Lemonade Punch#5: My Bright-Eyed Girl
paladin@mars.superlink.net
Started: 7/4/96
Last Update: 3/1/97
WARNING!!! This is the fifth (Wow, five already?!) of the Lemonade
Punch series! This is a Ranma *LEMON*. If you're offended by this
or are just plain tired of Ranma FanFics (How could anyone be tired
of Ranma FanFics? ^-^) then go away and never return! LP#5 was quite
a project, longer than the whole LP series combined, but it was fun
to write. Oh yeah, one other thing I should warn you about: Reading
this utter nonsense is a complete waste of time unless you have
nothing better to do! Now that that's done, below is the key for the
complex code system I use and has left many readers baffled in its
mist. Finally, if you don't get a complete copy of this FanFic or
want to get the previous stories (which you should have read by now,
otherwise this lemon might not make much sense... heh, not that they
make much sense to begin with) E-mail me the line that your copy got
cut off on or the story you want and I'll be happy to oblige. Well
enough talking... on with the FanFic!
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Lemonade Punch #3: "My Bright-Eyed Girl"
by Paladin
*<KRACK!!!>*
*<Brrrrmmmrrmmmrmrr>*
The flash of lighting and deep rolling sound of thunder
caused Ranma to silently curse. His head turned upward to the gray
skies and watched as the clouds gathered and darkened. A single
raindrop hit his cheek. The sporadic sound of raindrops quickly
became a steady patter then changed over to a torrential downpour,
drenching Ranma-chan. She sneezed and sniffled slightly but shook
her head and ignored it.
It stunk that it was pouring. She had promised to take
Akane out on a picnic; a rare romantic venture for Ranma. She was
beginning to realize that her relationship with Akane required care
and maintenance... it couldn't be left alone to stagnate. Yep, it
definitely sucked that it was raining, but she wouldn't let that
spoil her day.
-=-=-
Yasha stood before her superior, in a great marble hall.
Actually, it wasn't marble at all but the stuffs which her dimension
were formed from in the likeness of marble. The female judge was a
stunningly beautiful woman with short white hair and a youthful
countenance.
Yasha was no slouch herself, with a curvaceous and buxom
body and long, raven black hair, fashioned in slight curls. Her
long, silky legs stretched all the way- to her feet. She, too, was
strikingly beautiful; the two of them could turn any male head and
cause them to conjure up lustful fantasies.
But not here. That was because the hall was lined with
gorgeous beauties such as themselves. Any male who wound up in there
would find his head unscrewed from all his head turning. Besides
that, any one of them could conjure up one's fantasies to the point
that he would die of cardiac arrest (from excitement) or drowning (in
one's own drool)... such was the nature of her race.
"For the crime of insubordination... guilty. For the crime
of irresponsible social behavior, you are found guilty." That came as
no surprise to Yasha. There was no doubts about these crimes.
"...and for the crime of conspiracy against the Sisterhood
you are found not guilty." This did not bring Yasha any sigh of
relief... she had expected as much with such a weak case against her.
Still, there was the chance of conviction but she didn't take that
chance seriously... she hardly took anything seriously.
In fact, she would probably tell off the judge and perform
lewd acts before the court if it would not get her in too much
trouble. But it would, so she wouldn't.
"Any remarks Sister Yasha?", the Judge inquired.
Yasha's eyes glinted and she opened her mouth to fire off
some smart remark, but she held her tongue, remarkably. She shook
her head in the negative.
"No? You are hereby stripped of your rank as a Warrior and
sentenced to probational dream duty. Bailiffs?"
Two uniformed amazons walked stiffly up to Yasha and
unceremoniously ripped off her gown and took away her silver tiara.
One moved to take her bra but Yasha held her at arms length with a
cold glare. She reached behind and unhooked the breast covering
herself. The Judge raised an eyebrow at that but chose to ignore it,
the entire court was tired of this demoness and bringing it to
attention would just keep her there longer.
A red-head passed Yasha a card with the location of her next
assignment and the two bailiffs ushered her out. Before they got her
out the door, Yasha turned and projected the loudest, rudest, and
most smelly odor she could produce right in front of the Judge... and
winked.
-=-=-
Ranma-chan tossed the soggy roses to one side and wiped her
hands on her pants. In her dash home she had completely forgotten
that she was clutching a bunch of expensive flowers and had wacked
them into this disastrous state. No matter, she didn't need a bunch
of over-priced flora to be romantic. Perhaps dinner for two...
"OWW!!", Ranma screamed as Panda stepped on her foot.
"Ya big oaf! Watch where-"
"Oh Ranma, you're home. Please don't track any mud into the
house.", said the always domestically conscious Kasumi. Nabiki came
up close and discreetly cupped Ranma-chan's crotch.
"My, my, my Ranma...", she grinned, "You're awfully *wet*!"
