrected with a low tone.
"Really? I could swear her hair's orange..."
"Forget it, Mousse, whatever it is I'm not inter-"
"That ladle can cure your curse..."
"WHAT?!?" Ranma shouted, finally turning to look at Mousse.
"WHERE ON EARTH ARE MY PANTS?!?" Ryoga shouted out, causing both Mousse and Ranma to turn in surprise, and immidiately regret it, even with Mousses myopic senses.
"OH GEEZ, RYOGA! YOU'RE OUT IN PUBLIC!!!"
"Hibiki, save some of your dignity and put these on, please," Mousse reached into his robes, and pulled a pair of pants.
"Ah, um, thanks, whoever you are," Ryoga replied, "Anyway, Ranma, I wanted to talk to you about that ladle thing..."
"I presume you came to the same conclusion that using hot water in it would lock away the Jusenkyo curse?" Mousse enquired.
"Uh, yeah," Ryoga replied, cautiously, "Ranma, we can cure our curses!" Ryoga fought away the goofy grin trying to fight its way onto his face, and thought to himself, "Oh Ranma, then we can finally be full men for each other."
"Heh, fools, I couldn't possibly hope to take Herb and his two cohorts on by myself, perhaps with the both of you running interferance, I may spirit away the ladel, and thus rid myself of this disgusting curse so that my dear Shampoo will no longer be intimidated by me," Mousse thought to himself, lowing his face in order to hide the sinister smile he had there.
"To... to be rid of the red-headed menace for good?" Ranma mused to himself, "This... this is just too good to pass up, if there's any hope..."
"So, Ranma, would you be interested in a temporary truce?"
"You bet! When do we start out?"
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The inn keeper stared at the pigtailed boy that was currently imbedding his fingertips into his ceiling, while one of his friends managed to pull an umbrella out of nowhere, while the other ran through his wall, "And, the reason for this is..."
"Ah, we sort of have this allergic reaction to... cold liquids," Mousse stated lamely, putting away his umbrella, but staring at the spilt bucket of water on the ground with undisguised nervousness."
"Well, I suppose... then you guys will have to mainly work in the bathhouses, if you're that concerned about it," he told the three temporary employees, and then mumbled under his breath, "freaks..."
Mousse pulled out a dozen hyper absorbing tampons (the things he had to keep en masse supply while working in a porn studio...), and tossed them onto the puddle of water that had spilt from the bucket the innkeeper had accidentally dropped, "That... was close," the Chinese boy stated, while looking up at the general area the trembling Ranma Saotome . Ranma knew the consequences of changing. He was currently in an inn, a rather full inn, at that. And though he tried not to be too judging, he saw quite a few attractive guests around, not that it mattered. Quite frankly, it mattered about as much as a bullet in a target factory, as long as there was a bullseye to hit...
"Is... is it safe to come in?" Ryoga asked tentatively from his hiding spot in the adjacent room, which was in between the sheets of a naked couple's bed. The earlier incident had forced the two other boys to be a bit... weary of Ranma, regardless of what form. They didn't even know what was in their midst until it was too late; both Mousse and Ryoga would weep over what few remaining embers of their innocence were snuffed away with unspeakable, God-cowering acts of carnal brutality.
"Yeah, Ranma's still a guy," Mousse stated, considering how to coax Ranma down from the ceiling, before remembering that he had given his cattle prod a full charge just before leaving.
Ryoga gave a sigh of relief, and ignored the jolt and the surprised and indignant yelp the man in the bed with him gave as the bandanna clad boy got out, "Oh, that's good."
Ranma fell to the floor with his muscles locked up and twitching. Once he gained some control, he sat up with an indignant response, "Well, if someone had watched where they were going, they wouldn't have run into that overflowing storm barrel, and thus drench all three of us. Oh, and, uh, sorry about that... Mousse..."
Mousse absently covered his genetalia as Ranma apologised for the umpteenth time, "Uh, don't mention it. The bleeding's stopped, and I only feel the friction burns in my cursed form (you will pay *dearly for this, Saotome)."
"It's just when a woman is touched here, and here, that they become aroused and sexually stimulated. But always remember that a lady, though their modesty is quite feigned I assure you, require a certain, tact, if you will. Now, my dear collegue, we shall drill you on the proper phrases which yeild the most positive results."
"Grrr?"
