Ranma watched as a van trundled by, its door swinging open and few vials slipping out of the back and clattering to the ground. One almost hit her, shattering at her feet and the liquid inside vaporizing into the air in an instant, slipping around the red-head. There was no smell, but for a moment the air was thick around and her she choked briefly, coughing out and waving her arms around.
"Watch it!" Ranma shouted out at the leaving truck. "Damn it, what if that stuff was dangerous."
She looked to the other vials that had shattered well clear of her, their contents being rendered safely neutral in moments of exposure to the air.
"Idiots," Ranma commented with a snort as she went back to her task at hand.
She had walked several feet before she'd stopped to ask herself just what that task was. She'd been heading somewhere just before the van carted by, what was it…
"Oh, hot water," Ranma said, looking down at her body and shaking her head at the girly form she had.
A moment later, however, she reconsidered that idea. As long as she was a girl at the moment, then maybe she should get herself some ice cream. She licked her lips eagerly and turned toward where she knew the diner lay after checking her pockets for money.
They didn't fall for her cutesy act anymore, so she'd have to pay. Checking her funds, she had enough for a sundae, maybe. But maybe not.
Grumbling she continued down the street, keeping her eyes open for any loose coins around.
The red-head wasn't far up the street when she heard a yelp: the familiar sound of a teenaged girl in trouble. She didn't hesitate to jump towards the sound and, coming around a building found a group of boys wearing funny masks surrounding one girls from the Furinkan soccer team.
"Get away from me, you freaks," she shouted.
"We'll go, but first, you need to pay a toll," one of the boys said with a snicker.
Ranma rolled her eyes as she strode forward, none of the boys having yet seemed to notice her. These jerks weren't the worst news in town, but they were always trying to rob people or otherwise harass them.
The soccer girl calmed down a bit as she noticed Ranma coming into the area and stood up straight, smiling.
"You'd better leave me alone," she said.
"Or what?" one of the boys asked snidely.
"Or me," Ranma said as she came up between two of the boys.
Both turned to look at her and flinched. She would have just let them run away, but they never were that smart. One of the two she was between took a swing at her, which she dodged easily at the same time as knocking the offender off his feet. Reflexively, the thug gripped at her clothes as he fell down and the ties of Ranma's red Chinese shirt flew open, unveiling her busty chest for all to see.
All the boys, the four standing and the one on the ground froze as a hard look came into the red-head's clear blue eyes.
There was no escape.
When it was done, Ranma was angrily redoing the ties of her shirt as the boys around her moaned in pain underneath a layer of bruises. It was rather odd, however, her shirt didn't feel as loose as it usually did. In fact, as she pulled it around her chest, it actually felt tighter.
Her shirt was sized for her male form, so usually it hung on her like a tent, with a slight bulge at her chest, large for her height. Now, however, it was actually feeling like the silk pulled against her nipples. Damn bastards must have damaged it somehow.
"Oh, thank you, Ranma," the soccer girl said. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come by."
"Ehh?" Ranma asked, looking up before realizing the girl was talking to her. "No problem."
"I'm Himiko, I'm on the soccer team," the girl said moving forward.
"Yeah, I know," Ranma said as the girl got closer, blushing a little bit.
That was a danger sign Ranma knew, and had her wanting at the moment to leave, but she decided she had to be imagining things. After all, she was a girl right now, and this Himiko was a girl, so there couldn't be any attraction.
Then again, she had to admit that she was attracted right now as the girl stepped forward in her soccer uniform.
"Is there anything I can do to pay you back?" Himiko asked.
"Umm, how about…" Ranma was interrupted as Himiko darted forward and kissed her firmly on the mouth.
Ranma's eyes widened broadly as the girl pulled her in, despite an apparent lack of martial skill. She froze in shock as a tongue invaded her mouth thrust about for several seconds before the red-head recovered herself and pushed free of the soccer girl.
"What the hell?!" Ranma demanded before covering her mouth.
"Sorry," Himiko said. "I…I just wanted to test something."
"Test what?" Ranma asked, almost shrieking. "Test to see if you can get my fiancées to kill me?"
"Nevermind," Himiko said. "Now I owe you two things, so…"
"Ice cream," Ranma demanded, pointing perfunctorily. "You pay."
The martial artist blinked a moment as she took in her hand. The base of her fingernail was black. Unfolding the hand she found that all of her fingernails were black at the base, the other hand was the same. Did she actually bruise herself in hitting those thugs?
She was letting herself be reckless. Had to be better than that.
"I can do that," Himiko said. "And I know just the place. Come on, it's this way."
Ranma blinked as the soccer girl grabbed her and pulled her away in a hurry, but she wasn't heading for the familiar diner Ranma had been originally thinking of. Instead, she was heading away from the heart of Nerima, closer to Tokyo proper.
A few minutes later had the two girls walking side by side down the sidewalk, Ranma looking at her nails as the blackness crept up the nails. It looked like she was getting a bit pale too, something funny was going on.
"So what did you want to test?" Ranma asked, to distract herself.