Ranma glowed bright red and began to sputter a fiery retort when
Happousai glomped on to her chest.
"Ranma, how kind of you! Although I prefer a wet T-shirt to
a wet shirt!" Ranma screamed and struggled until she was able to
punt Happousai through the wall and into the rain. Ranma-chan stood
there panting with her fists and teeth clenched, reflecting.
Obviously a quiet candle-lit dinner was out of the question....
-=-=-
Yasha went down to the Dream Assignment Office as soon as the
paperwork was done. All the other succubi in this area were scantily
clad if at all... here, clothes were a sign of rank. She was allowed
to keep her ankle and wrist bracelets to show she had formerly been
a Warrior but for the sake of humiliation not honor. Demoted to a
mere dream patroller she would have to work herself back up the ranks
to become a fully-fledged Warrior again.
Yasha moved to the front of the line and smiled when she
recognized the succubus behind the desk. It was Opal, the very same
succubus that assigned her dreams way back then. Opal returned the
smile and passed her a form.
"Hello Opal, I see you have no desire to rise in rank."
"Too risky, it's not worth it... you've ended up back here
yourself, anyway."
"Heh. It's good to see you too, Opal."
"That's *Sister* Opal.", Opal insisted. She let out a sigh.
"Why can't to ever stick to the conventions of being a succubus?"
"Not true! I'm a succubus in the truest sense; chaotic and
free to do what I choose! The conventions will change and go in
another century or two, you'll see."
"Nonetheless, they are the current ruling power and you are
under their influence whether you like it or not... are you done
with that form yet?"
"Almost... here you go *Sister* Opal." Opal looked over the
form and nodded. She typed something into her terminal and pressed
the last key with punctuation. A few seconds later a purple crystal
popped out.
"Here's your dream patrol, Sister Yasha. Do your duty.
Remember the Human Front is just as important as the other ones."
"Bah! There's no action... just a feeble attempt to corrupt
the populous through wet-dreams. You know-" Opal silenced her and
motioned for her to lean in close then spoke in hushed tones.
"Yasha, this patrol came from the Magistrate herself.
Perhaps it's an elite mission, but I don't know... something's funny.
Please be careful, you're one of the last real succubus."
"What? Opal, what do you mean-" Opal ignored her.
"Neeeext!", she called.
-=-=-
After a quick hot shower, Ranma prepared to console Akane.
<She'll probably be upset that we can't go out today... I'll have to
turn that to my advantage.> He salvaged a presentable rose and fixed
his hair. Knocking lightly on her door, he quietly entered.
"Akane, you okay?" Akane was at her desk writing furiously.
"Huh? What's that? Oh- sure. I'm okay."
"You sure?" This was not quite what Ranma had expected.
"Yeah, why shouldn't I be?"
"Our picnic..."
"Oh Ranma! I'm sorry, I totally forgot with all this work!"
Forgot?!? Ranma was more than slightly annoyed. He had
humbled himself to the womanly arts of cooking to prepare the meal;
He had slaved over five whole courses! He had picked out the perfect
location and reserved it by fencing the spot off. Hell, he even had
a straw wicker basted and a white-and-blue-checkered picnic blanket!!
Adding the fact that it all had to be done in secret made it even
tougher. And she forgot?!?
"You forgot?", Ranma tried to say evenly but failing.
"Sorry, I suppose it doesn't matter since it's raining-"
"That's not the point!", Ranma said more loudly than he
intended. Akane reflexively grew defensive at his tone.
"What do you mean?"
"Nevermind...", Ranma sighed. It wasn't her fault it had
rained. She didn't know how much effort he put into it.
"Here.", he held out the rose awkwardly, "This is for you."
"Oh you're so sweet!" She kissed him on the cheek. Akane
put the rose in her pencil holder and turned back to her work. She
spoke with her back to him.
"First sunny day, we'll go out on that picnic, I promise."
Ranma ground his teeth half because of her patronizing words and half
because of her indifferent tone. He got a grip, though. The last
thing he needed was a fight with Akane right now.
Determined to do something romantic, Ranma moved up behind
her and began working on her shoulders, kneading at tense muscles.
Akane let out a sigh of gratitude. She leaned back and closed her
eyes, dropping her pen for the moment.
"Mmm... that feels great...." Encouraged by the appreciative
response, Ranma brushed her hair aside and began planting kisses
along her neck. Akane giggled then pulled away, returning to her
schoolwork. But Ranma continued to suck at her neck. He wrapped his
arms around her waist and hugged her.
"Ranma,", Akane giggled. "I'm very busy!", she said more
sternly. Ignoring her, Ranma gently nibbled her earlobe then teased
her ear with his tongue. Akane squirmed.
"I can't concentrate like this! I've got a lot of work!
Maybe later." Ranma couldn't bring himself to stop. He reached up
and squeezed one of Akane's breasts. She stiffened.
