Akane - who was really Jim, thinking he was the real Akane (and acting just slightly out of character) - grinned maliciously, as she started typing once again. Nabiki watched her surreptitiously, while pretending to be preoccupied with cleaning her sperm-filled snatch for the ump-teenth time that day. Actually, it was harder for her to actually watch Akane than to pretend preoccupation - she had to concentrate hard, not to get carried away with her self-grooming. What made it even harder was the fact that her thoughts were racing at break-neck speed.
Akane hadn't been changed. She had been a fake all along! Possibly a fake who actually believed she was the real deal, judging from her utterances and her choice of victims in the past days - but Nabiki had no doubts that the one who had just returned home with another version of Ranma was her true sister. It was tragic that these two had to fall into the clutches of the fake right away. With a sad heart, she observed how fake-Akane used the computer to create a new fate for the helpless true Akane.
At _The Pussy's Meow_ Cologne noticed her magic-sense going off yet again. Ever since she realized that magic was being worked all over the ward of Nerima, she had tuned her senses to detect those changes, as they happened. She knew she should be out there, trying to triangulate the source of the magic bursts, but she had found that riding herd over her former amazon sisters - now nymphomaniacal and none-too-bright whores - was a full time job.
And speaking of "none-too-bright", the sheer, unmitigated idiocy that her great-granddaughter Shampoo had been reduced to was extremely exasperating. She seemed completely unable to manage even the most simple things, apart from sex and masturbation. If Shampoo-bimbo got any more stupid, she would need coaching just to breathe. As it was, she might have to wear diapers, since she had turned up only five minutes ago with her own urine streaming down her legs and giggling dumbly.
"Tee hee! Shampoo-bimbo wet self," she had said. "She too stupid to find toilet. Pretty girl help?"
Cologne sighed deeply. After cleaning the happy moron up (and it had been hard to wipe down Shampoo's crotch without her trying to stuff Colognes hand up her cunt), she had left her great-granddaughter in the care of several of the whores, who seemed to be delighted with the retarded slut. Now she finally had a few minutes to herself to ponder her situation.
She seemed to be immune to the changes of the assumed computer, at least at the current range. She wasn't about to test that immunity at point-blank range, so a direct confrontation with the user of the magic machine was out for the moment. Also, she had lost all her magical artifacts, putting her at a distinct disadvantage in such a confrontation, even if her protection held.
First she would have to get things organized here, so that she could afford to go out and take action, without endangering her helpless sisters and brainless great-granddaughter. Then she would find the originator of these depredations - in secret, mind you. Then - and only after thorough analysis - she would set about acquiring whatever magical countermeasures were indicated and available. With some luck, the magical treasures of the Amazon tribe had not been annihilated, but had merely taken a different course through history, in this changed world. If some of them could be tracked down and acquired, they would prove invaluable.
Of course, that would take money, which she did not have in abundance, all mundane treasures having vanished along with the magical artifacts. She had to earn money - and Cologne knew what that meant. This was no longer a restaurant, after all.
She began to draft a business plan that would ensure her sisters would be fucked as much as possible, every day.
Ukyo set down the okonomiyaki before one John... err, one customer and giggled. This made her almost unrestrained breasts jiggle in a very "cute" manner, drawing attention to them. She whimpered when he reached out to "steady" them. Her nipples popped up so hard that they were almost trying to poke through the man's hands, and yet another spurt of cunt juice squirted down her legs.
Her musk dribbled past the crotch of her costume, which always worked itself in between her cunt lips, no matter what she tried. Thus her shaven and swollen labia were permanently on display, as she sashayed around the restaurant that had once been her own domain - now she was only an employee, and a badly paid one, at that. She was merely the dessert for the customers; a tasty treat the everybody got to sample.
Like the customer that was even now bending her over the table and preparing to thrust his member into her hypersensitive twat.
Ukyo softly sighed. Such was the life of a "cute" girl.
Somewhere in Nerima, a certain figure with a yellow-and-black bandanna was lost - as usual.
However, hardly anything about the figure besides the bandanna and the sense of direction was as usual. For one thing, she wore the bandanna around her neck, now.
