A Typical Fairy Tale

By: Tarnished Oversoul and Lady Venom

E-mail: diabla_devil@hotmail.com or tarnishedoversoul@hotmail.com

Authors’ Notes:

Venom: Hi, Hola, Konnichiwa! This Is the merger of three great (sort of lazy) and fantastic authors . This is our first Ranma fic so they’re probably OOC, please don’t blame us. Also beware of plot holes and sudden twists.

Tarnished Oversoul: Hi, I’d just like to give a lot of credit for this story to my good buddy Venom for the idea of the story and writing this prologue (I’m only editing.). She doesn’t give herself enough credit for anything, which is weird because I must have a constant flow of compliments to keep my ego going. That’s taurus scatology for read and review. We LUV reviews.

GS: <cough> I’m gonna take credit for the final edit and helpful tips. Plus the fact that I post everything. Other then that, this is an extremely shameful, shameful plug for myself. So check me out at GS! Te he!

Lady Vemon: <nothing ... cause she didn’t type an intro>

Warnings: Beware of spelling and grammatical errors. Plus language, off- coloured jokes, puns, OOC, and all the usual oddities. This is also rated PG-13 for a reason a tad wee bit of sexual content so in other words it’s mountain dew (lime) Slight mention of rape, yaoi (but not really) and a very bad sense of direction you have been warned. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Nope, not ours.

Um... It’s not what you think, honest! Please don’t take this for PWP! It really isn’t all like this. And don’t judge us too harshly, it’s my first time writing * like this, cough *, though not Lor’s.

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~* Prologue ~*

“Shampoo!” was the squeal of the protesting teen as small hands pulled at the rough material of his belt. Ranma pulled away in embarrassment, and blushed a deep red at his stupidity. His eyes, quickly he raised to the ceiling, knowing that to look upon the seductive curves of the girl below him would erase completely the message he wanted to deliver. There was a small piece of him only, perhaps the toll of so many long speeches his tedious protocol teacher had delivered on the so-called “honour of nobility,” that made him think it, but whatever the cause of the nagging, he knew that he want to pursue in the empty affections of the foreign girl. The prince knew in his heart that he really didn’t really feel anything for the dark haired enchantress, well aside from the throbbing in his pants. Ranma also felt that Shampoo only was using her body to have something to brag about with the local city’s giggling girls, and he really didn’t like the idea of being anyone’s prize. Plus she thought he was fucking hot (evidently.)

The blue haired Sorceress wasted no time in complying to his wishes. Instead she curiously, cocked her head upwards in a quizzing expression and drew Ranma’s head down to face hers with surpsingly strong hands, as if to say don’t you want me? But she did not however make any move to back away from the black haired boy, leaving him completely at her mercy. Instead she only moved closer and proceeded in the task of completely exposing the body before her.

Delicate fingers undid the frogs of his red, silk shirt slowly, making it more torturous for the aroused prince to say no. With each button undone, came a tiny, butterfly kiss drawing lower down his belly that grew more violent as she went. A rush filled his veins and he moaned loudly, shivers going down his spine. He wanted her both to stop and continue the lingering kisses, and continue. Shampoo finished unbuttoning his shirt and impatiently threw it on the ground. She then started again on Ranma’s black pants and another moan escaped his lips. It grew in intensity as warm lips encased the tip of his pulsing member teasingly.

“Shampoo,” came his protest again, though weaker than the first time. He called her name again, though this time in a huskier voice that Shampoo identified as definitely not protesting. Only then did she withdraw and strip off her own clothes. She only gave him a few minutes to feast his appreciative eyes on her body before sidling up towards the prince again, grinding her body against his while he groaned.

“Shampoo,” the prince forced the girl away from his body with a renewed mental strength. He didn’t want this. Well actually, he thought wryly, he wanted this but not this. He explained this to Shampoo. “Do you know what I mean Shampoo?”