*<WHACK!>*
Akane had spun around suddenly, managing to slap Ranma and
knock him back with the chair at the same time. He lay on his back,
rubbing his cheek.
"Baka! What did you do that for?!?"
"You pervert! Why did you do that!?!"
"Hey, it's not like I haven't done that before!"
"I didn't ask for it!"
"Che! You try to be romantic-"
"Oh go knock up your whores!" Ranma cringed. That... hurt.
"You are *sooo* uncute!!!" Akane flinched. That had always
irritated her but somehow it really wounded her this time.
"GET OUT!!!" Ranma saw her flinch and immediately regretted
it, but guilt, anger, and pride held back his apology. Not wanting
to face this right now he slammed the door behind him as he left.
Outside, Ranma turned around and raised his hand to knock...
hesitated, then shook his head and walked away.
At least the rain hadn't spoiled his day... no, he did that
brilliantly on his own.
-=-=-
Yasha descended into the dream by the book. There had been
some strange disturbances early on but she somehow got through them.
Entering the mind she normally could pick up exactly what was going
on but interference let her only go by what she could get. Yasha
figured that the fogginess was probably the result of old age; most
likely she was in some perverted, old man's fantasy.
First things first, she assumed the likeness of the one being
dreamed about. Hmm, wild red hair tied in a tight short pony-tail,
slight body yet very buxom (men have a tendency to exaggerate
proportions in dreams), large glittery eyes, and finally a very soft
and round derrie.
Her attire was a standard, blue sailor school uniform. And
the setting was a typical teen-aged girl's room, stuffed animals and
all (she doubted this man had ever actually been in a teen-aged
girl's room). She plopped herself onto the soft, pink bed and waited
for further information.
Masturbate. What? Oh... how typical. She flipped up her
skirt to find- what a surprise- she was pantiless. Yasha worked
herself methodically... okay, what next? Ranma. Huh? Was she
supposed to call out that name or was it hers? Yours. Okay, that
way she can follow commands, right? Wait. Yasha grew slightly
nervous... the fog was induced, this person had extensive control of
his subconscious. And even in that case, she should be able to
detect more than what was given by the host.
One side of the room fogged out revealing a misty darkness
beyond. Just barely, Yasha could make out an approaching figure.
-=-=-
"Jerk."
"Idiot."
"Pervert."
"Stupid."
"Jack- arrgh!"
Insulting himself wasn't helping. What he really wanted to
do was go and make up with Akane. But he couldn't bring himself to
do it. Shameful of his behavior, he wondered... why didn't he stop?
Even he wasn't so dense as to realize that Akane wasn't in the mood.
Hell, he practically had a harem of girls to do those kind of things
for him... once.
That was the problem, he had lost all his women. Not that he
exactly had a harem. Most men, this sometimes included himself,
fantasize about a having a dozen or more beautiful women pamper and
please him in any way he chooses. You know, grapes, fans, massages-
the whole bit.
Ranma's girls violently ripped off his clothes and pleased
*themselves* with his body as if it were a piece of meat... not that
his situation had been horrible, but most men granted with his harem
would be glad to be rid of it after a week or so... maybe.
So, as much as he groaned and complained, his pride loved to
be the admiration of those girls. Besides... as ashamed as he was
to admit it... he missed the sex. In his own way, Ranma was addicted
to the Dust. As much as he resisted them, he loved it and was
beginning to need it.
It was really beginning to bug him that they no longer made
any advances toward him. No flirting, advances, flaunting, or lewd
jokes (except the occasionally Nabiki one). They didn't tease him
(not often, at least), tempt him, nor show any desire for him... it
drove him nuts! Ranma found himself trying to flirt with them or
flaunt his physique to get them to display some sort of need... but
no response. Dr. Tofu's Amnesia Potion did the trick in curing the
Passion Dust Junkies.
As a result he found himself remarkably in need of female
companionship. Sudden withdrawal from the smothering affection of
the women left Ranma in bad shape. For a moment he had even
considered Shampoo.... But he caught himself and Ranma moved to
Akane.
So the whole picnic affair wasn't completely a romantic
venture, but more in hopes of getting lucky. Akane had seen right
through him when he groped at her like a hungry wolf, so he deserved
the slap. Ranma knew he was a jerk, he had reduced his relationship
with Akane to his own base lusts... but he was only human!
Whatever. He let out a heavy sigh and sulked off to his
room. Ranma promised himself to make it up to Akane. After cursing
himself some more, he hit the lights, and went to sleep.
-=-=-
"Hentosai!", Yasha gasped.
"It's always good to see you, Yasha.", Hentosai grinned.
"I can't say the same, Half-breed."
"Demons have always been ranked above the Succubi. Show some
respect for your superior!"
"Mutt! Humans- er- half-humans have no rank!"
"That's because they are wild cards. They can surprise you,
easily."
