Come on, *surely* this called up similar scenes in other authors'
minds.  ^_^;

"David A. Tatum" wrote:

Nothing felt better to him after a day
in his crazy life than a nice, hot soak in the furry.

Nabiki choked down dry heaves as she saw Ranma walk back into the
room.  Thank goodness he had done it in the furo; she shuddered to
imagine Kasumi's reaction not only to learning about *that*, but
learning she'd have to clean up the bloody footprints, not to mention
the site itself.  Though the furo had probably suffered a few claw
marks, repairs for which might cost double to keep the workers from
questioning the marks' origin or reporting them to the police...but
letting Ranma get discovered promised far worse, for then he would have
no reason not to use his full power.  And she did not want to imagine
what he would do if she allowed the furo to fail, unless he destroyed
it directly.

"Hey, Nabs.  We're all out of *shampoo*."

He winked, and she could no longer repress her revulsion.  She thought
he had offered her the chance to save one particular feline.  Only now
did she recognize it, far too late.  Or rather, her memories recognized
it; the one in question would undoubtedly be unrecognizable by now, and
probably had passed on thinking that Nabiki was deliberately snubbing
her.

"I guess you'll have to bathe without it."

She let him strip her, responding almost like a limp doll.  It was
easier this way; resisting merely got bruises.  As he carried her - one
hand on crotch and one on breasts, copping a cheap feel which neither
of them had any illusions about - she spared a glance at the door to
her younger sister's room, wondering if she was dead yet.  No sound,
save the thump of meat on meat, had come from there in days, and Nabiki
was forbidden from looking in.  She doubted that Ranma even cared if
Akane still breathed, at least until the body decayed too much to
enjoy.

Akane probably thought she had done Ranma a favor by wishing to remove
his fear.  Unfortunately, the demon, in typical fashion, had expanded
that to include stuff like "fear that other people might object to your
actions", and sprung in maddening twists of logic to generally take
Ranma into his power.  Nabiki suspected she lived only because the
demon seemed to need someone to hear the justifications - someone who
could possibly understand them.

That was when she heard the meows.  Suspecting the truth but refusing
to believe it without evidence, she looked at what used to be the furo,
now a drained pit, magically extended, covered with fur and blood.  Fur
that strained out from the walls, forming itself into zombie cats.  She
smelled the fish sausages before she felt Ranma push them through her
skin.

"You've been a naughty girl, you know, slacking off on your training.
But maybe, if you live the life I've had, maybe someday..."

"I can defeat you?"

He smiled.  "...you can be my equal.  My partner.  My...mate."

She somehow doubted her lifespan could be measured in dog years.

---

"David A. Tatum" wrote:

Nothing felt better to him after a day
in his crazy life than a nice, hot soak in the furry.

...though he wondered if the genetically engineered furo replacement
particularly enjoyed digesting the scum which came off his body while
he soaked in its orifice.  At least they had finally solved the problem
of its sides shedding all over wet bathers.


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