With the kitty insisting that the computer was important, Ranma was convinced to investigate. The evil bitch, whom Akane had become lately, had been using it when Ranma saved her sexy new pet and perhaps there was a clue on it as to what had happened to the sweet girl she had known.
The lesbian sex had been great, but Ranma missed the old Akane - the uncute, violent tomboy was referable to the sexy, lesbian dominatrix.
She wasn’t exactly computer literate but, since waking up weak and female, Ranma had learned to rely on her speed and brains to stop jerks like Kuno from having their way with her. With only a little flirting she managed to convince a guy at a computer store to hook up a new monitor at a discount price.
Fortunately the system was fairly user friendly, so she didn’t have to do anything more than flirting to get the program up and running. In fact, it was surprisingly easy for her to learn how to use the thing, almost as if she was remembering a forgotten skill. Ranma shrugged and put it down to her learning curve - maybe she could invent Martial Arts Computing, or something?
It took her almost no time at all to find the most recently used program and get it up and running. When she did, she soon realised the potential. Curing himself of the curse and his weakness became the first priority, and a celebratory fuck with his new pet the next.
Nabiki was pleased to see that Ranma had gotten the program running, and really enjoyed having the strong, male Ranma screw her, but she was eager for him to get her back to normal.
Ranma was amused as his pet kept pointedly staring at the computer when not gazing imploringly at him. “Okay Kitty, let’s see what I can do for you. Okay, I’ll remove the compulsion to only eat garbage and stay away from the Tendo compound.”
Nabiki purred happily as Ranma began typing. That was a nice start, but she really wanted him to do more. So why was he shutting down the laptop?
“Okay, Kitty, let’s go home.”
‘What!?’ Nabiki thought in alarm. Why hadn’t that idiot at least restore her power of speech so he could find out who she had been? But when Ranma clicked his fingers, she padded meekly after him, rubbing against his legs and purring affectionately like a well trained pet. She consoled herself that at least she would be going home and be near the laptop when Ranma finally got around to using it on her.
After spending considerable time, and just spending considerably, in the furo with Ranma, a cleaned and satisfied Nabiki fummed as she was lead into what was now apparently Ranma’s bedroom. She was pleased to finally be able to lie on a bed while Ranma screwed her, but it was her bed and she was furious that it had been given away.
Ranma eventually pulled away from his fucktoy and set up the computer. Nabiki looked on eagerly and mewled, trying to give him the idea that she wanted to speak whith him. The jerk just laughed at her antics and scratched behind her ears.
“Don’t worry Nabiki, when you wake up, everything will be fixed.”
‘What?” Nabiki blinked as she felt herself dozing off. ‘That jerk knew who I was and still used me! I’ll ... make ... him ... zzzzz!’
Ranma smiled fondly. It had been fun, but it seemed that using Nabiki for sex wouldn’t have occured to him if the computer hadn’t made him think of her as a sex toy. Akane had also used it to screw around with other people’s lives and Ranma was determined to fix everything - including Akane.
Ranma wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, unless dealing with something involving martial arts, but even he knew that Akane’s behavior had something to do with using the machine. So he carefully checked everybody he knew and reversed anything Akane had done with them, resisting the temptation to do something himself. He even healed Akane’s injuries, and purged whatever had been influencing her.
Finally he added a global command to ensure that nobody recollected doing, seeing or being anything unussual over the last few weeks, then....
Tue Oct 3 07:43:16 2000