Ryoko Hibiki snorted and looked around at her unfamiliar surrounding. When she left the Akane Dojo, she had headed to the Unryu Pig Farm, like a good little piggy, but she seemed to have lost her way again.
She stood at a height of five foot, all midnight-black, shiny, hairless skin from bald head to hoof-like toes. Her nose was a pig snout and her hands were hoof-like paws, just like her feet. Pointy pig ears and a curly tail completed the picture of an anthropomorphic sow.
And she was a busty sow, indeed, with no less than eight rounded, squeezable breasts arranged along her front. Those would be very necessary to nurse the many piglets she would bear for the Unryu Pig Farm. There her mistress Akari bred Ryoko to all her champion sumo pigs - truly gigantic boars with commensurate equipment - except when she got lost again.
Sadly, this happened a lot, whenever she was not too pregnant with piglets to stray far. When she got lost, she was forced to root through garbage cans and back alley dumpsters for something to eat, just as she was doing now. Somewhere in this pile of rotting garbage, she could smell some leftover, half-eaten food, which made her snort and squeal, as her mouth watered.
Kasumi brayed loudly, as her father used her like the slutty animal in heat that she was. Her rat-like tail twitched where it was draped over his shoulders. Her long, flexible tongue dangled from her mouth, dripping drool in a sort of semi-circle before her, as her even longer and equally flexible neck swayed back and forth. Her once more erect ears added to the image of a donkey mare being mated.
There were no thoughts in her empty head, save the echoes of her frantic "Heeeee Haaaaaw! Heeeee Haaaaaaaaw!!" But if there had been any semblance of rational thought, she would have been so very happy that her human masters would deign to use a simple animal like her as often as they did. Her father, Dr. Tofu, the salesmen at the market, strangers on the street - Kasumi has happy to offer herself to anyone, just to feel useful. For the same reason she loved being milked or being ridden. It gave her a deeply sexual thrill to be used - a cruel parody of her truly selfless and helpful nature in her former life.
Not far from where the mindless donkey girl was braying her lust for the world to hear, a more quiet coupling too place.
Genma Saotome, now permanently a priapic panda, growfed and shot another dose of sperm into his whimpering, climaxing wife. This caused the fur on her backside around her newly-acquired panda tail to spread a little further, while her ears became a little more rounded and moved further up on her head by a fraction of an inch. Neither of them had realized yet, what the frequent doses of panda sperm were doing to her, but even if they had know, neither would have cared. It might even have made them more eager to mate.
In the dojo Nabiki struggled not to let the taste of Ranma's - the fake Ranma's - sperm distract her from watching Akane.
As far as she could see, the computer was quite simple to use. You selected a subject by name and were presented with a picture and apparently all pertinent information about them. She couldn't tell for sure, without creeping closer and risking Akane's attention. The selected individual then could be altered by morphing the picture, by adjusting the sliders and values in the information section, or by typing in text commands. Nabiki was already planning out her actions for the moment she got access to the machine - she might only have seconds to act, after getting her hands on it.
Meanwhile, the faux Akane was finishing her transformation of the real one.
"Behold: my new creation!" she said to nobody in particular, thereby betraying her mental state. "I call her... Mini-Me!"
Where moments ago there had been a regular-sized, normal-looking Akane, there was now a version of her that bore strong resemblance to the manga style that was often called "super-deformed". Short, with exaggerated, childish proportions, big eyes, big head - both cute and funny in a weird way. This Akane reached only to the false Akane's waist, and it occurred to Nabiki that it was probably not a coincidence that her mouth was exactly at crotch height.
The big Akane patted the head of the short version, like one would do with a pet, and the little one reacted as if in pleasure - but Nabiki thought she could see panic and revulsion in those big, cute eyes. Perhaps Mini-Akane was a potential ally, when not under the influence of her evil twin. Nabiki went back to eating herself out, before Akane noticed her interest, and allowed herself to get lost in the taste and sensations. She had seen enough for now.
Sat Jul 20 08:38:17 2002