ANDFR: A New Species For Ranmako

Unending BE - episode 292872

Nodoka and her pretend daughter (who was her actual son) sat down in the beautician's chairs, awaiting their makeover, while Marilyn's coworker Kimiko evaluated the filled-in forms with quick professionalism. At one point she stopped, blinked and looked over at "Ranko", who was having the first stage of the furrification treatment rubbed into her skin by Marilyn. "Lack of development"? Well, if the girl was self-conscious about that rack, she'd have to get something from the upper end of the sex-mod catalog to compensate. They'd have to see what they could do about helping her deal with the weight, depending on the final species; possibly a quadruped configuration would be needed. As for the sensitivity of those mammary models - well, that was a good thing, wasn't it? She went back to her work.

Ranma was monumentally bored. There was nothing to do but lie here naked, while that chattering blonde smeared a tingling cream over every inch of her skin. A neuron or two at the back of her brain fired - this was normal, was it? Ranma wasn't sure what was normal for a "makeover", but since her mother hadn't complained, she had to assume it was okay.

The blonde had now moved on to Ranma's hair - although she kept calling it her "mane" for some reason. She had unravelled the pigtail and started shampooing the red locks vigorously. The smell of the shampoo reminded Ranma of something, but she couldn't quite remember what it was. And why was the number 110 popping up in her mind for no good reason?

The japanese girl who had taken the forms was back and gave some papers to the blonde, who started fiddling with the console of that big hair-drier thing at the top of the chair. Man, she was taking long - how complicated could it be to set a hair-drier? Ranma was starting to doze off, when the drier finally hummed to life.


Akane was playing "fetch" with Bicchan on the lawn behind the school building. It was a special kind of "fetch" that the panting dog-girl enjoyed very much: Akane threw a 12-inch dildo as far as she could, and Bicchan raced after it, panting and yipping, with her long tongue flapping in the wind. Then, when she had caught it, Bicchan carried it back to Akane, fully inserted into one of her orifices. If no more than an inch protruded, after crawling all the way back, Akane would fuck her to one orgasm with it, before it was thrown again.

Akane watched, as the drooling dog-girl slowly waddled back towards her, trying to make sure that the rubber cock stayed deep inside her. For one second she imagined her sister Nabiki in Bicchan's place - Nabicchi - and she felt an intense pang of arousal, which was immediately followed by an even more intense pang of guilt.

What was wrong with her? Why had she given that coupon to Nabiki? Last night she had decided to stop Nabiki from using it, confessing to her, if necessary - so why hadn't she done that? Why was she here, playing with her neutralized rival, when she should be at home, keeping her sister from sharing this fate? As she rammed the huge tool into the barking former Okonomiyaki-chef, she realized that she was procrastinating; keeping herself from doing what she knew was right.

With one last, hard thrust (which incidentally pushed Bicchan over the brink of orgasm), Akane let go of the dildo and jumped up.

Bicchan looked after her Mistress, who was running away somewhere. Was she supposed to follow? Mistress hadn't said. And she was still a little too wobbly on her paws to give chase anyway. Mistress hadn't taken her home or told her what to do. So... perhaps... Her little doggie brain boggled at the enormity of the next thought: perhaps she could do what she wanted? Just for a little while?

Bicchan barked her thanks to the generous Mistress and started to wonder what she should do. Then she chased her tail for a while. She found something disgusting-smelling to roll in, and did so. She crawled all over the school property, marking every corner and tree. Then she remembered something else.

Perhaps she could find those nice doggies who helped her when she was really fucky, some time ago. The thought made her back end drool almost as much as her front end. She quickly found the front gates of the school and crawled out into the streets of Nerima. And if she couldn't find those doggies, perhaps she could make some new friends.

Thus began Bicchan's Big Adventure...


This whole makeover thing was so girly, thought Ranma. But that was okay, 'cuz she was girly, too. She frowned. Wait, she wasn't girly, was she? She was pretty sure she was... sort of... un-girly. But she was having a makeover, and that was girly, so she had to be girly as well. She though about what it meant to be girly, and a lot of things rushed to the forefront of her brain; things her father had taught her about girls.

Unfortunately, the program running on the Mental Adjustment Drier was designed to reaffirm the feminine self-image of natural women - it had never been intended for use on a person who didn't have a feminine self-image, and whose subconscious convictions about women had been ingrained by a macho idiot, trying to bring him up to be an even bigger macho idiot. A lot of these ideas Ranma knew rationally to be false, but once an idea is anchored in the subconscious, it is very hard to shake and takes a constant, conscious effort to ignore.