She looked over at Himiko and wondered when the girl had applied the lipstick to her face. Her lips looked much darker, kind of a dark grey.
"I…I think I'm a lesbian," the girl said. "Do you know what that is?"
"A girl that likes other girls," Ranma said with a shrug.
She'd heard the term before, usually directed at her, but she'd never met one, unless she counted herself. But being a boy transformed into a girl was a bit different, or so she told herself.
"And to test it, you grab the first girl you see and kiss her without even asking or warning?" Ranma demanded, crossing her arms.
"Well, you're really a boy, so I didn't think you'd mind having a girl throw herself at you," Himiko said with a shrug.
"So being a boy means I don't get to say 'no'?" Ranma asked. "Why is it all you girls are like that?"
"Next time, I'll ask," Himiko said with a teasing look. "But I already like someone anyway."
"There's no next time," Ranma said firmly, though she gave an overly dramatic sniff and turned her back.
They walked past a barbecue place and all the flames shifted from orange to blue unbeknownst to anybody. Further on, a bank of TVs started behaving erratically as the two girls came by, switching channels at random. Then came the hot water pipe that erupted as they came past.
Ranma found herself soaked in short order, though Himiko had managed to dodge out of the way. The red-head looked down at herself and blinked as she noticed that she'd failed to change back to a guy. Strangely enough, she couldn't muster up more than just irritation that her curse was acting up again and this time she had no idea why. In fact, she actually felt…relaxed.
"Damn it!" Ranma shouted. "Why does the universe want to ruin my clothes?"
"Wow, you're a lot more girly than I thought you'd be," the soccer girl said.
"I am not girly," Ranma protested. "If anything, I'm a tomboy."
"Tomboys can be girly," Himiko noted. "I mean, you go crazy over ice cream, you can pour on the cute any time you want and you pout at the drop of a hat. Oh, and you're always worried about how you look."
"Having a definite style doesn't make me girly," Ranma protested in a mutter. "Where's this ice cream place?"
"It's right over…" Himiko stopped as she turned to look into a store front the two were passing.
"Right over wh…ohhh," Ranma said, voice drawling as she turned to see what Himiko was looking at.
It was a small store showing a large amount of black leather garments. In the front display was a manikin with a tight black and red corset that held tightly to the body. Elsewhere was a display of ear-rings and other jewels. Ranma hadn't been interested in such things before, but suddenly she couldn't do anything but stand there and stare.
"How about this instead of ice cream," Ranma found herself saying.
She licked her lips, feeling something strangle sharp pass over her tongue.
"I…I can agree with that," Himiko said as Ranma walked in ahead of her.
They found inside a foreign woman with a large number of tattoos, dressed in tight black jeans and a white t-shirt. Both Himiko and Ranma's eyes were drawn to the form of nipples holding tightly against the flimsy white fabric. It was easy to tell the woman had pierced nipples. She turned to face the two girls and smiled, brushing back her hair as she took them in.
The tattoo-artist saw the dark red-hair on the shorter girl and the near black of each girl's lips and smiled. Newbie goth-chicks looking for a makeover. Though she had to admit, the eyeshadow and lipstick was a bit odd, looked almost like natural skin, in fact.
"Hello, what can I do for you?" she asked with a clear and intoxicating European accent that gave both girls a sudden thrill.
Both Ranma and Himiko pointed black nails to the woman's chest and said, almost simultaneously.
"Can I…"
The woman smirked, and checked out past the door before casually lifting up her shirt to display the chain she'd had strung between each of her perfect handful-sized breasts. Both of the teens blushed at the sight, and took in the intricate tattoos over the skin, and then the woman covered her chest again.
"Something like that?" she asked.
"Yeah," Ranma said, nodding. "But not a chain, if I get into a fight, I don't want anything someone can grab at. Umm, Miss…"
"Jenova," the shopkeeper said distractedly.
As the red-head opened and closed her mouth, the woman blinked as she noticed something…strange.
"Can you two open your mouth for a moment?" the woman asked.
The confusion on the girls' faces made her doubt what she'd seen for a moment. Obviously, these two had no idea what she was asking about, which made the possibility of what she was asking that much more unlikely.
"Umm, okay," Ranma said, shrugging before opening her mouth wide.
Next to her, Himiko likewise opened up her mouth, and the shop-keeper leaned in to take a look. There it was, just like she thought.
The shorter red-head with the bigger chest had two sets of clear fangs. Four fangs from the upper set of teeth where the canines would usually be, one longer set and another sharper and longer than a normal tooth, but shorter than the forward fangs. The pattern was repeated in the lower jaw, though with slightly less size.
The taller brunette's dark brown hair cast a wonderful contrast against her pale skin, and the shopkeeper was sure that she had been tanner when she came in. She also had fangs, but only two in the upper jaw.
"Okay, that's good," the shopkeeper said, considering. "Now, if we're about to pierce your nipples, how about you show me what I'd be working with."