"Oh, do please try to keep up, Lime. I am not speaking for my benefit, after all."
Mousse, Ranma, and Ryoga looked at each other, and then crept towards the voices. Their trail came to one of the inn rooms...
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"Airen?" Shampoo finally managed to pry open Akane's window, and found the short-haired girl cowered in the corner of her room as presumed she had been for the past day, "Akane okay, yes?"
"Shampoo, what do you think Ranma-sama... Ranma thinks we are to her?" Akane asked in a quiet voice that had Shampoo literally trembling from the emotion in it.
"Ah, we Ranma airen, that what she think! Why Akane ask?"
"Then, you don't think she sees us as perverted toys? Like we're s-some sort of pets f-for her?"
"Who say this to Akane?" Shampoo asked vehemently, nobody was allowed to say such things to one of her beloveds and remain with their sexuality intact.
"R-Ranma, h-he... he..."
Akane ducked her head back into her folded arms over her knees, and missed the darkened expression on Shampoo's face. Forcibly pushing her anger to the back of her concience, the Amazon quickly crossed the room, and kneeled before the distraught girl, "Boy-Ranma stupid saying Akane play toy. Not smart like Girl-Ranma, he no know write saying, yes?"
Akane looked up slightly, "I... I guess. But he... he sounded so right at the time..."
"Akane is being stupid too, if listen to Vir... virg... large oboe?"
Akane actually cracked a smile; even if she was sure what Shampoo said wasn't intentional, "Thanks Shampoo, I needed that."
"Shampoo know what else Akane need..." with a sly smile, Shampoo dropped onto her stomach, and attempted to pry Akane's legs apart.
Akane rolled her eyes, "Uh, Shampoo, is it okay if you just... you know, cuddle for the time being? I'm actually kind of drained from my emotional instability from the past day or so..."
Shampoo brought her head up to look at Akane with and expression akin to desperation and fear (not that an Amazon would ever experience those emotions, mind you, so what Shampoo was experiencing was only akin to), "Akane sure?"
"Yeah, just not now, Shampoo. Just... hold me please?"
Shampoo sat up, and gently wrapped her arms around Akane, "No heavy petting?"
"Just... cuddling, please?"
Shampoo leaned her head against Akane's, "light fondling?"
"Shampoo..."
"Is okay," Shampoo stated with a slight sigh.
"Just... cuddling!" Akane almost growled. Shampoo's mouth closed with an audible snap, before groaning for her hyper-yet-starved libido.
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"You said a naughty word!" Lime growled out, as Mint simply shook his head in grievance.
"Please, understand. When in the act of coitus, it is nessessary that you utilize these words for maximum beneficial enjoyment of said sexual activities, understand?" Lime nodded, "Good, now repeat after me, 'You like it when I stick my hot throbbing mutton gun in your sopping box, you dirty cum slut'?" Lime cautiously repeated the line, gaining a nod of approval from Mint, "Good, Good, now say it with feeeeling."
Mint raised his hand to forestall Lime, and went to answer the knocking at the door, "Uh... I recall you two from the ordeal at that quiant eatery. But your compatriot... please be at haste for stating your business, I'm afraid my Leige is currently bathing herself, and would be quite distressed to find the three of you here..."
Ranma and Mousse both slowly cracked open their eyes, to make sure the two current residents of the inn room were deacent, while Mint stared at the one he recalled being named Ryoga, and wondering about the faint expression of dissappointment across his face. "Huh? 'She'?" Ranma enquired, but presumed it was a slip.
"We are... sorry to bother you at this time, but we were wondering... that ladle you had..." Mousse started, being the one most perpared to negotiate the situation.
"The Chiisuiton? What of it?"
"We... found it a rather unusual artifact, perhaps you could show it to us?"
"Oh dear, I'm not sure that would be wise..."
Ranma snapped away from the rather detailed graph of the female anatomy that Lime seemed to be fixated with, and spoke up, "Comon, be a pal! We just wanna see it!"
"If it will get rid of you, then I suppose... Lime... Lime... LIME!"
"Fa....ther..." Lime mumbled, slowly dragging his hand across the chest of the picture.
"LIME!!!" Mint shouted, finally jolting his partner from his trance."
"Growl?"
"The ladle..."
"Oh..." Lime rent over to the other side of the bed, picked up a bucket with a water ladle balanced on the top of it, and then walked it over to Mint.