"Feh, I prefer your brother's ignorance to your arrogance any
day."
"It's not ignorance, it's idiocy! He refuses to admit his
heritage, he's got himself thinking he's a full blooded human!"
"At least he behaves like one! You're not a proper demon
*or* human!" She spat to one side with contempt. Hentosai ruffled
and recoiled.
"Nonetheless!", he said regaining his composure, "I am asleep
and have summoned you! You will do as I wish!"
"But demons don't dream!"
"One of the many redeeming qualities of being half-human, my
dear. I can dream while fully awake and conscious.", he smiled.
Yasha made a retching noise.
"Whatever it is you want, you're not getting it!"
"I summoned you! -You cannot!-", his face turned red as a
beet.
"I am- ...was, a Warrior. Your summons is meaningless to me!
I'm outta here!" Her eyes glowed and intense green until the light
engulfed her form and blinded Hentosai. After the light faded,
Hentosai blinked and rubbed his eyes... she was still there.
"It... didn't work.", she said it more as a question than a
statement. Panicking, she tried again... no dice. Hentosai smiled
up at her.
"The Magistrate and I had a little deal-"
"It didn't work?!"
"-she considers your behavior highly dangerous to the Succubi
way of life... you are mine to hold until she can form a new case
against you, and that could take decades! This was all under the
table of course, the official story is that you got lost during a-"
Yasha conceded. She knew the drill, in fact she had been
assigned to handle corrupt deals like this before. That was the
beauty of chaos... how could you corrupt chaos? With an infusion of
law and order, that's how.
"What do you want?", she sighed.
"First, you will make me deliriously happy with that shape-
shifting body of yours..." Yasha suddenly became conscious of her
appearance. She shifted to the most grotesque, sex-less creature
she could think of... Hentosai.
"Like this?", she asked innocently.
"Gak! Young and nubile! Not old and hideous!!!"
"This then?" Yasha assumed the form of a young boy.
"I'm a connoisseur of female assets not a sick pervert!
Girls! GIRLS! I WANT GIRLS!!!" Yasha changed to a group of young,
soft, female bunnies... the fuzzy type that hop with the big ears.
"GRRRRR-", Hentosai looked as if he was about to throw a
hissy fit... he did. After finishing his tantrum he resumed his
posture and calmed his senile self.
"Heh heh, you're very funny. But I can wait. I hold your
*freedom* in my hands and I can keep you until you do my bidding.
I don't need your body, but I do need your skills. I have another
task for you to do instead." The bunnies stopped romping around
and all stood attention, staring with their big watery, green eyes.
"There is a house, a dojo actually, that is home to the most
beautiful creature that I have ever seen in all my years. There were
other girls there... yes, four lovely specimens of lovely, young,
female anatomy. But the red-headed one has stolen my heart.
At first I feared that I had killed her... my Passion Fever
Attack was accidentally released against her... but after a long
journey following a strange pig, I finally found myself back at the
dojo to find her alive and well. It was a miracle!
Yet I could not bring myself to approach her. My knees turn
to jelly and my old heart beats until it threatens to burst! A silly
grin pastes itself on my face and my peni- .... -ahem. Yasha, do you
realize what this means..... I AM IN LOVE!!!"
Yasha felt a wave a nausea turn in her stomach at the same
time a tickling laughter threatened to bubble out of her throat.
Everyone knew demons couldn't fall in love! The two simply didn't
mix... that was what was making her sick. The thought that this half
demon might be in love was what she found hilarious.
With disgust and ridicule welling up in her she decided to
laugh first. She bent over laughing until she fell to the ground.
Then she rolled around, still laughing. Yasha laughed until her
insides hurt... then she threw up on Hentosai's feet, over and over,
while still giggling now and then. She wiped her mouth and recovered
slightly as she got to her feet.
Hentosai looked at the nasty puddle at his feet then made it
disappear by banishing it from his mind. He stared at her with an
annoyed look on his face until she completely calmed down.
"Alright, already... I'm done... what *is* it that you want?"
"A pair of her panties." The look on his face was so
completely serious that Yasha had to bite her lip from exploding into
laughter again.
"Jeez, whatta ya need me for? Get them yourself!"
"As I told you before, my knees turn to jelly... I can't do
it with any level of competency. I am not yet ready to face my
Beloved... but until then, a pair of her panties will be enough to
allow me to- ahem- perform personal business."
"Gack! Don't mention that or I'll hurl again!"
"You're a succubus... your business is to make men do that!"
"*Men*! Not *YOU*! Yuck! The mental image itself is enough
to kill me!"
"Grrrr- Joke all you want... you're not leaving until I get a
pair of Ranma's panties!!!"
"Calm down you dirty old mutt! Okay, I'll do it. Just tell
me what to do and where to do it."
"I thought you might see it my way..."