“No Ranma I no understand,” was her cold reply. “But Shampoo beautiful no?.”

“Shampoo, I can’t do this because I don’t love you.” Ranma diverted his eyes to the ground as not to face the tempting view in front of him. “Shampoo, I don’t love you and I won’t get your hopes up of a future marriage.”

“Ranma, we be- what call word.” The girl scanned her mind for a moment with closed eyes. “Fuck friends?”

“No Shampoo, not that either.” The prince was a little taken back by the blunt language of the girl.

Shampoo’s eyes dropped, as did her hopes in concluding the night in the manner she hoped to. There really had never been any love in her heart for the boy, but she felt anger and pain that this boy would reject her in such a way. She expressed this. “Ranma no know what is feel to be woman. Well, then Shampoo make him feel what Shampoo feel.. .Pain!,”

She angrily said a foreign word in her native tongue and made a wand appear. For a moment Ranma believed the young woman was just a little kinkier than he’d thought her to be, which sent a fresh rush through his veins. These hopes were crushed however when she began to speak again. “Ranma learn what is like to be woman, Shampoo make Ranma woman!,” She screamed, her eyes flashing a deadly glare at the shocked prince.

“Wait a minute! You mean the wand isn’t a prop? . . .Shampoo baby, Darling, I love you, can we settle this civilly... over tea perhaps... or better yet how about our nice warm bed? . .I don’t know about you but I’m feeling cold... brr.” Ranma empahsized, trying desperately to convince Shampoo out this, but unluckily the sorceress showed no signs of doing so. Damn.

“No Ranma too late, Shampoo no like feel pain, is unbearable,” Shampoo said, her hair flaring in all directions. She raised her wand high into the air.

“Hey Diddle Diddle!,” She screamed and an eerie green smoke started to emit from her wand and quickly making it’s way to Ranma.

“Huh? That’s not a spell.” Ranma said cluelessly as the green smoke enveloped him completely. The smoke quickly vanished and a well proportioned red headed girl was standing in Ranma’s place. Shampoo smiled wickedly at her masterpiece. “Oh bull shit! That’s not a spell-“ he squeaked, then quickly clamped a hand over his mouth.

“The only way Ranma break spell, if he fall in love and Ranma’s love returned,” Shampoo said, her emotionless eyes never leaving Ranma who was covering his body with a blanket.

Just then King Genma Saotome walked through the door and awed at the sight in front of him. Two beautiful and well proportioned girls standing in front of him, completely naked. He used all of his strength and kingliness to sustain himself from pouncing on the two beauties.

“Wow, I knew Ranma was a sweet talker, but I never thought he was that skilled.” He said, his sight not leaving the girls’ bodies.

“If you keep saying bad words I turn you into kitty,” Shampoo said angrily.

“There’s no need, with two standing in front of me,” Genma said matter-of-factly.

That did it, Shampoo became really mad, so mad, it made the red headed girl hide under the blankets she was using to cover herself. “Hickory Dickory Dock!” She yelled, her wand pointing straight at the surprised king.

“What the hell, that’s not a spell!” The surprised King yelled as the blue smoke enveloped him completely. He screamed in agony as he felt his body change rapidly. After a few moments the pain ceased and he looked down at his feet, they were white and furry. His hands were turned into paws! He tried to talk but when nothing came out he gave up. Shampoo only smiled at this.

“You make Shampoo fool with words, now you no speak again. Only way spell break is Panda must make love to willing woman!,” Shampoo laughed maniacally and disappeared into thin air. The Panda searched desperately for a sign and a marker and his convenience he found some under Ranma’s bed, and wrote quickly.

Ranma? Ranma read out loud.

“Pop. . .I’ve been turned into a girl!,” He said in anger.

The panda found another sign and wrote quickly.

And what a girl you are it said.

*************Once upon a time in a land far far away where countries were named after directions instead of noble dead people. . . . .* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *