DAMN YOU, RANMA! Ryoga charged through the halls of the Knight
Foundation mansion, his blood boiling with his livid temper. It just wasn't
enough that Ranma treated AKANE the way he did, but he had to be a clumsy
dumbass with two vials of that stuff! Now, here he was, a pig! Ryoga vowed
an unholy vengeance upon the pigtailed boy... err... girl... as his hooves
pounded against the carpet.
While he may have been a pig, he was still a Hibiki. As such, he had
become hopelessly lost in the maze-like passages of the mansion. Ranma was
in here somewhere, Ryoga just knew it. If he could only find him... um, her.
So caught up in his own anger, Ryoga didn't notice the white-clad
leg until he slammed into it at full tilt. He found himself on his rear
haunches, shaking his head when a hand grabbed him by the bandanna and
lifted him up.
"Zo, vat do ve haf here?" Ryoga opened his eyes to see Ludwig
staring at him, his white hat firmly in place. He started to bwee
frantically, forgetting for the moment that he could no longer speak. He had
also forgotten something else. "Vat is a little piggy doink in ze manzion?"
Ryoga continued to oink as the missing detail came to him. Ludwig was the
head cook. "Ah, vell, he'll make a fine pot roast."
HELP! Ryoga cried, which came out as "BWEEEEEE!"
Ryoga squealed in terror as Ludwig carried him into the kitchen, the
smells of cooking food suddenly making him very ill. He loved the food here,
and now he was going to BE the food here!
DAMNIT, RANMA, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!
Ludwig plopped him down on the counter, the noise of the kitchen
assaulting Ryoga's ears. His eyes fell on the myriad collections of knives,
cleavers, and other assorted sharp and unpleasant things.
"Now, now, hold ztill!" Ludwig admonished. "Now, vere did I put zat
meat cleaver?"
With a surge of super-piglet strength, Ryoga burst forth from
Ludwig's grasp. Blind with panic, he charged across the counter with Ludwig
close behind.
"Come back here, piglet!" he shouted, "I just vant to be your
friend!" Ryoga, however, heard none of that.
LEMMEOUTLEMMEOUTLEMMEOUTLEMMEOUT! He ran like a pig possessed, until
he slammed into a large black pot on the stove. The pot clattered to the
floor, drenching Ryoga in the boiling contents.
YYYEEEOOOWWWW!" Ryoga leapt to his feet, screaming bloody murder as
the scalding water soaked him. He danced in the cooling puddle for a few
moments before realizing that the only sounds in the kitchen were now coming
from him.
Every eye in the room was fixed on him, the cookstaff's collective
jaws nearly hitting the floor. Ryoga looked around in utter bewilderment
before finally looking at himself.
"I'm a man again!" he shouted in triumph. "I'm a man! I'm..." He
looked down at himself again. "NAKED!" Blushing furiously, Ryoga covered
himself with the nearest cutting board as he backed toward where he hoped
was the nearest door.
"Excuse me, sir," said a voice from his right. Ryoga turned his head
to look at the man in a white chef's hat, who wore a nervous grin on his face.
"I... I'm sorry about this... I mean..." The cook leaned over to
Ryoga's ear and whispered,
"I'm parked out back."
The sounds of insane violence eched throughout the kitchen before
Ryoga burst out of the door.
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Nabiki stepped out of her office in time to hear the thundering
footsteps rumbling toward her. Before she could turn her head, two muscular
and wet arms encircled her form behind.
"I'M ME AGAIN, I'M ME AGAIN!"
"Ranma?" She was spun around, jumping around with him as Ranma
hopped about like a rabbit on acid.
"IT WORE OFF!"
"Yeah... I... NOTICED!" She managed to pull herself from Ranma's
grip and... oh, wow.
"RANMA KNIGHT, PREPARE TO DIE!" From out of nowhere, Ryoga slammed
into Ranma, sending the two rolling down the carpeted hall.
Alright, Nabiki, she thought, you can handle this. Okay, so it's the
weirdest day of your entire life, but you can take it.
She stared at Ryoga and Ranma as the two wrestled about on the
floor.... naked... and... and... Oh, damn.
"Guys?" she asked almost timidly. "Guys? GUYS!" The two finally
stopped, staring at her. "Much as I'd ordinarily like having two naked men
fight over me, I do think we should get down to business."
"Huh?" they choroused.
"We have to figure out what's going on, you perverts! Now get up!"
Ranma and Ryoga climbed to their feet, finally realizing that they were
standing in the hall in their birthday suits. Nabiki groaned as they tried
to cover themselves, marching into her office with an inward leer.
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"Okay, let me get this straight," Nabiki said tiredly. Ranma and
Ryoga sat across from her, towels procured from her private washroom
covering their modesty. "You both say this suddenly wore off?"
"Yeah," Ranma answered. "It wore off when I got into the shower."
"And you, Ryoga?"
"Mine wore off when I knocked over that pot of water in the
kitchen." Nabiki leaned back, watching the shadows in the office lengthening
as the sun sank below the treeline. A thought was beginning to form in her
head, merging with what little data the Knight Foundation had on the
Jusenkyo Samples. Maybe...
Quick as lightning, Nabiki grabbed her water glass and splashed
Ranma. Ranma sputtered for a few seconds as his hair turned red and breasts
grew from his... her chest.
"Whatdja do THAT for!" she screeched.
"Gah..." was all Ryoga could manage before his nose exploded. Ranma
looked over at the now unconscious man, then down at her chest.
"YAH!" Ranma covered her breasts with her arms, blushing like a
tomato as she glared at Nabiki.
"Hey, what gives!" Nabiki ignored the girl as she splashed Ryoga. In
an instant, his body shrank, the pigment darkening as he became a pig.
"Well, this is interesting," Nabiki said drolly.
"What's interesting?!"
"BWEE!"
"Well, it would appear that cold water changes you two to your
alternate forms, while hot water restores you to normal."
"Bwah?"
"Bwee?" Nabiki reached for her open thermos of coffee, splashing the
two with the hot black liquid. Instantly, they reverted to their original
bodies, Ryoga now sitting on his towel. With hurried motions, he wrapped it
around himself once more before turning to glare at Ranma.
"Someday, somehow, I'll make you pay for this, Ranma!"
"Ryoga!" he snapped to attention at Nabiki's voice. "Now that you're
human, return to your lab and finish the adjustments on AKANE. Make sure she
recognizes BOTH of Ranma's forms."
"But..."
"Just do it, Hibiki,' she growled, "and if anything funny happens to
Ranma as a result of ANYTHING you do with AKANE, I'll make sure Ludwig turns
you into pork chops, understand!"
"Y-yes." he gulped.
"Now go. One of the staff wil go with you." Ryoga stood, walking
toward the door to the hall. At least the man could find THAT.
"Okay, Nabiki," Ranma said, "What're you gonna do about this?"
"Well, Ranma, it would appear that your particular condition has
several... advantages."
"WHADDAYA MEAN ADVANTAGES!" Oh, man, he did NOT like the sound of that.
"I'll be blunt with you, Ranma. With that female body, you can go
anywhere."
"I ain't goin' nowhere with that body!"
"I'm afraid you are. Must I remind you that any hope of a cure lies
with us?"
"Oh, man..."
"Or in your case, aquatranssexual."
"What?"
"Nevermind. Anyway, AKANE will be ready by tomorrow. I'll brief you
on your asignment then. Good night, Ranma."
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Well, I finally got more done on this. Questions? Comments? Love to
hear 'em!
Jed