-=-=-
Yasha felt the repellent force as she approached the Dojo.
<What the Hell is this?! The mutt didn't tell me about any demon
wards about the place...> As she got closer the force became strong
then suddenly disappeared. Yasha looked about nervously then after
nothing happened she shrugged and continued with her "mission." <No
use waiting around...>
Yasha assumed the form of Ranma-chan in the same blue sailor
outfit that Hentosai had pictured for her before. This whole venture
was entirely too shaky. Hentosai had barely provided her with any
information. If anyone in the dojo asked her a question, she'd be
discovered right away.
She walked into the gate and cursed when she saw two middle-
aged men blocking the doorway with a game of Shogi. They looked so
intent on their game, Yasha figured that she could slip by...
suddenly both men looked up from their game and stared at her.
<*Shit!*>
"Um... hello Uncle!" That was safe enough, in Japan, nearly
everyone was referred to as your uncle. The man with the mustache
grinned and returned the greeting.
"Hello Ranma!"
<So far so good...> She looked to the bald one who was
frowning at her. <Am I caught already?>
"What's this Boy? You don't even greet your own Father?!?"
"Uh, oh! Sorry... Hi Father. Um, bye!" Yasha quickly
slipped past them and around the corner. She wiped her brow.
<Whew! Close one... did he call me "Boy?" Ah, nevermind,
he's probably got mental problems.>
-=-=-
"A-HAH!!!! I'VE GOT YOU TENDO!!!!", declared Genma as he
slammed down his Shogi piece. Soun assumed several thought postures
as he looked at his situation.
"Not quite yet, Saotome... I can still- ah no that won't work
...a-hah! I can- nope... There's still a chance of- oh nevermind
that doesn't work either.", Soun shrugged and looked up from the
board, "Looks like you win Saotome."
Soun looked at Genma whose teeth were clenched and face was
twitching.
"Saotome! Did you hear me? You've won!" Soun grabbed Genma
and shook him to try to get him to respond. Genma turned to him and
croaked out.
"M-my S-s-son... he w-w-was wearing a d-dress... wasn't he?"
"Um, why yes. A nice navy blue one, I think. Although the
skirt was a little too short.... It's almost scandalous, the way
our children are exposed these days. Those kind of uniforms really
ought to be outlawed- ... - D-D-D-DRESS?!?!?"
"**RAANNNNNMMMAAAAAAA!!!!!!!**"
-=-=-
Yasha plopped down on her knees in frustration.
<So many panties! How am I to pick the right ones?!?> She
had successfully stumbled upon the laundry room and was rummaging
through all the small pastel colored unmentionables. <At least there
are less in here than in Happousai's room!> Earlier she had been
baffled by the sheer numbers of panties all within the little
pervert's room. At least in here the panties belonged to only the
girls of this house.
<Maybe I can try to take them all and sort them out later?>
Yasha began stuffing the panties in her pockets. When she
ran out of those she sticking a few along her waist-band. Once out
of room there she began stuffing down her blouse. That began to fill
up so she unbuttoned her top a bit for more room.
Suddenly, the door was kicked open.
Yasha, startled, hurried to gather all the panties and hide
them.
"RANMA!!!", the two fathers yelled as they kicked the door.
Genma and Soun were greeted to the sight of a Ranma-chan
clone bent over on the laundry floor with a pile of panties in her
arms. With her blouse undone and her bent over position, they were
greeted with an eyeful of cleavage... with panties stuffed between
it. Yasha looked up innocently and said sweetly, "Oh... hello
Father... hello Uncle."
The two men screamed and bolted out of the laundry room and
slammed its door shut.
-=-=-
Soun knelt outside the laundry door, weeping.
"Saotome... *<SOB>* Tell me I didn't see that!" Genma
clenched his fist and ground his teeth.
"I wish I could Tendo. The Boy's too weak I tell you! The
Curse has finally gotten the better of him! He's lost his sanity!
We've got to do something to save him... to restore his manhood!"
"Perhaps he's doing it to get my daughters' panties? You
know, all boys his age are a little hentai... it would be better for
him to be a little hentai than a twisted cross-dresser! I won't have
my dear Akane marrying some sicko!!!!"
"We will check then, Tendo!"
-=-=-
<Oh crap... I must've done something to give myself away...
better hurry it up. Dammit! There's no way I can take all of these
without someone noticing... I'm going to have to pick a pair!> She
made her own panties disappear then picked up a small, light blue
pair at random and stepped into them. Yasha pulled them up to find
the crotch-piece fit perfectly but the sides were a bit loose. She
pulled up on the sides to compensate.
Again, the door was kicked open.
Again, Yasha, was startled, causing her to jerk her arms up-
-taking the panties with them.
"RANMA!!!", the two fathers yelled as they kicked the door.
This time Genma and Soun were greeted to the sight of Yasha
with her back to them. Her skirt was hiked up at her waist and she
was pulling up on the blue panties, which were burying themselves
in her buttocks. Genma urked and Soun choked. Yasha let go of the
panties, smoothed her skirt down, and turned her head around to look
innocently at the intruders and said sweetly, "Oh... hello Father...
hello Uncle."
The two men screamed and bolted out of the laundry room and
slammed its door shut.
-=-=-
"TENDO WHAT WILL I DO!?! WHAT WILL I DO!?! WHAT WILL I-"
"Saotome!!! For starters you can stop slamming my head
against the wall!!! Secondly... I feel that this evidence is still
only circumstantial. I think we must- ahem- enter a final time to
get a another look.", Soun said as he adjusted his pants.
"What?!? This time he could be *naked*!!!"
"Exactly- I mean, um, of course not! I find it hard to
accept that my son-in-law-to-be is having doubts about his sexuality
Trust me, I have three children of my own to-"
"Fine then! I'll give him one more chance before I ship him
off to China!!!"
-=-=-
<Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.> Yasha realized whatever chance
she had at not getting caught had evaporated. <It'll take a miracle
for me to leave with these panties and not be recognized as a fraud!>
For the final time, the door was kicked open.
This time Yasha wasn't really startled as she saw the pattern
emerge.
"RANMA!!!", the two fathers yelled as they kicked the door.
This time Genma and Soun were greeted to the sight of....
Nothing. Yasha looked at the two blindfolded men with puzzlement,
but she didn't sit and ponder. She quickly gathered two fistfuls of
panties and crawled between their legs.<Yes! Curse the Demon Below,
I'm outta here!!!>
"Now Ranma, my boy. I realize you must be going through
something horrible right now- I went through a similar phase with my
Panda curse- but we can all get through this if we just communicate
a little better, right? Ah, hello?" The two men groped blindly
forward, crouching downward slowly until they were crawling forward.
"Just what the Hell do you think you're doing Old Man?!?",
yelled an annoyed and distinctly male Ranma behind them. Genma and
Soun immediately shed their blindfolds and spun around to see Ranma
and the three Tendo girls looking at them sitting in a pile of girls
underwear.
"Oh my!", cried Kasumi in her usual fashion.
"Father!", gasped Akane.
"Daddy, dearest... care to explain yourself? Just what would
Mother say about you rummaging through our underclothes?", said
Nabiki in her deadpan, yet amused, voice. A little man leapt up and
added himself to the laundry room's doorframe.
"That's my boys! I knew all that training had to pay off one
day! Tsk tsk tsk... but Soun... your own girls!!!", admonished the
little old pervert, Happousai. Red-faced, they tried to explain.
"B-b-but..."
"Ranma- you were just-"
The two fathers gave up and fainted.
-=-=-
"NO NO NO NO *NO*!!!!"
"But how can you tell!?!"
"I don't owe you and explanation, witch! None of these are
hers, you useless bimbo!"
"If you tell me how *YOU* know maybe *I* can tell which ones
are hers on the next run!"
"NO! It is not for you to know!"
"Will ya stop yelling already?!?"
"I'M NOT YELLING!!!!"
"Baka...", Yasha muttered. At this rate she'd be under the
service of this senile old fool for the next millennia! If only she
could figure out a way to break free of his grip....
"-return tomorrow and try again. You understand?!"
"Hmm? Oh yes, affirmative, O Great Wrinkled and Impotent
One!" She had barely heard a word he had said but she thought she
had the general gist of what he was saying. Go in, confirm the
target's room, grab the panties, and get out. Sounded simple enough,
but then again, so did the first plan.
-=-=-
"I can't believe you *STILL* won't eat my cooking!!!"
"If you want to kill me, why do you just say so!?!"
"ARRRGH! I can't believe you, Ranma! You're so pig-headed!"
"Ranma... Akane... could you keep it down? The two of you
are giving me a head-ache."
"Stay out of this, Nabiki! Akane! Whose being more stupid?
Me, for wanting to live another day, or you, for not giving up this
thing you obviously can't, and never will, do!"
"Oooo!!! That does it!!! Ranma, you *owed* me at least
this! Don't think I've forgotten what happened two nights ago. I-"
"O! What happened two nights ago, Sis, hmmm?"
"SHUT UP, NABIKI!!"
Yasha watched the angry exchange from a distance. She could
not hear what they were saying, but she could sense it was an old
argument from the tired look on Nabiki's face. They would all be
distracted. This was the perfect time to slip in as these humans
entered the dojo after their schooling.
She assumed the form of a school girl. Yasha picked a young
face but a tall, thin body so that she could be accepted as the peer
of any of the three entering the dojo. Her eyes flashed green and
she was teleported right behind Nabiki who didn't notice her one bit.
As they entered they were greeted with broad smiles and warm
welcomes by Soun and Genma as the two looked up from their Shogi
match.