Girls are weak. Girls are silly and stupid. Girls can't fight. Girls are pretty much useless and are only good for one thing (Ranma hadn't understood that one, at the time - now she had a vague idea). Girls can just be used and discarded by men, as they see fit - it's not as if they count or anything. Girls need a man in their life to give them direction... and discipline.

Considering this beautiful treasure chest of fatherly advice, one shudders to think how Ranma would have turned out, if he hadn't learned to disbelieve anything his father said, outside of martial arts training.

And now poor "Ranko" had only this to base her gender identity on.


Nabiki sat at her desk and looked at the sheet of paper before her.

She had written down all important events of the past few weeks, in an effort to find whatever she had been missing. Normally she prided herself on not having to write any such lists, since it all took place in her head without the need for such crutches. She also disliked writing things down, because such a paper then represented tangible evidence of her thought processes and plans - a very laudable thing for others to produce, of course, but something she had avoided doing since she was eight.

The result was... intriguing.

Several lines in the list were circled with pencil. These were the lines that she could not think about or try to correlate without either getting immediately distracted of triggering a headache. And almost every one of them related to the transformation of people into pets, in one way or another, except for the line about Akane's coupons.

Some sort of mind control effect, perhaps? It sounded rather "SciFi", but apart from simple insanity on her part, it seemed the only theory that fit the facts - and Nabiki wasn't prepared to consider insanity as a hypothesis yet.

She looked at the list of circled lines again. One of these things is not like the others, she hummed.


Ranko giggled. She felt light-headed and silly - but that was only natural, since girls are silly. The blonde woman had told her to get up and walk into the back room, so Ranko did it. Girls need someone to tell them what to do, after all.

Her skin felt all strange and fuzzy, and she couldn't put her feet flat on the ground; she had to walk on the balls of her feet. But that was okay - the blonde woman had said so. She also said to step into this tub of green, glowing goop and let herself sink completely under the surface. That was okay, too.

Anything was okay with Ranko.


Akane arrived at the Tendo dojo at a dead run. The gate slammed with the wind of her passage, and she only barely managed to stop herself in time, before she ran down the front door. Ripping off her shoes without bothering to don house shoes, she ran on barefooted.

She had to catch Nabiki before she used that coupon!

Akane achieved her objective rather suddenly, when she raced around a corner of the hall and crashed into her sister, causing both of them to fall to the ground in a tangle of limbs.

"Something the matter, Sis?" asked Nabiki. "Or were you just trying to break the land speed record for the fun of it? Perhaps you're training to take your club's pet cheetah girl walkies?"

"Nabiki!" Akane couldn't stop herself from hugging her sister impulsively.

"That's me," said Nabiki. "Well spotted."

"You haven't used the makeover coupon yet!"

"No, I haven't. I gather from your reaction that I shouldn't - why is that?"

Akane squirmed under Nabiki's interested gaze. "Uh... it's... because you... I found out that they do really shoddy work! Yeah, so you can just throw the coupon away. I'll get you something else instead."

"Well, that's a relief," said Nabiki. "And here I thought it had something to do with the transformation of humans into pets. I was rather worried, because I'd given the coupon to Ranma so Auntie Nodoka could take 'Ranko' there. I was just about to head out to that salon - but if it's just a case of shoddy workmanship..."

The last few words were spoken to thin air, as Akane's footsteps faded into the distance.

"Well, well, well," said Nabiki. "What have you been up to, Sis?"


Akane was almost completely out of breath by the time she arrived at the Furries 4 U shop - but there was still enough left for a shriek of despair, when she saw the display in the window. The entire window was taken up by a a large display cage, in which two furries lazed. One of them had to be Nodoka, judging from the facial resemblance. The other one...

"RanRan", as the cardboard sign proclaimed her name to be, wore a bright, happy and utterly brainless expression, as she preened before the passers-by, displaying herself in the most shameless way. Her breasts... They were impossible. Larger than Chi's bouncy bunny boobies; larger even than UshiMimi's milky udders. It was almost ridiculous to see these titanic melons on a girl of Ranma's size - or species. Nature had never intended to affix such wrecking balls to a

  1. pony
  2. *cow
  3. cat
  4. skunk
  5. bunny
  6. *member of Ranma's new species.
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Rat Bastard (AN: I don't mean for Ranko's mental state to be permanent - she's just stunned)

Mon May 5 12:16:14 2003