Ranma and Himiko flushed somewhat , but still started undoing their shirts. Himiko pulled off her jersey and undid her bra as Ranma undid the ties on her shirt. Himiko let out a deep breath as she undid her much too small tie and Jenova could swear that both girls had grown a size since they'd walked into the shop. Heck, she thought they were each about an inch taller, the sleeves on their shirts and the legs of their shorts and pants were noticeably higher on their legs.
What she really noticed, however, was that the blackness of the girl's lips extended to their fingernails and then, as they were uncovered, their nipples. The red-head's tits were much darker at the nipple than the brunette's, but watching carefully, Jenova saw the spreading darkness over the soccer girl's skin.
"I have a deal for you," Jenova said with a smirk as she locked her door and put down a closed sign.
Then she was pulling up her own shirt, taking it completely off this time.
"I…I don't think," Himiko said, staring at the pierced breasts. "There's already someone I…umm…"
"This isn't a good idea," Ranma warned. "My fiancees would be…"
Both girls stopped as Jenova took a small, sharp tool and drew across the curve of each breast, letting a line of blood trickle down across each of her breasts. They stared, entranced and licked their lips.
"Each of you bite me, and I'll give you everything you ask for free of charge," Jenova said. "One time only."
Both teenagers gave her a glazed look and shifted forward.
"That's right," Jenova said gently wrapping her arms around each girl as they leaned in and bit firmly into the woman's breasts.
There was a brief moment of pain and then a flood of calming pleasure as the girls bit into her and sipped of her blood. Then Ranma and Himiko pulled away, looking confused before turning toward each other. Experimentally, and flooded with endorphins themselves, they leaned forward and bit into each other as Jenova watched.
Both pulled away soon enough. It wasn't displeasing to either of them, in fact both loved the sensation of both being bitten and biting, but there was something…off about the taste. This wasn't the right person for them, unbidden, an image of Akane came to Ranma's head and she was sure that was the right person to be sharing a bite with.
"Oh my," Himiko said. "That…what's going on?"
Jenova smiled as she wiped over the two bite marks, Ranma's eight-point bite and Himiko's two and gestured toward a chair.
"Let's get on with the make-over, shall we?" she asked.
It was some time later that Ranma and Himiko walked out of the store. Ranma was wearing black leather pants and one of the corsets that had been displayed in the window, her Chinese shirt in a bag. In addition, she had six earrings, three to each ear, and four piercings that only two people had seen so far. Small silver studs with red gems had been pierced into her black nipples, a ring was in her belly button and somewhere down below, a silver bar was slipped within her womanhood.
Each moment pressed those jewels against her skin and sensitive body parts, making every motion a flood of enjoyable pleasure. On her right butt cheek was a tattoo Ranma had gotten on a whim and would likely get her in trouble later. It was a name: Akane.
It was unseen right now, but around her left nipple was the tao, the nipple serving as the point of yin in the yang.
Himiko was dressed more casually, with black t-shirt, a vest and a pair of black jeans. She had a similar set of piercings, though she had obviously gone for the chain based on the impression under her t-shirt. Ranma had warned against it given her participation in soccer.
"I can just remove them for games," Himiko said, shrugging. "So, no tongue-piercing?"
"I don't know about that face stuff," Ranma said shaking her head.
"Everybody's different," Himiko said shrugging. "I've…I've got to go…talk to someone…umm, call me later. Good look with Akane, girly girl."
"Thanks," Ranma said. "And I am not girly."
In her shop, Jenova was smirking as her fingernails blackened and two fangs grew in. She wondered if the number of fangs related to how powerful the vampire was.
It was sometime later that Ranma was sitting in the Cat Café sitting across from a very grim looking Cologne.
"Tell me, Ranma," Cologne said. "Has anything strange happened recently"
"Well, there was the girl who kissed me so she could see if she was a lesbian," Ranma said with a shrug. "Then she bit me later, but I bit her at the same time, and we both bit the lady in the body art shop first, because she asked us to. Oh, there was the van that almost hit me with a bunch of little bottles. Almost choked on whatever came out of them."
The lights and electrical equipment suddenly flickered off, and Cologne could feel the electricity dying momentarily five buildings away from where Ranma and she sat.
"First things first," Cologne said, sitting in the dark. "We need someone to teach you magic so you stop leaking everywhere you go. Then we find out how you became a dhamphil."
"What?" Ranma asked. "And a what?"
"The child of a vampire and a mortal," Cologne said. "It's supposed to be a born condition, and you don't quite fit the description, but it is as close as I can describe."
"And the magic stuff…" Ranma asked.
"Whatever changed absorbed the curse into you and mixed it with your own magical potential before enhancing it," Cologne said. "You are practically radiating with magic right now and…"
The lights came on and the TV started sending out a cascade of rainbow lights.
"And a bit lack of control," Cologne noted.
"And my male body?" Ranma asked.
"Tell me, Ranma," Cologne asked. "Do you actually want to be male now?"
Ranma thought for a moment and came to a surprising conclusion.
"Not really," she said in surprise.
"I suspect that's part of your transformation," Cologne said. "As is…your new taste in…fashion. Well…this complicates things."
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