"Welcome home, my reasons for living!"
"Give a hug to your old father!"
They "urked" as the arguing couple passed them and Nabiki
followed suit by ignoring them completely, shaking her head and
rubbing her temple as she walked by. This left Yasha in front of
Genma and Soun, all alone... no problem, she knew these jokers.
"Grrrr... no respect, absolutely no respect...- Hm? Who's
this? Hello, you are...?"
"Hello, Sirs, I'm Yasha Tenma!", she said cheerfully, "I'm
here to... er- to-...."
"Yasha, eh? What kind of parents name their child 'Demoness'
... is it a joke?"
"Ha ha, yes- um, my parents expected Hell with a little devil
of a bundle but instead got me, a little Angel!" Yasha made sure her
eyes gave off an extra green sparkle.
"Hmm... I see, nothing like my, Nabiki! HO HO HO!"
"Yes, how fitting that we are lab partners at school... I'm
here to work on a project with her-"
"And she left you here all by yourself to entertain two old
men? For shame! You see, Soatome, what has become of our children
these days? Here, I'll call her! NABI-" Yasha cut off his shout.
"Oh, no need to call her back here!", she tittered and waved
her hand in a little dismissive gesture, "Just point the way and I'll
go off."
"Okay, very good then..." Soun proceeded to tell Yasha where
Nabiki's room was.
"What a nice girl, eh Tendo?"
"Yes indeed... 'Demoness', Hah! Imagine if!"
-=-=-
Yasha moved down the hall until she bumped into Kasumi, who
was carrying a basket of laundry.
"Oh my... who are you?", asked the proper hostess.
"Uh, Yasha Tenma, Ranma's lab partner... can you direct me to
her room, please? She left me somewhat lost.", Yasha smiled.
"Oh that's good, with such a mature girl like you, you're
certainly be able to help Ranma get a good grade. It was Ranma,
was it not?", Kasumi beamed back.
"Yes, Miss.", Yasha smiled so widely her eyes shut.
"Oh alright then...", Kasumi pointed down the hall and around
the corner, "Nice meeting you!"
"You too!", Yasha's face hurt from all the smiling. She
decided that Kasumi was right and assumed a younger and cuter form
in order to seem like she would fit into Ranma's grade.
-=-=-
"I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU!!! *<SLAM!!>*", screamed Akane
as she slammed her door shut.
"FINE!!! *<SLAM!!>*", yelled Ranma as he did the same. Akane
opened her door back up to respond.
"FINE!!! *<SLAM!!>*"
"GO TO HELL!!! *<SLAM!!>*"
"GO TO HELL, YOUSELF!!! *<SLAM!!>*"
"SHUT UP YOU STUPID GIRL!!! *<SLAM!!>*"
"RANMA NO BAKA!!!!!" Akane was just about to slam her door
shut for the last time when she stopped at the sight of a cute girl
about her age.
"Oh, I'm sorry, who are you?", said Akane slightly out of
breath from all her screaming.
"My name's Yasha Tenma, I'm here to help Ranma on a science
project... we're lab partners.", Yasha said, gushing cuteness.
<Boy, this girl's cute...>, thought Akane.
"You can't be Ranma's lab partner, *I'm* Ranma's lab partner!
Com'on what do you want?", said Akane somewhat aggressively. Yasha
knew she had screwed up... she had to think of something fast-
"I'm sorry for lying- strict parents and all that- mmmm, the
truth is, Ranma and I set up a little slumber party. So if you could
direct me to-"
"WHAT!!?!!?!!?!!" Yasha jumped back slightly at her response
and took it the wrong way.
"Oh, oh! I'm sorry! Ranma didn't invite you?! I'm sure it
was an oversight! You can come! Let's invite a whole bunch of
girls! I already have two or three friends coming! Oh, please don't
be mad.... We can all sleep together!!!", Yasha said quickly.
"***W*H*A*T***!!!?!!!?!!!", seethed Akane as she glowed a
vengeful azure. Yasha stepped back a bit a cursed, <Oh damn... now
I've *really* fucked up this time!> As Akane stormed off, Yasha
decided to back off and assume a pitiful, puppy-faced look to defend
herself from any possible attacks. Akane wasn't gone long.
-=-=-
"Baka... stupid Akane.", muttered Ranma unhappily. He didn't
have time to reflect on his sorrows as Akane kicked in his door
bearing a pail of cold water.
"What the-?! Haven't you heard of privacy- *<SPLASH>*",
Ranma-chan sputtered, "Hey you! I- *<BASH!!!!>*" Were Ranma-chan's
last words before Akane malleted her into oblivion.
"Pig.", huffed Akane.