"Now, you see, it by appearance is but an ordinary water ladle that is rather common in traditional camping gear kitchen utilities."
"My eyesight is not that good,would you mind if I examined it closer?"
Mint noted the glasses, and was chagrinned, "Oh, pardon me, but of course..." With that, he handed the bucket and ladel to Mousse, who promptly bolted.
"HOLD THEM OFF WHILE I GET TO... I MEAN WHILE I GET THIS TO SAFETY!" Mousse called out, while running. He was exeedingly surprised to find the young man clad in wolf skin right next to him, with his leg extended in Mousse's path.
"Really, that was sincerely uncalled for," Mint stated distastefully, as the myopic young man was sent skidding on his face across the wood floor.
"Yes, I believe it was. Would you be so kind to return my property before I boil the blood from your body?"
"Uh..." Ryoga started.
"Oh," Ranma finished.
Mint grew a sickly grin, "Uh... my Leige, I see you have finished with your bath."
"That I have," Prince Herb stated regally, before looking from the fear-frozen Amazon back to Mint, "We... will discuss as to how he managed to wretch the ladle from you later."
"I... apologise, Herb-sama."
"As for you..." Herb never got to state anything following, as Ranma was immidiately all over the prince, attempting to batter Herb into submission.
"YOU AGAIN?!?" Herb growled, as the prince was forced to frantically parry, guard, and dodge Ranma's oncoming river of attacks.
"Yeah, me," Ranma stated confidently, "We didn't get our chance last time, and a girl like you has enough skill..." Ranma actually paused in surprise, when one of his blows, a feint, actually, managed to get through, and send Herb careening into a wall; causing it to crumble over the prince. Ranma quickly covered in startlement, and grinned cockily, "Heh, so you ain't so... tough?"
"WHAT. DID. YOU. CALL. ME?" Herb punctuated every word with a violent pulse of the pink aura that enveloped the prince, as the prince floated in the air about a foot off the ground out of the rubble.
"You know? You look pretty cute with a pink battle aura," Ranma taunted, doing a great job of covering the fact that the sight before him was nearly scaring him shitless.
Herb's pink glowing eyes went wide at Ranma's audacity, and the prince's aura blazed so bright and fierce, that it nearly blinded everyone in the room, and managed to burn away the cloak the 'prince' wore to protect 'his' current identity.
"Mint! Herb has FATHERS!" Lime shouted, while pointing at Herb's currently well endowed and femenine chest.
"I guess your secret has been let out, my leige, forgive us," Mint apologised, knowing who was next on the hitlist as soon as Herb reduced Ranma to his base elemental components, and then fused those down into hydrogen.
"HEY! I thought you said you were a PRINCE!" Ranma shouted incredulously, while waivering in his defensive stance.
"I am, just allow me to show you how much of a prince I am... BY FLASH FRYING YOU WHILE YOU STAND AND MAKING YOUR DEATH A QUICK ONE!!!!" Herb blazed towards Ranma before the pigtailed boy could even react.
"Ha, you even hit like a girl!" Ranma taunted, counting only four walls he had been knocked through; Shampoo could at least knock him through six.
"My intent wasn't to batter you, but to scatter your ashes... apparently you have some rudamentary ki abilities that managed to save your worthless hide."
"Yeah... well you'll have to try better than that, cutie!" Ranma shot back. Herb's left eye twitched, and Ranma barely even noticed Herb make a move, as a earthball sized ki projectile screamed across the distance between the two fighters, and sent Ranma through another wall.
"You wish to die so greatly, I shall be most accomidating," Herb said in a low acidic tone, and blinked to find the room she had knocked Ranma into filled with steam.
"Man, with a body like that, you can accomidate me all you want, cutie!"
"DIE!" Herb turned and fired an even larger sphere of ki right to where Ranma's voice came from, as Ranma intended. The energy ball splashed into the hot spring that was located within the inn, superheating the water to even greater amounts of steam, allowing Ranma cover to escape.
"NO! YOU WILL NOT GET AWAY!!!" Herb shouted, randomly blasting spots in the room in a vain attempt to peg the long gone pigtailed martial artist.
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Ranma arrived at the rendevous point, and unwrapped the large wet towel he wrapped around himself to hide his scent from the one he knew was at least part wolf. "I lost em."
