Nabiki managed to drag her eyes from Shampoo's fragrant lavender bush and over to Cologne just in time to see the old crone pull some amulet out of a chest.
But before Cologne could do anything with it, something strange happened. A strange, shimmering ring formed around her body, almost like Saturn's famous accessories. It wavered and flowed backwards and forwards, looking almost like the dividing line between two unmixable fluids.
More and more turbulence appeared, and soon the structure was no longer flat, but a broadening belt of swirling light that steadily grew to cocoon the old woman, while growing brighter all the time.
Instinctively Nabiki hissed and fluffed her fur, while Shampoo - or Shampoo-Bimbo, as she now referred to herself - just stared dumbly and started rubbing her genitals.
Finally the light receded, and where Cologne had stood, it left behind...
"Pretty girl!" Shampoo exclaimed. "Girl want fuck Shampoo-Bimbo?"
Unlike Shampoo, Nabiki knew quite well, that the raven-haired, teenaged chinese beauty before her was none other than Cologne (although it did cross her mind that Shampoo might still be as intelligent as before and only trapped in these moronic, self-degrading behavior patterns, just as Nabiki herself was trapped acting like a slutty fuckpet). The girl still clutched the amulet and seemed astonished at her own transformation. Did she still have her mind, or had she been reduced to something less, just as Shampoo and Nabiki had?
A very un-girlish smirk played over those youthful features, and Nabiki knew that Cologne was still with them.
"Now, this is a side-effect I could live with," said the girl, lightly running a hand over the contours that strained her formerly loose-fitting robe. "I'm just glad I got to my protection charm in time, or I would in all probability be joining Shampoo now."
Nabiki looked over at Shampoo and saw that the new bimbo was furiously driving three fingers of one hand into her thickly furred snatch, while her other hand had popped one of her huge, round tits free from its ridiculously abbreviated waitress outfit, enabling her to suck on the thumb-sized nipple.
That was the last straw for Nabiki. The only thing keeping her from descending into mindless fucklust had been the sight of Cologne's gnarled face and body. With that gone... Shampoo soon felt a soft muzzle with a rough, sandpapery tongue nudging her fingers out of the way.
Cologne sighed and watched the two victims of the computerized magic go at each other, kissing, rubbing their tits together, eating each other out. That could have been her, she realized, if not for her amulet. As it turned out,
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