In a way it was Happosai's fondest wish - granted. He was now a pair of cursed panties.
The Cube had granted his wishes as he'd made them. He'd wanted to see the girls turned into rubber, he'd wanted to see sex, he'd wanted someone to be turned into panties.
He hadn't wanted himself to become panties, but the devil's in the details.
"Well, this isn't all that fun," said the panties. "No movement, no warmth, no ki. It's like it's dead plastic inside. Not even that anatomically correct anymore. Maybe one of the others."
The Eternity Cube had granted Happosai's wish, but put its own desires forth.
Ranma had the Panties Of Torijima which could overwhelm the physical transformation and part of the mental.
Happosai could reverse the mental. It was like a dash of cold water soaking through the haze induced by Puddles' manipulation.
Horror and terror now dominated the mind of Ami Mizuno, former smart girl with dreams of being a physician - now simply a slab of shaped rubber meant to be used and had been used repeatedly. Shame was there too, and she viewed her dear friends and colleagues and even the strangers around her - knowing that things had been done to them over and over again.
The Cube had miscalculated something, not too misunderstandable when one is not human at all but trying to work with the species - as Ami's mind found itself locked into an eternal scream that she couldn't voice.
Kodachi Kuno saw the streamers heading her way and dodged them quite handily.
Though her reactions seemed slowed, she had already determined the odd changes in her balance and begun adapting. The tendrils sent her way were much like ribbons used to attack her in Rhythmic Gymnastics - and she knew there was a monster here that Ranma was supposed to fight. The conclusion was obvious, even to her.
She also understood that she was at a distinct disadvantage. Her tools were decidedly absent. She had a few oddiments secreted on her person, she had expected to be among enemies after all. One vial of poison that she'd planned on sprinkling on food. One sprinkle would paralyze for hours, the entire vial might kill a monster? She had her ribbon, of course, and she had her skill in acrobatics. Given the close quarters though - her defeat would be inevitable if she remained.
"Is someone fighting? What's going- AHHHHHH!"
Kodachi used the distraction, a set of handsprings to the window, and then through it. She landed awkwardly and began limping off at her best speed.
Puddles surged forward, angry that a prey was escaping even if such had been left behind by the escapee.
"AHHHHHH!" the new prey turned to run but wasn't quite as quick. Two tendrils out and both the young girls were caught and slowly drawn into a "pocket" that Puddles made of his mass. Then like a wave cresting he quickly engulfed the two, shredding their clothes and invading them in swift measure.
Again the three tentacles began pumping into holes that became smooth channels, but Puddles was aware that something was wrong. Off. These two weren't spectacular catches, fairly normal in fact, but there was something else wrong here.
Puddles fed, killing the girl and trapping her soul in the moment before orgasm. With her mind trapped in that loop, unable to move, it would break her down to that soul. An eternal torment, made more sweet by the prey's inability to recognize it as such. At least, after feeding and restructuring was done.
Yuka and Sayuri tried to grab each other's hands, tried to recognize their friendship once more - and then they were gone.
"This is nuts," said Ranma. "In order to save someone from being a sexdoll, I end up turnin' her into a sex kitten?"
"Trust me, this is a lot better," assurred the doctor.
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