"Ranma, you're just in time!" Ryoga exclaimed, ignoring Mousse's grumbling that the directionally challenged fighter *actually* managed to find himself where he was supposed to be at the one time Mousse was actually counting on him not to.
"Great! So you got the cure ready?" Ranma asked exitedly, while in his head repeated the mantra, "Never gonna be a girl again, never gonna be a girl again..." At that point, the kettle started to whistle that was on the fire place, and with short following, Ryoga picked up the hot liquid, poured it into the ladel, and threw its contents at Ranma.
None of them would have realized that the originally scalding hot water immidiately turned to cold when it came in contact with the Chiisuiton, until it was too late.
As they walked home, Akane looked over at Ranma. His expression was excrutable, as he brooded over what had just happened back at the Cat Cafe.
"Yen for your thoughts, Ranma-sama?"
"As a girl for good..." Ranma mumbled, more to himself than to the other girl walking next to him.
"Ah, Ranma-sama?"
"I was almost... almost stuck as that freak for good," Ranma stated more clearly, his face darkening with the full realization.
"Is... is that what's bothering you?" Akane asked, not really meaning to, but making it sound a bit more jovial than Ranma's mood would have permitted.
"Bothering me? BOTHERING ME? IT'S MAKING ME A NERVOUS WRECK!!!"
"R-Ranma?"
"It's bad enough I'm a sex changing freak, but I turn into a sex craving freak at THAT!" Ranma all but exploded, "With a spash of water, not only do I trade in my manhood, but I give up my morals, my honor... Akane, I give up being ME! And if Cologne hadn't saved me, I would be as good as DEAD, and not from a fight or anything, but because of this damn freakish curse my DAMN Pop gave me!"
"I..." Akane stumbled back at Ranma's vehemance; she had never seen him this irate or livid before, and as much as she would hate admitting it about his guy side, it worried her severely.
"Akane... I... I'm in my own personal Hell that I can't do anything about. I go looking for a cure, once I get wet, I'll be making a beeline straight for you... er, back here. It's not like I can AVOID getting wet, since I got this curse, being soaked seems more natural to me than dry clothing ever has! And yeah, I act like the oblivious idiot when you guys are discussing sex things, but remember I share the same body with the freak of nature who TAUGHT you guys how to be true perverts!"
Akane mentally pushed the minor slip Ranma made from her mind temporarily, and asked Ranma meekly, "So... you just think we're all now just a lot of perverts?"
"YES... NO! I mean, it's not your fault, it's mine. I can't lie, it's not like it's a split personality, or at least I don't think so. It's more like, you know, a shift in perspective, or something. Kind of like deciding you don't have a taste for something, and then you do!"
"That doesn't sound too bad..." Akane stated cautiously, but then realized that it was probably the wrong thing to say.
The expression on Ranma's face told her as much, "Yeah, I didn't think you'ld understand. I mean she broke you pretty fast enough to start thinking like her."
"What? What do you mean, 'broke me'?" Akane sputtered indignantly.
"Akane, you know she doesn't love you, I mean really love you, right? She likes you just fine, but her ideas of love are just warped from mine. She likes you because you'll cater to her at any given time. You're nothing more than her pet, for crying out loud!"
Akane's bottom lip started trembling, as she absently felt into her pocket, which carried a second locket for the boy/girl in front of her, "How... how could you?" Before her eyes completely teared up, she dropped her head, turned, and ran the rest of the way home.
Ranma's own head was bowed in guilt, "Great, just perfect."
"Saotome..."
"Go away Mousse, I'm not in the mood," Ranma replied morosely, not looking at the male Amazon.
"I would think that what I am about to say would intrest you greatly," Mousse stated, "How would you like to get rid of your orange haired bane..."
"Red haired," Ranma corrected with a low tone.
"Really? I could swear her hair's orange..."
"Forget it, Mousse, whatever it is I'm not inter-"
"That ladle can cure your curse..."
"WHAT?!?" Ranma shouted, finally turning to look at Mousse.
"WHERE ON EARTH ARE MY PANTS?!?" Ryoga shouted out, causing both Mousse and Ranma to turn in surprise, and immidiately regret it, even with Mousses myopic senses.
"OH GEEZ, RYOGA! YOU'RE OUT IN PUBLIC!!!"
"Hibiki, save some of your dignity and put these on, please," Mousse reached into his robes, and pulled a pair of pants.