-=-=-
From her position in the hallway, Yasha had missed Ranma's
change into Ranma-chan. But she still had heard the awful crunching
sound and winced when she heard the mallet fall repeatedly. Akane
passed by her calmly as if she was invisible and slammed the door to
her room. Yasha stood there a bit not sure whether to proceed or not
then quickly slid into Ranma's room and locked the door.
Inside it was a fairly small and simple room. On the bed lay
a pained and unconscious Ranma-chan, facedown. <Well no better place
to get panties than fresh off the source!> Yasha pulled at Ranma's
waistband but it didn't come off easily so she flipped Ranma-chan
over. With her middle and ring fingers clenched into her palms and
a dazed and contorted face, Ranma-chan was definitely not the image
of beauty that Hentosai had painted for Yasha... still, even now she
was cute.
The next thing that Yasha noticed was that the drenched white
cotton top that Ranma-chan was wearing not only did a poor job of
containing the red-head's bust, but what it did cover could be seen
through the damp material. This all accentuated the fact that the
cute girl was bra-less. Yasha was sorely tempted to play a bit but
shook her head and returned to her mission. She undid Ranma's draw-
string then pulled down her pants to reveal a pair of lovely, pink-
... <*BOXERS*!?! What the Hell is *this*!?!>
This *proved* that she was destined to suffer! Of all the
girls for Hentosai to become infatuated with, he had to pick the only
one that didn't wear a bra or panties... but *BOXERS*!!! ...and they
were tacky yellow and blue ones at that!! She could imagine the
reaction if she tried to bring Hentosai back a pair of these! Yasha
made a quick and panicked search of the room for any signs of women's
underwear only to find more boxers and more men's clothing. <Oh just
great! A cross-dresser! *<sigh>* I guess that's what her Old Man
meant by 'Boy'... she's a complete Tomboy! Not even a pair of girl's
gym shorts that I could've passed as panties!>
Yasha decided to re-think her position and go with the boxers
-after all Hentosai had his special way of determining if they were
Ranma's or not, and these were. She supposed that it would be better
than nothing. She took Ranma-chan's pants off and then began to pull
Ranma-chan's boxers down. Yasha had been unconsciously holding her
breath which she let out in a small gasp as Ranma-chan's smooth mound
was exposed. Her hairless slit was pink and moist. Ranma's entire
body was still slightly damp but the moisture had begun to condense
into small droplets all over her. <Oh, what the Hell!>
Yasha crouched down and buried her noise into Ranma-chan's
sex inhaling her fragrance. She slid both hands up Ranma's waist and
under her wet T-shirt, to fondle the globes of soft flesh. Ranma let
out a moan and began to dampen further. As much as she wished to
continue, Yasha checked her internal time and knew she had to go soon
so she gave Ranma-chan's a long affectionate lick along her slit and
got up. She pocketed the yellow boxer shorts, flashed her eyes green
then teleported back to Hentosai. Ranma moaned and shifted, her legs
sliding back and forth at Yasha's departure. Ranma-chan's hand
snaked between her legs and continued....
-=-=-
"So, Yasha, did you succeed in your mission?"
"You *could* say that..."
"HM? What do you mean?!", growled an impatient Hentosai.
Yasha crossed her fingers and held out the crumpled piece of cloth in
her palm.
"Oh boy!" Hentosai leaped for joy as he grabbed it and
rubbed it lovingly, snuggling his face against it. "Oh my dear sweet
Yasha, thank you so very much! These are certainly hers! These are
the most perfect specimen of... -eh?" Hentosai smoothed out the his
treasure to reveal them to be a pair of boxers.
"AHHHHHHH!!!! WHAT KIND OF JOKE IS THIS?!?", he screamed at
the top of his croaking and cracking voice.
"It's not a joke. I simply couldn't-"
"GAAHH!!! THIS ISN'T RIGHT!!!!"
"Please, listen to me! I-" But Hentosai ignored her, he
grasped the boxers between his fists and meditated only to come out
of his trance even more agitated.
"THEY *ARE* HERS!!!! B-B-BUT-"
"WILL YOU SHUT-UP ALREADY, YOU OLD FART!!?!?!!" Hentosai's
eyes watered as he came to the edge of sobbing. He clutched the
boxers tightly as he looked up at the obviously pissed demoness.
"Good... I did everything as you said: infiltrating the dojo
and making it into the target's room. I searched every crevice of
her room and found no signs of any panties... only a lot of men's
clothing. I suspect that she's a cross-dress-"
"NO DON'T SAY IT!!!! DON'T YOU *DARE* SAY IT!!!!"
"Ah, well, ahem- yeah, whatever... anyway, I thought it wise
to get whatever I could so I took these boxers directly off the
target and brought them to you. I've brought you her under-clothes,
may I go now?"
"No! I demand a pair of panties! This won't do! You will
return one more time, this time via dream, and find out what this-
this- well *THIS*", he pointed angrily at the boxers, "is all about!"
"Whatever....", sighed Yasha.
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