"Ah, um, thanks, whoever you are," Ryoga replied, "Anyway, Ranma, I wanted to talk to you about that ladle thing..."
"I presume you came to the same conclusion that using hot water in it would lock away the Jusenkyo curse?" Mousse enquired.
"Uh, yeah," Ryoga replied, cautiously, "Ranma, we can cure our curses!" Ryoga fought away the goofy grin trying to fight its way onto his face, and thought to himself, "Oh Ranma, then we can finally be full men for each other."
"Heh, fools, I couldn't possibly hope to take Herb and his two cohorts on by myself, perhaps with the both of you running interferance, I may spirit away the ladel, and thus rid myself of this disgusting curse so that my dear Shampoo will no longer be intimidated by me," Mousse thought to himself, lowing his face in order to hide the sinister smile he had there.
"To... to be rid of the red-headed menace for good?" Ranma mused to himself, "This... this is just too good to pass up, if there's any hope..."
"So, Ranma, would you be interested in a temporary truce?"
"You bet! When do we start out?"
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The inn keeper stared at the pigtailed boy that was currently imbedding his fingertips into his ceiling, while one of his friends managed to pull an umbrella out of nowhere, while the other ran through his wall, "And, the reason for this is..."
"Ah, we sort of have this allergic reaction to... cold liquids," Mousse stated lamely, putting away his umbrella, but staring at the spilt bucket of water on the ground with undisguised nervousness."
"Well, I suppose... then you guys will have to mainly work in the bathhouses, if you're that concerned about it," he told the three temporary employees, and then mumbled under his breath, "freaks..."
Mousse pulled out a dozen hyper absorbing tampons (the things he had to keep en masse supply while working in a porn studio...), and tossed them onto the puddle of water that had spilt from the bucket the innkeeper had accidentally dropped, "That... was close," the Chinese boy stated, while looking up at the general area the trembling Ranma Saotome . Ranma knew the consequences of changing. He was currently in an inn, a rather full inn, at that. And though he tried not to be too judging, he saw quite a few attractive guests around, not that it mattered. Quite frankly, it mattered about as much as a bullet in a target factory, as long as there was a bullseye to hit...
"Is... is it safe to come in?" Ryoga asked tentatively from his hiding spot in the adjacent room, which was in between the sheets of a naked couple's bed. The earlier incident had forced the two other boys to be a bit... weary of Ranma, regardless of what form. They didn't even know what was in their midst until it was too late; both Mousse and Ryoga would weep over what few remaining embers of their innocence were snuffed away with unspeakable, God-cowering acts of carnal brutality.
"Yeah, Ranma's still a guy," Mousse stated, considering how to coax Ranma down from the ceiling, before remembering that he had given his cattle prod a full charge just before leaving.
Ryoga gave a sigh of relief, and ignored the jolt and the surprised and indignant yelp the man in the bed with him gave as the bandanna clad boy got out, "Oh, that's good."
Ranma fell to the floor with his muscles locked up and twitching. Once he gained some control, he sat up with an indignant response, "Well, if someone had watched where they were going, they wouldn't have run into that overflowing storm barrel, and thus drench all three of us. Oh, and, uh, sorry about that... Mousse..."
Mousse absently covered his genetalia as Ranma apologised for the umpteenth time, "Uh, don't mention it. The bleeding's stopped, and I only feel the friction burns in my cursed form (you will pay *dearly for this, Saotome)."
"It's just when a woman is touched here, and here, that they become aroused and sexually stimulated. But always remember that a lady, though their modesty is quite feigned I assure you, require a certain, tact, if you will. Now, my dear collegue, we shall drill you on the proper phrases which yeild the most positive results."
"Grrr?"
"Oh, do please try to keep up, Lime. I am not speaking for my benefit, after all."
Mousse, Ranma, and Ryoga looked at each other, and then crept towards the voices. Their trail came to one of the inn rooms...
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"Airen?" Shampoo finally managed to pry open Akane's window, and found the short-haired girl cowered in the corner of her room as presumed she had been for the past day, "Akane okay, yes?"
"Shampoo, what do you think Ranma-sama... Ranma thinks we are to her?" Akane asked in a quiet voice that had Shampoo literally trembling from the emotion in it.
"Ah, we Ranma airen, that what she think! Why Akane ask?"
"Then, you don't think she sees us as perverted toys? Like we're s-some sort of pets f-for her?"
"Who say this to Akane?" Shampoo asked vehemently, nobody was allowed to say such things to one of her beloveds and remain with their sexuality intact.
"R-Ranma, h-he... he..."
Akane ducked her head back into her folded arms over her knees, and missed the darkened expression on Shampoo's face. Forcibly pushing her anger to the back of her concience, the Amazon quickly crossed the room, and kneeled before the distraught girl, "Boy-Ranma stupid saying Akane play toy. Not smart like Girl-Ranma, he no know write saying, yes?"
Akane looked up slightly, "I... I guess. But he... he sounded so right at the time..."
"Akane is being stupid too, if listen to Vir... virg... large oboe?"
Akane actually cracked a smile; even if she was sure what Shampoo said wasn't intentional, "Thanks Shampoo, I needed that."
"Shampoo know what else Akane need..." with a sly smile, Shampoo dropped onto her stomach, and attempted to pry Akane's legs apart.
Akane rolled her eyes, "Uh, Shampoo, is it okay if you just... you know, cuddle for the time being? I'm actually kind of drained from my emotional instability from the past day or so..."
Shampoo brought her head up to look at Akane with and expression akin to desperation and fear (not that an Amazon would ever experience those emotions, mind you, so what Shampoo was experiencing was only akin to), "Akane sure?"
"Yeah, just not now, Shampoo. Just... hold me please?"
Shampoo sat up, and gently wrapped her arms around Akane, "No heavy petting?"
"Just... cuddling, please?"
Shampoo leaned her head against Akane's, "light fondling?"
"Shampoo..."
"Is okay," Shampoo stated with a slight sigh.
"Just... cuddling!" Akane almost growled. Shampoo's mouth closed with an audible snap, before groaning for her hyper-yet-starved libido.
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"You said a naughty word!" Lime growled out, as Mint simply shook his head in grievance.
"Please, understand. When in the act of coitus, it is nessessary that you utilize these words for maximum beneficial enjoyment of said sexual activities, understand?" Lime nodded, "Good, now repeat after me, 'You like it when I stick my hot throbbing mutton gun in your sopping box, you dirty cum slut'?" Lime cautiously repeated the line, gaining a nod of approval from Mint, "Good, Good, now say it with feeeeling."
Mint raised his hand to forestall Lime, and went to answer the knocking at the door, "Uh... I recall you two from the ordeal at that quiant eatery. But your compatriot... please be at haste for stating your business, I'm afraid my Leige is currently bathing herself, and would be quite distressed to find the three of you here..."
Ranma and Mousse both slowly cracked open their eyes, to make sure the two current residents of the inn room were deacent, while Mint stared at the one he recalled being named Ryoga, and wondering about the faint expression of dissappointment across his face. "Huh? 'She'?" Ranma enquired, but presumed it was a slip.
"We are... sorry to bother you at this time, but we were wondering... that ladle you had..." Mousse started, being the one most perpared to negotiate the situation.
"The Chiisuiton? What of it?"
"We... found it a rather unusual artifact, perhaps you could show it to us?"
"Oh dear, I'm not sure that would be wise..."
Ranma snapped away from the rather detailed graph of the female anatomy that Lime seemed to be fixated with, and spoke up, "Comon, be a pal! We just wanna see it!"
"If it will get rid of you, then I suppose... Lime... Lime... LIME!"
"Fa....ther..." Lime mumbled, slowly dragging his hand across the chest of the picture.
"LIME!!!" Mint shouted, finally jolting his partner from his trance."
"Growl?"
"The ladle..."
"Oh..." Lime rent over to the other side of the bed, picked up a bucket with a water ladle balanced on the top of it, and then walked it over to Mint.
"Now, you see, it by appearance is but an ordinary water ladle that is rather common in traditional camping gear kitchen utilities."
"My eyesight is not that good,would you mind if I examined it closer?"
Mint noted the glasses, and was chagrinned, "Oh, pardon me, but of course..." With that, he handed the bucket and ladel to Mousse, who promptly bolted.
"HOLD THEM OFF WHILE I GET TO... I MEAN WHILE I GET THIS TO SAFETY!" Mousse called out, while running. He was exeedingly surprised to find the young man clad in wolf skin right next to him, with his leg extended in Mousse's path.
"Really, that was sincerely uncalled for," Mint stated distastefully, as the myopic young man was sent skidding on his face across the wood floor.
"Yes, I believe it was. Would you be so kind to return my property before I boil the blood from your body?"
"Uh..." Ryoga started.
"Oh," Ranma finished.
Mint grew a sickly grin, "Uh... my Leige, I see you have finished with your bath."
"That I have," Prince Herb stated regally, before looking from the fear-frozen Amazon back to Mint, "We... will discuss as to how he managed to wretch the ladle from you later."
"I... apologise, Herb-sama."
"As for you..." Herb never got to state anything following, as Ranma was immidiately all over the prince, attempting to batter Herb into submission.
"YOU AGAIN?!?" Herb growled, as the prince was forced to frantically parry, guard, and dodge Ranma's oncoming river of attacks.
"Yeah, me," Ranma stated confidently, "We didn't get our chance last time, and a girl like you has enough skill..." Ranma actually paused in surprise, when one of his blows, a feint, actually, managed to get through, and send Herb careening into a wall; causing it to crumble over the prince. Ranma quickly covered in startlement, and grinned cockily, "Heh, so you ain't so... tough?"
"WHAT. DID. YOU. CALL. ME?" Herb punctuated every word with a violent pulse of the pink aura that enveloped the prince, as the prince floated in the air about a foot off the ground out of the rubble.
"You know? You look pretty cute with a pink battle aura," Ranma taunted, doing a great job of covering the fact that the sight before him was nearly scaring him shitless.
Herb's pink glowing eyes went wide at Ranma's audacity, and the prince's aura blazed so bright and fierce, that it nearly blinded everyone in the room, and managed to burn away the cloak the 'prince' wore to protect 'his' current identity.
"Mint! Herb has FATHERS!" Lime shouted, while pointing at Herb's currently well endowed and femenine chest.
"I guess your secret has been let out, my leige, forgive us," Mint apologised, knowing who was next on the hitlist as soon as Herb reduced Ranma to his base elemental components, and then fused those down into hydrogen.
"HEY! I thought you said you were a PRINCE!" Ranma shouted incredulously, while waivering in his defensive stance.
"I am, just allow me to show you how much of a prince I am... BY FLASH FRYING YOU WHILE YOU STAND AND MAKING YOUR DEATH A QUICK ONE!!!!" Herb blazed towards Ranma before the pigtailed boy could even react.
"Ha, you even hit like a girl!" Ranma taunted, counting only four walls he had been knocked through; Shampoo could at least knock him through six.
"My intent wasn't to batter you, but to scatter your ashes... apparently you have some rudamentary ki abilities that managed to save your worthless hide."
"Yeah... well you'll have to try better than that, cutie!" Ranma shot back. Herb's left eye twitched, and Ranma barely even noticed Herb make a move, as a earthball sized ki projectile screamed across the distance between the two fighters, and sent Ranma through another wall.
"You wish to die so greatly, I shall be most accomidating," Herb said in a low acidic tone, and blinked to find the room she had knocked Ranma into filled with steam.
"Man, with a body like that, you can accomidate me all you want, cutie!"
"DIE!" Herb turned and fired an even larger sphere of ki right to where Ranma's voice came from, as Ranma intended. The energy ball splashed into the hot spring that was located within the inn, superheating the water to even greater amounts of steam, allowing Ranma cover to escape.
"NO! YOU WILL NOT GET AWAY!!!" Herb shouted, randomly blasting spots in the room in a vain attempt to peg the long gone pigtailed martial artist.
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Ranma arrived at the rendevous point, and unwrapped the large wet towel he wrapped around himself to hide his scent from the one he knew was at least part wolf. "I lost em."
"Ranma, you're just in time!" Ryoga exclaimed, ignoring Mousse's grumbling that the directionally challenged fighter *actually* managed to find himself where he was supposed to be at the one time Mousse was actually counting on him not to.
"Great! So you got the cure ready?" Ranma asked exitedly, while in his head repeated the mantra, "Never gonna be a girl again, never gonna be a girl again..." At that point, the kettle started to whistle that was on the fire place, and with short following, Ryoga picked up the hot liquid, poured it into the ladel, and threw its contents at Ranma.
None of them would have realized that the originally scalding hot water immidiately turned to cold when it came in contact with the Chiisuiton, until it was too late.