RANMA 1/2 THE NEXT GENERATION HENTAI RPG - 13: thread 2 > http://groups.yahoo.com/group/RtNGHrpg2/ Compilation by St Fan [CHARACTER'S PROFILE] Player: Rann Aridorn Character: Shan Pû (Shampoo) Age: 36 Gender: female Curse: cat (but mostly managed via various items.) Married: Divorced from Ranma, divorced from Mousse, unmarried at current time. Description: Shampoo eventually did get to marry Ranma, just like she always wanted, and even got to go home to China with him for a time. Sadly, this blissful state didn't last, as like so many of the other marriages that Ranma got involved in, it petered out and ended. For a time, Shampoo was very depressed, as well as being in low standing amongst the rest of her tribe. Her low self-esteem at the time led to her finally giving in to Mousse and agreeing to be his wife. (This lasted roughly forty-eight hours before she got completely and utterly sick of him, kicked him to the nearest mountain, and declared the marriage null and void.) Somewhat revitalized by this brief spate of "This is as low as I can get", Shampoo left the village for a while to work on her training. Having realized she had a bit of a reputation (albeit one blown a bit out of proportion) for using magical items, herbs, and magic to get her way, she decided to see just what she could do with this. Upon her return to Nerima, Shampoo bought out the shop next to the Nekohanten, made a few connections between the buildings, and opened the Nekoseiyaku (Cat Pharmacy, to match the Cat Restaurant). The Nekoseiyaku is stocked with a lot of "exotic" stuff, ranging from powdered Jusenkyô Spring Water to magical marital aids. It sees most of its patronage from the crowd connected to the Saotomes, as many other people in town write it off as a "creepy magic shop" or "new age junk store". However, its small clientele swears by it, and Shampoo devotes most of her attention to the pharmacy, though she does keep an eye on the Nekohanten as well, of course, making sure the staff keeps it running properly. Shampoo's mellowed a little with age... not entirely, but she's a little less likely to go running around trying to pounce people. She's bettered her Japanese, though at times of stress (or other situations causing absentmindedness) can still slip back into her earlier, much- simplified usage of the language. She's still mostly as uninhibited as always, less bisexual than "Eh, male, female, whatever." Shampoo still usually wears Chinese style clothes, though they're a bit different to reflect more maturity and a different profession. She usually wears a long black shirt with red trim and golden designs on it, one that wears almost like a jacket, hanging down to her ankles and fastening along the front to the waist, where it splits and moves out to the sides and down some, leaving the matching black pants visible, and black slippers. Shampoo is also still likely the "most developed" of all the former fiancées, with a chest that matches (or rivals) that of a certain famous female ninja from a different martial arts anime. [NOTE] This is a message from the Nerima Tourist Agency St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block One very notable feature of this Nerima ward of twenty years post-canon, is the "Nerima Museum of Mystical Relics, Bizarre Curios and Intricate Artifacts" -- most colloquially known as "Museum of Weirdness". It was co-founded, some four years ago, by both the Saotome families and the local Joketsuzoku expatriates, and financed through the generous patronage of the Kunô clan (officially; officiously, Nabiki is quite proud of this extortion). The main collection of this museum is composed of the various weird magical items the Tendô-Saotome clan has gathered during years of adventures, and which were starting to pile up. There is also a section devoted to the Joketsuzoku culture of China, exposing many weapons, artifacts and jewelries from the warrior women. The whole museum, since it is containing many priceless treasures, is quite thoroughly defended by vicious traps and ninja guardians – a long- standing contract with "Sarugakure Sasuke inc.". [GAME START] Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Early morning in Nerima. The streets were still rather empty, only the earliest risers being out at this hour. Among them would be the furnishers for the various restaurants and stores of the commercial sector. Which include not-negligible spots as the Nekohanten, or Cat Café, and the adjoining Nekoseiyaku, or Cat Pharmacy. Spying on the deliverymen, though, today was also present a strange figure. The fact that he (or she, though probably he given the size and broad shoulders) was wearing a large trench-coat on this sunny morning, as well as sunglasses and a hat covering his figure, showed great effort in trying to look inconspicuous. Of course, said efforts were rather making him stand out like a sore thumb, but... that was rather on par with the usual in this neighborhood. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn Shampoo had wandered to the outside of the restaurant to keep a watchful eye on the deliverymen taking things out of the truck. After the last time, she didn't want to take any more chances. (Luckily, the benefits of having her middle-aged deliveryman husband turned into her eighteen- year-old dilveryboy husband had occurred to the litigious housewife and caused her to drop the suit before it ever went to court... not that she would have been able to make her case without sounding like a raving loon anyway.) She was dressed as usual in the long jacket-like shirt and pants in Chinese style, and had a long-stemmed pipe held between two fingers, a curl of smoke wafting up from it. "Careful, there." she commented to a few of the workers as they started shoving a crate around in the back of the truck. "Who knows what will happen if you inhale that. You might wind up with women's nasal passages." Shampoo took a light draw on her pipe, then turned her head, eyeing the "inconspicuous" figure dubiously, and blowing out a light stream of smoke between her lips. "..." Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The figure noticed Shampoo's attention directed toward him. His gaze was impenetrable behind the dark glasses, but a large sweatdrop appeared on the side of his head (over the hat). Immediately, he plastered himself flatter against a wall, trying to hide behind some trashcans. This was no ninja, obviously, because Shampoo could still easily spot the top of the hat or a flap of the trench coat at any time. The deliverymen had obviously noticed the spy too, but simply shrugged it off and continued their jobs. It wasn't like anybody would dare to attempt anything with the store's owner present. They still remembered the bunch of robbers who had the bad idea to target the Nekoseiyaku's deliveries one day... the poor souls. The mysterious figure, however, seemed to have different opinions. Hunched, and tiptoeing behind the crates and trashcans, he got closer to the delivery truck. The workers sweatdropped and looked at each other, and then at Shampoo. Hiding (almost in plain sight) behind a crate, the intruder was trying to peek at its content.... Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn Shampoo rolled her eyes. 'One of these days, it will be a normal business day.' Then, with a small shrug, she blew out another curl of smoke, then gave her pipe a flick to send the burning embers flying out of it, arcing gracefully through the air, and landing dead in the center of the snoop's hat. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The mysterious figure didn't initially notice the ember on top of his hat, even when it started to smoke. He kept prodding into Shampoo's stuff, as if searching for something specific. Suddenly, the shrill ringing of a cell-phone startled him, and he scooted away from the crates in a panic. Disappearing behind the truck, Shampoo could still nonetheless hear his hushed voice, as the intruder murmured in his cell-phone. "Wha... Maman? Maman, this is my day off, why are you calling?..." "..." "Maman, I'm quite busy right now, I really can't talk..." "..." "No, I wasn't lounging in bed! I swear! I was on a surveillance mission, but you may have just blown up my cover!" "..." "No, I'm not trying to get rid of you, Maman... I told you, I'm quite busy..." "..." "Of course this is important! But I really can't talk right now..." "..." "Maman, don't yell! I'll explain everything to you next time I see you..." "..." "Gotta hung up, Maman. Bye." The figure let out a sigh... and then a startled yelp. He came out of his cover, running frantically while trying to put out the fire that sprung on his hat. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn Shampoo waited calmly until the figure's panicked running brought him within range. Then, with a style every mature martial artist who smokes a pipe has seemingly learned, she dipped her own pipe down and put it to the front of one of his running legs, trying to send him into a wild flip that would end up with him on his back and one of her feet on his chest. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The trench-coat-clad bozo flipped over just like Shampoo had expected. The intruder was obviously not a martial artist; at least, not on the level of the average ten-years-old of the extended Saotome family. "HUUUUUFF!!" he noisily blew, air chased from his lungs by the impact with the ground. His burning hat flew away, revealing dark hair, but his glasses and the collar of the coat were still hiding most of his face. Looking up, he could see a regal Chinese woman standing over him with a foot on his chest. Looking disoriented for a short while, the man finally talked: "So... you did spot me. Very skilled of you, indeed, I'm impressed...." Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn Shampoo's expression went a bit flat-eyed, a "WTF?" smile on her face, a sweatdrop beading on the back of her head. 'Not like it was hard.' "Just what are you doing, anyway?" she inquired, plastering a cool, disapproving look back on her face and raising an eyebrow. "Don't you know that it's impolite to be rummaging through other peoples' things? Especially people that could throw you to Africa, if they wanted?" (Somewhere in Africa... "[The pale-skinned one continues to shriek?]" "[Yes, we know not what it says. The witchdoctor thinks that it may need more leeches applied.]" "I'LL NEVER SHOPLIFT AGAIN, I -SWEAR!-") Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The mysterious guy, despite his rather bad position, seemed not too impressed by Shampoo's implied threat. Indeed, his voice was certainly prideful and confident when he answered. "Oh, I know that... but I'm doing this for a worthy, superior cause! Because I am..." He dramatically trailed off, while his hand went to a pocket of his trench coat. Shampoo naturally tensed, in case he was trying to pull out a weapon, but instead... ... he picked up something in his hand, and proudly brandished it for the Chinese woman to see, like an Amerika-jin cop would do with his badge in those old TV police shows (not counting the little detail of being sprawled in his back, of course). It was indeed some sort of round badge, except on it there was the picture of a... ... panda? "I am the local chief of the wildlife-protection cell!" he concluded jubilantly. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn "... No wildlife," Shampoo stated flatly, shaking her head. "Not since the weaving worms got out of their boxes and covered over every entry with solid sheets of silk. Don't carry it." She puffed on her pipe a few more times. "... Don't allow ducks, either," she added after a moment. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "AhAh! Don't try to fool me!" the downed guy stated, waving an accusing finger toward Shampoo. "I know that you Chinese pharmacists makes big use of various dried animal parts, many from endangered species! What will I found in your supplies if I give them a good look? Rare snake skins? Sea-turtle shells? Shark fins? Rhino horns? Or even worst... *gasp*... PANDA PARTS?" Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn "If I wanted panda parts, I'd remove them from my former father-in-law." Shampoo answered flatly. "Besides, all my crates come through customs." Customs that were overseen by one of her many relations via the tribe, but eh, no reason to point that out. "In fact, the very fact that you're here snooping could be seen as a case for harassment." Shampoo thoughtfully filled up her pipe, regarding the contents intensely. "Nothing would likely come on such charges, but since you provoked them, it likely wouldn't work out very well for you... all that trouble and expense put out by the department on your part...." Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "HA!" exclaimed the man, obviously not cowed. "Why are you instantly so defensive? If you so prompt to press charges when nothing was done, it can only prove one thing: YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO HIDE! "If you don't... then you wouldn't mind me examining your supply and taking samples for analysis, right? "Can I get up, now?" Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn > "HA!" exclaimed the man, obviously not cowed. "Why are you instantly > so defensive? If you so prompt to press charges when nothing was > done, it can only prove one thing: YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO HIDE! "Maybe because I have a strange and hyper little man bothering me." Shampoo murmured, expression flat and eyes looking off to the side... the expression would have done Nabiki proud. > "If you don't... then you wouldn't mind me examining your supply and > taking samples for analysis, right? "I do mind. You could be some scam artist trying to bilk me out of free merchandise. Or at the very least, paw through my inventory." > "Can I get up, now?" Shampoo hmmmed. "Maybe. First..." She slowly unbuttoned several of the top buttons of her shirt, which naturally pushed open a bit from the pressure of what it was restraining, revealing a goodly amount of cleavage. Shampoo then reached into said cleavage and produced a cell phone, flipping it open and eyeing the pad. "Now, which speed dial was the government services switchboard...?" Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block > "Maybe because I have a strange and hyper little man bothering me," "Little?" the guy whispered in dismay. Obviously, he didn't mind the "strange" and "hyper" qualitative, but "little" seemed to offend him. It was true he wasn't small... even if you discarded the wide trench- coat, he was obviously tall and broad-shouldered. > Shampoo hmmmed. "Maybe. First..." She slowly unbuttoned several of > the top buttons of her shirt, which naturally pushed open a bit from > the pressure of what it was restraining, revealing a goodly amount of > cleavage. The eyes of the man were still hidden by his sunglasses, but they obviously bulged under the glass, displacing them. > Shampoo then reached into said cleavage and produced a cell phone, > flipping it open and eyeing the pad. "Now, which speed dial was the > government services switchboard...?" "Hu... well..." he embarrassedly stated, "I'm a volunteer in an independent lobby group... not linked to the government... but I know people! I have lots of connections...." Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn "So you have no -real- authority," Shampoo replied flatly, folding one arm under her chest and lifting it up, and for just a moment giving the impression that another clasp on the shirt might give way, her hand resting on her elbow to balance the phone. "Which means that, since you were rifling through packages addressed to me before they entered a public domain area such as my shop, you're also guilty of invading my privacy and tampering with the mail...." Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Now, now, no need to be so hasty..." uneasily answered the man, as he slowly got up to his feet. "My association may not be entirely official, but it's still very influent. If you have nothing to hide, then I'm sure we can get to an agreement without bothering the authorities. We could even, eventually, release some founds to pay the value of the samples you'll gladly give me. You see, I can be understanding!" Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn "You pay full price, hatboy," Shampoo said flatly, and without pause. "Cash. Up front. No credit, unless you want to leave a body part behind as collateral." ... Interestingly enough, she didn't seem to be joking about that last part. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The man sweatdropped, and made warding gesture with his hands. "Now, now... let's not be so hasty... I'm sure we can get to an agreement." He turned his back to Shampoo and began to rummage worriedly in what the purple-haired woman guessed was a wallet. A tiny wallet. As Shampoo guessed, this guy probably was bluffing when he promised to reimburse her. He probably couldn't get much cash from his association, even if he was the lead. Turning back, he mumbled while nervously wriggling his fingers. "Hum... Ahem... as I said, there's certainly a way.... Say, you are a martial artist, are you not? Maybe you would be tempted by a challenge... if you win, neither me nor my comrades will bother you again...." Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn "You wouldn't happen to have heard that I'm a Chinese Amazon, would you?" Shampoo said, still rather flatly. "And thus, you wouldn't happen to be trying to challenge me to a fight thinking you can win and that you'll then have an attractive older woman of experience to dote on you, would you?" Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The guy couldn't hide a faint blush behind his glasses, but nonetheless firmly protested. "Absolutely not! What could make you believe such a thing? And who's talking about a fight? Heck, I hate violence. I said a 'challenge', not a match." Taking a thoughtful, relaxed pose, he added "You see, what I was thinking about... is that I would win if you..." ~~ZWWIIIIIPP~~ "... can't catch me!" In a blink, Shampoo realized several things: a) The intruder had just dashed in a mad run, leaving a trail of dust behind him... b) Just as he started, his hand had shot inside of an open crate, and caught a box of her supplies, and... c) The thief was sprinting fast... freaking, damn FAST! Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn Shampoo blinked as the man's running caused her forelocks to fwip with the movement. "..." Then she scowled again at the rapidly-shrinking view that was the supposed environmental activist. "Well... that's just...." She paused a moment to glance around, then sighed. "Never a second-generation around when you need them." Shaking her head in annoyance, Shampoo moved over to the bicycle rack in front of the shop. There was no need for a chain and lock on the particular bike in question... it was a model almost old enough to count as an antique, and rather battered besides. In fact, it didn't look like it COULD move, short of some amount of super-strength. Tucking her pipe away, Shampoo picked her bike up, set it down facing the right way, and swung astride it. With a murmur of "I'm getting too old for crap like this." she took off in pursuit, leaving a line of rubber on the street and a similar trail of dust behind her. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block "Kuso..." mumbled the fleeing man as he glanced behind him. He was expecting her to be pursuing, but he hadn't thought about her bike. This was giving her much better luck in catching up with him at this rate.... But the man didn't give up, however. Still running, he slipped his arms off the large trench-coat, and abandoned it behind him, letting it flap in the wind. The box of Shampoo's supplies firmly tucked under his arm, he sped up.... After avoiding the discarded coat, Shampoo could see that the runaway was wearing track shoes, a top and shorts, which were clearly sport clothes. She had tagged him earlier as unlikely of being a martial artist, given his poor attempt at stealth and pitiful defense when she tripped him... but he was, however, obviously in top form. Most martial artists she knew where swift on their feet, but this guy could easily give them a run for their money, if this acceleration was any indication. In fact, she didn't think she'd ever met someone THAT fast, except maybe for Mint of the Musk. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn All of this, however, failed to take one important thing into account. That thing being related to the fact that the next time the track star looked over his shoulder, Shampoo and her bike were nowhere to be seen. Perhaps, for one brief, shining moment, this thieving character would allow himself to believe he'd left her in the dust. For that pure, sparkling second, he would congratulate himself and pat himself on the back for getting away clean. For that sheer, stupendous eyeblink, he might think of himself as king of the world. *ching ching!* That is, until Shampoo and her bike swooped down on him from above, front wheel aimed at his head. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The race champion looked up at the dark shape looming above him and hiding the sun. His face became instantly livid and he mumbled "Hey! No fai--" *SBLAM!* ... before the impact from the dreaded "Joketsuzoku-bicycle-death-from- above" flattened him on the hard, unyielding ground. His glasses were neatly cut in two pieces by the impact, and his face adorned by the typical tire mark, running from chin to forehead between his eyes. Now that she could take a good look at his face, Shampoo saw a fit man a bit younger than her. And, although she couldn't call him familiar, she was pretty sure she had already met him somewhere.... She then noticed something else... the packet he had taken from her supplies was nowhere to be seen... how come? Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn Shampoo frowned a bit, swinging off of her bike, then picking it up on one shoulder and carrying it over to her mysterious new "friend". Dropping the bike negligently on his legs, she put her foot on his chest again and pushed rather harder than last time. "Alright, let's try this again. Starting with who you really are, and where what you stole got off to." Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The man winced from the weight of Shampoo's bike on his leg, and then looked up at the regal woman with dread. "Please, Miss Shampoo... let's not get angry..." he said while making warding gesture. "Hu... I'm Matsuiyoko Yotarô... I teach Physical education at Fûrinkan High. We... we've met at the last parents/teachers meeting at the school... you were there on behalf of your daughter Saotome Mascara...." Then he blinked as he pondered Shampoo's second question. "Huu... I had your packet in hands... I don't know where...." That's when the whistling of something falling through the air reached their ears, and the box -- which had gone airborne just following the impact of Shampoo's bike -- landed back on earth.... ... cracking open under the impact, and sending a cloud of dust in both of their faces. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn > "Please, Miss Shampoo... let's not get angry..." he said while making > warding gesture. "Hu... I'm Matsuiyoko Yotarô... I teach Physical > education at Fûrinkan High. We... we've met at the last > parents/teachers meeting at the school... you were there on behalf of > your daughter Saotome Mascara...." Shampoo blinked, then leaned in to squint at the man. She tended to leave most of the interaction with Mascara's teachers to Akane... the female ones tended to hate her, the male ones tended to get distracted, and it was just overall easier to let Akane take care of that, while she put in a presence, dealt with it if there were any really serious problems, and kept apprised of the girl's grades. (Not that she considered those terribly important.) "Hm. I do remember you, I think." > "Huu... I had your packet in hands... I don't know where...." > > That's when the whistling of something falling through the air reached > their ears, and the box -- which had gone airborne just following the > impact of Shampoo's bike -- landed back on earth.... > > ... cracking open under the impact, and sending a cloud of dust in > both of their faces. Shampoo blinked, then started coughing, quickly putting a hand over her mouth and squinting her eyes to keep the dust from getting in them. 'Oh Lord... what did he take?' Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Yotarô, too, coughed violently. Unable to move like Shampoo did, and his head low on the ground, he probably breathed a much greater amount of the stuff... whatever it was. "*KOF* *KOF*! Oh damn I wanted to analyze that! I could bet it had rhino horn or other forbidden substance in... in... in it.... hu... woah... pretty colors... hu? NO WAY! I swear, Mr. Referee, I never took any illicit substance! I loathe that; I won all my medals fair and square! Training and hard work, that's all a TRUE marathon man need to grab victory!!" Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn "Oh, SHUT UP AND SNAP OUT OF IT!" Shampoo briefly yanked Yotarô into the air by the front of his shirt and slapped him repeatedly at high speed, then dropped him and turned to walk over to the broken box. She bit her lower lip some as she did... for some reason, the simple movement of her clothes against her skin was getting her turned on. 'Oh great... THAT stuff.' She bent over to pick up a piece of the box, then wound up sinking onto her knees as her legs went all wobbly. She picked up the label side, then sighed, large breasts rising and falling under her shirt, nipples hard and obvious tents under the fabric. 'Passion Spice... that just figures, and the extra-strength brand, too. It'll kick in full force in about ten seconds, and we'll wind up going at it like horny dogs in the street. Mmmm, fuck yeah, that'll be ACK! Crap! At least it wasn't the Ai Sake!' Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Yotarô stumbled when Shampoo let go of him, but he steadied himself despite his wobbly legs. His cheeks were seriously red and painful from the rapid-fire slapping, but at least it cleared up his head... momentarily. "Hey... I don't know if this stuff is breaking any law about endangered species... but it sure must be illegal in plenty parts of the world!" he grumbled. Then, his eyes glazed over, and roamed over the purple-haired woman's shapely silhouette. Staring dreamily for a short moment, he finally blinked and mumbled: "P-Principal Tendô? You here... what are you... ho no... we can't... this is against the rules... what would the students think of us...." His fantasy evolved quickly past the shy protesting stage, though, thanks to the strength of the spice. Smirking, he suddenly grabbed Shampoo in a bride carry and starting hopping toward the general direction of the Nekoseiyaku. "Oh well, if you insist... but we shall first find some privacy, away from the prying eyes of the students, to preserve your honor...." Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn > "P-Principal Tendô? You here... what are you... ho no... > we can't... this is against the rules... what would the students > think of us...." Shampoo sweatdropped heavily. 'What's his major malfunction?' > "Oh well, if you insist... but we shall first find some privacy, away > from the prying eyes of the students, to preserve your honor...." 'Well at least it's not going to be out in the streets. Oh well. I mean, good.' Shampoo thought, rolling her eyes as she was carried along, breasts bouncing in time with Yotarô's skunk-bounding. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Yotarô, hopping with his 'conquest' in his arms like some infamous French seducer from the cartoons of old, quickly reached the rear entrance of the Nekoseiyaku. There, he looked around a bit puzzled, as if trying to orient himself. He was still lost in some drug-induced fantasy, and what he was seeing wasn't a Chinese pharmacy, but the familiar grounds of Fûrinkan High. So, he was trying to find the "principal office" where he could properly woo "Principal Tendô" (née Ninomiya Hinako). It should be noted that, unlike Shampoo who had some past experiences with exposure to the Passion Spice (not that frequent, but still... accidents happen... _especially_ in Nerima), for Yotarô it was the first time. If the purple-haired woman was mainly rendered VERY horny by it... on the gym teacher, it has additional effects. Like making him see pretty colored butterflies flying before his eyes (though that he ignored), but also putting him nearly in a dream-state, where he could satiate his most secret fetishes.... Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn Shampoo was busily undoing various clasps and small ties, ready to slip right out of her clothes the moment she was set down, or to have them more easily pulled off of her, whichever. She just hoped the afflicted Yotarô would quickly put his mouth to other uses than talking... even addled by passion spice, it would be rather annoying to have him yowling "Oh Principal Tendô!" the entire time.... Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Having lucked out and found a bedroom, Yotarô granted Shampoo's silent wish... by using his mouth to kiss her fiercely. Not breaking the kiss, he let go of the woman's legs so that she could stand on her own. Now freed, his right hand clumsily tried to slip under her top, while the left migrated to her bottom. Helped by the untying Shampoo had already done, the hand reached for the underneath of her generous chest, tightly contained in her bra. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn The bra was almost ridiculously tiny in proportion to the massive globes it had to contain and hold up, Shampoo's hard nipples poking over the top of it. She moaned lowly into the kiss as his questing hand found the bare nub. Not being under any illusions about just who she was dealing with (and thus being far less concerned for the state of his belongings), Shampoo slid her fingers into the waistband of Yotarô's running shorts (and anything under them) and gave a quick yank to create several tears in them, enough to allow them to drop to the ground, instantly baring him to the world. Or at least the world as it applied to the bedroom. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Yotarô didn't break the kiss as Shampoo freed his pride. He kept smooching her face hungrily, his lips sucking on her mouth and his tongue doing some demonstration of jello-wrestling with hers. As she couldn't see it with her eyes, Shampoo's only way to assess his manly pride was by touch. For what she could tell, he was not only well-endowed, but also stiffer than a board. He pressed the purple-haired woman closer to him, a hand roaming down her back, snaking inside her pants and underwear to reach her firm ass and give it a squeeze. His other hand went to a luscious melon, now freed of interference, and pawed the pliant mammary meat. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn 'Well, he's not Ranma, but it has been a little while.' Shampoo thought a bit dreamily, her fingers drifting up and down Yotarô's cock in a soft, sensuous dance. Of course, "a little while" was a relative term in most circles of Nerima, but you know how it goes. She moaned a little as his hands worked over her ass and breast, squirming around, her body undecided which attention it wanted to move towards more. Her undulations rubbed her stomach up against the underside of his cock, her fingers helping it along by stroking it back and forth. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Yotarô responded to Shampoo's sensual caresses and teasing like a man who knew his stuff. His staff was swelling in her feminine hand, and the cockhead rubbed against Shampoo's bellybutton, depositing a small drop of pre-cum there. His fingers kept stroking and stimulating the sensitive mammary flesh that filled his hand so nicely. Two digits occasionally scissored and rolled the dark pink nipple atop her large, fleshy hill, pulling on it gently to get it erect. His mouth temporarily abandoned hers, but to Shampoo's relief he wasn't the kind to keep uttering nonsense during making out. Instead, he used his tongue and lips to lavish attention on her face, licking her cheeks, kissing her eyes, nibbling her ears. The male hand inside Shampoo's trousers and panties, although nicely rubbing her voluptuous rear, was soon finding itself too limited in its movements. After a last diddling of her cleft, it slinked out and reached for her belt or tie of whatever way those Chinese pants held on, fully intent of dropping them. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn Shampoo wiggled around to help her pants fall to the floor, stepping out of them and, in the same motion, pulling away from his kisses by going down onto her knees. Her large breasts pressed lightly against his legs as she rested her hands on his hips, tongue extending and sliding in a long, slow lick up the length of the underside, pushing it up in the air some with the light pressure, then surrounding the tip of it with her lips and sliding back down the entire length in one long, slow motion, her hot, wet mouth surrounding his entire prick in a single swallow. She slid her mouth back up and along the tip, moving back down along his length, letting her lips stroke the side of his prick, then sliding her tongue across the underside, using it as a guide to turn herself around and stroke back up the other side, before swallowing the entire length down again. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block If Yotarô was dismayed to find his hands and mouth empty from Shampoo's luscious assets, he had no time to express it. Only a blissful gasp escaped from his lips as the wanton woman went on her knees and swallowed his sword like a pro. It fell absolutely wonderful, totally unlike any of the clumsy cocksucking he received from the naughty schoolgirls of his classes. No doubt an experienced lover made all the difference. His tasty sausage throbbed and swelled within Shampoo's warm mouth; the blood pulsing inside the venous tissues was felt by her sensitive tongue and lips. The heady scent of his musk filled her nostrils, informing her of his intense arousal. Simmering in the heat of their passion, Yotarô took out his shirt before he'd overheat. Now nude (except for his shoes) before the panties-clad Shampoo, he groaned and mumbled and panted and sighed throatily in pleasure. His hands instinctively went to her head, and tenderly caressed her purple hair. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn Shampoo's head moved under Yotarô's hands, adding that extra bit of focus to just how she was moving. She lipped gently at the head of his cock, sliding them almost feather-soft up and off the tip several times, before swallowing him down again, going forward until his balls pressed against her chin. Shampoo formed her lips into a tight seal and pressed her tongue up firmly, sucking hard as she pulled her head back about halfway, then gulped it all back down in a quick motion. In a slight reversal of the usual process of taking more in with each bob of her head, she let a little more of it come back out of her firm, full lips before sucking the length down all the way again. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The young man let out a strangled groan as Shampoo gave a royal treatment to his dick. "HOOOOOO... what a mouth!" he mumbled. His fingers lightly stroked Shampoo's odango. His hips instinctively shot forward, welcoming each deep-throating of the amazing woman. His nude legs rubbed against the soft melons of her breasts, the nipples poking at his thighs. His blood-engorged manhood swelled and pulsed in her hot mouth, the tip rewarding her flicking tongue by dropping pre-cum on her taste buds. "Oooooh... please..." he moaned between breathy pants and sighs. "Let me... pleasure you too. Don't you do... all the work...." Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn Shampoo grinned kittenishly around Yotarô's cock, practically purring and sending one last bit of trembling through his shaft. Then she abruptly slid her mouth off of him and stood, putting her hands on his waist and lifting him off the floor, tossing him over onto the bed to land on his back. Prowling forward, Shampoo pressed a hand to his chest to keep him pinned as she prowled forward, crawling up his body until she was astride his head, the inside sides of her feet resting against his neck as she sat back on her heels, her pussy directly above his mouth (with a bit of leaning on his part), and giving him an excellent view up her body. "Then is getting to it." she cooed, stroking her fingers through his hair, then gripping a fistful of it near the back of his head. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block The P.E. teacher blink-blinked as he found himself sprawled on his back on the bed. Now that was an impressive move... he wasn't exactly a small man, and yet the purple-haired woman had thrown him like he was weightless. The time he got back his bearing, Shampoo had discarded her panties and was sitting over his face. He looked up at the gorgeous body, her mountainous breasts framing her playful face far away above him. Then, she pulled on his head by his hair, and his field of view was completely occupied by a bared womanhood. He licked his lips, and promptly complied with her wish (unless it was a command...). Sticking out a raspberry, Yotarô began lapping at the scrumptious flower that was so graciously offered to him. His mouth clamped on the puffy outer lips, his tongue wiggled inside and tasted her nectar. His nose breathed in the heady scent of female arousal, inflaming both lust and hunger in the young man, urging him to eat her out with abandon. His hands instinctively moved to her shapely bottom, helping support Shampoo's weigh above his face. His daring fingers dug in the pliant flesh, pawing the buttocks, massaging and squeezing them shamelessly. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn Shampoo leaned her head back and moaned, hips rocking a little towards Yotarô's mouth, which of course worked her ass against his hands nicely, pressing back against the dig of those fingers. The Amazon had a tad more padding for such squeezing nowadays, but it was just enough to make her nicely pliant in such kneadable areas. She kept him pressed up against her pussy insistently, practically riding his tongue, being fairly vocal about enjoying herself, her moans loud and enthusiastic, though she wasn't managing to get much in the way of words out. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer's Block Yotarô found the exercise he was currently involved with quite as strenuous as any marathon. Shampoo pushing her loins into his face was almost smothering him. He had to get short intakes of air by his nose alone when her movements allowed him too. He was also supporting a good part of her weight solely with his hands. Yet, he didn't protest at all. Intoxicated by the musky fragrance of her sex and the spicy taste of her juices, he was giving her a royal tonguing. Wiggling his muscular appendage between her wet labia, he was lapping her nectar and touching many little sensitive spots within her drenched folds. Behind Shampoo, Yotarô's dick was standing proud and straight, like a wooden pole pointing at the ceiling. Trembling with the pumping of blood inside its tissues and the jolts of their bodies, it looked like it was begging for some attention. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn Shampoo liked it when men, or parts of men, begged. On their knees *was* the proper place for them, after all. n.- In any event, she leaned back, Yotarô's view shifting as her large breasts lifted a bit higher with the arch of her back. She reached her hand back, wrapping it around that trembling shaft and beginning to stroke, slowly at first, then beginning to pump it in quick, firm jerks, adding in a careful squeeze amidst the strokes. Her fingers brushed against the underside of his cockhead each time before going back down, giving the full length of the shaft her attention for the moment. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer Block Yotarô grunted unintelligibly from Shampoo's rather rough -- though immensely pleasurable -- stroking of his shaft. His voice was muffled by Shampoo's muff, anyway, so it didn't matter what he had to say. Only the intent counted. And the fact that the movements of his lips were only adding to the stimulation of the woman's sex. Yotarô proved to be quite the good sport, and worked hard on giving back to Shampoo what she was making him feel. His hands were squeezing and kneading the flesh of her lovely rump by reflex. His tongue wormed inside her delicate slit and wiggled deliberately within the drenched sheath, licking and twirling against the throbbing folds. His mouth clamped on her puffy outer labia, adding a suction effect to the efforts of the lingual appendage. His upper lip even brushed over her clitoris now and there. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn Shampoo groaned, hips giving light little bucks forward every so often, pressing herself down and around against his mouth. Then, with a light yowl, she arched her back, her large breasts giving a bounce from the sudden shift in movement. Her hand squeezed around Yotarô's cock, stopping at the point just before it would become painful, then coming away. Not spending any time savoring, apparently, she swung off of Yotarô's face and slunk her way down, her tits pressing over his face and then rubbing along his chest and stomach. Then they pressed around his cock briefly, her head tilting and letting her hair tickle over his stomach as her tongue flicked out across the tip of it. Her tongue flicked back and forth a few more times, before she slid down enough that she could actually wrap her lips around it and dive her head down, swallowing it down yet again, as if to insure that he was as absolutely hard as he was going to get. Then, giving him a heated glance, she turned around, facing her rear towards him and giving it a little encouraging wiggle. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer Block Yotarô wasn't too sure if Shampoo's sudden tensing had meant an orgasm; he had been a bit distracted by the squeeze she gave on his cock at the same time. He grunted and whimpered a bit, eyes closed, along with it, though it was hardly just from pain. After this short absence, when he opened his eyes it was to find his vision field completely occupied by two mountainous mound of female flesh. The sight was far from bothering, though, and he gave a quick lick to a nipple by reflex. Then, the rest of Shampoo's body slithered above his face, and he enjoyed the view of those gorgeous expanses of female flesh. Finally, Shampoo's mouth reached his hard prick and started sucking him off for the second time. The gorgeous Amazon clearly enjoyed giving head, and the ways she teased him with her tongue and then swallowed his pride in one go were absolutely heavenly. The skill and eagerness with which she wrapped her lips around the throbbing male organ made him moan and sigh helplessly in bliss. Then, the wonderful sensation around his cock stopped, and Yotarô softly whimpered in need. Opening his eyes, he saw why. Shampoo had turned around, and now on all four, she was presenting him her shapely rear end, inviting to join her with the tempting sway of her bottom. The hard-as-a-rock teacher didn't hesitate for long. Even if he hadn't been drugged, it would have been a very difficult thing to resist. Pushing himself up, he settled on his knees behind the beautiful woman. A hand reached for her buttock, caressing shortly the tender flesh, before settling on her hip. His other hand grabbed the base of his painfully erect penis, and aimed it at the delicate, winking lips of Shampoo's sex. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn Shampoo practically purred at the hand stroking over her rear, the faintest little rumble low in her throat. As she actually felt the touch of his cock on her opening, she shifted position a little, legs sliding just a tad apart and hands sliding forward and down, pushing her back a little, helping goad him on by taking just a little of him in that way. The shift in position also had her breasts hanging down at a bit more of an angle than just straight, causing the heavy globes to give a slight sway from the movement, and promising quite the visual masterpiece of physics from the ensuing activities. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer Block Yotarô licked his lips. Shampoo's expert gyrations and wiggling of her scrumptious derrière had managed to pull the round, turgid head of his penis a bit between her neither lips. Rarely did the young man see a female burrow so eager to swallow his snake. With virgin schoolgirls, it could often take lots of efforts to get even part of his prick in. Here, it was like he could just let the wanton woman do all the work. Of course, this didn't mean he would let her. Being still a prideful male, he felt the need to take an active role in this intercourse. Still holding his erect penis with a hand, and clutching Shampoo's hip with the other, he slowly pushed the mushroom cap in her vulva. The labial folds parted around the bulbous tip, spreading in a round shape to allow the entry of the throbbing glans. Now that Yotarô's aroused organ was partly in, he could firmly hold Shampoo's bottom with both hands. Using this grip, he pulled her around his shaft while pushing his own hips forward. His manly sword steadily entered the female sheath, and the sport teacher sighed in delighted bliss as he felt warm, snug flesh hugging his pride. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn Shampoo gave a long, steady moan as Yotarô's cock sheathed itself inside her. Despite being a mother and rather... experienced..., various exercises and techniques had assured that Shampoo's hot pussy had, if anything, only bettered with age. It accepted the teacher's long member quite easily, but still gripped around it in a firm, tight embrace, almost seeming to conform perfectly to its shape and hug all around its length. If she'd been in an unaltered state of mind, and had actually been of a thought to -invite- Yotarô into her bed, she might have shown him some of the... tricks... that she knew. She was no Seductress Extraordinaire, as that took years of specialized training, but she had picked up a few little things from one of their training books that she'd, er, acquired. 'Perhaps later,' her spice-addled brain cooed, 'I'll show him that thing that makes Ranma's eyes roll up in his head and his tongue look like he's on an episode of the Simpsons.' But for now, she was more interested in a good, hard fucking, and was looking to get it. She began to rock forward and back, lightly thumping the full curves of her ass against Yotarô's hips, her tits swaying gently beneath her. She bore down with her muscles as she moved forward, making herself all the tighter around him as his cock slid out somewhat, then let up a little to thrust back, making it nice and easy for him to be surrounded again. Mostly, she was trying to urge him into a frenzy of a good, thorough fuck. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer Block The urging was mostly unnecessary, as Yotarô was horny enough at the moment to give Shampoo the hard ride she so dearly wanted. It wasn't just the flood of testosterone and other sexual hormones in his blood, put on overdrive by the passion spice, that stirred him. It was also the fact that Shampoo was very much a woman... a fully-grown woman, unlike the randy teenagers from Fûrinkan. Not that Yotarô ever abused of his teacher position to seduce any of his students... he plain never had too. He was good-looking enough for a few of the girls to swoon in his presence, and the hornier of them had no qualms jumping into his bed. But even with the more mature-looking of them, Yotarô felt a bit self-conscious, and never dared being too sexually aggressive. He was more of a lazy lover, leaving the initiative to the naughty girls he bedded, liking to lie back and enjoy whatever they were doing to him. Not so with Shampoo. Gripping her shapely hips into his strong hands, he rocked her back and forth, while ramming at the same time with his manly pole. The long, swelling manhood plunged into her warm wetness, filling the Chinese pussy to the brink with each forward stroke, and almost emptying it on the backward move. The rigid and thick shaft was stretching and parting the tender folds of flesh surrounding it with every completed thrust, giving Shampoo a delightful feeling of fullness. Then it slipped almost out completely out, save for the bulbous glans still nested between her puffy labia. Her lubrication fluids were dragged out of the snug tunnel by the sliding out, the love juices dripping from the exposed part of the shaft. With a sloshing sound, the throbbing weapon of lust was back inside its designed sheath, hitting bottom in no time. The one-eyed monk knocked at the door of her cervix with its bald head. And again it went out, and then in, and then out... the rhythm and speed of the screwing gradually increasing, as Yotarô was getting more and more confidence. His fingers were digging into the plump flesh of Shampoo's buttocks for a better hold; his pelvis was slapping repeatedly against the curve of that bountiful ass, slowly reddening it; his balls were dangling back and forth like a twin pendulum, rhythmically slapping the upper part of Shampoo's sex, her sensitive clit and mound, at the same time she was stuffed. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn Shampoo moaned and cried out loudly, bucking back towards Yotarô's thrusts, making sure that his hips slapped firmly against the roundness of her ass, sending ripples through the yielding flesh with the impact. She dug her toes in against the sheets, fists gripping handfuls of the cloth and twisting them. Her breasts swung heavily underneath her in time with the teacher's thrusts, her pussy dripping around his dick spreading her pussylips open, leaving it glistening and wet every time it pulled back out of her. She dropped her head, forelocks swaying as well and brushing against the sheets, her moans interspersed with little bursts of Chinese that generally seemed to convey the idea of "Woohoo!" Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer Block Yotarô never slowed down. He kept enthusiastically banging Shampoo's sexy body at a frenzied pace. His long, willful strokes were driving his hard, thick log swiftly between the slick folds of female flesh. Each forward thrust buried the iron-hard rod deeply within the hot furnace of Shampoo's womanhood, stuffing her sex to the root. The sport teacher sure enjoyed the carnal act they were sharing; seeing Shampoo lower her head, though, gave him the idea of changing a bit their position. Doggy-style was fun, but it could get monotonous. Still kneeling, Yotarô pushed himself up by straightening the upper part of his legs. Grabbing Shampoo's scrumptious thighs, he lifted her up with her. This somewhat forced the Chinese woman to lean further forward, until her face and breasts were plowing on the bed. All the time, Yotarô kept them connected by their sexes, though. Almost standing up, the strong man used his grip on Shampoo's lower body to impale her on his dick, pushing her plump bottom to and fro at the same time he rocked his hips. He watched with rapt fascination the lovely buttocks shake with each impact of his pelvis, almost drooling at the sight. Even if Shampoo could find the posture a little uncomfortable, it certainly had an advantage: the new angle was allowing Yotarô to ram his cock even deeper in her gushing twat, filling her to the brink. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn Shampoo yelped and moaned a few times as Yotarô lifted her up into the sort of wheelbarrow position, her legs curling to hook partly around him to keep some semblance of balance in her position, as well as to keep herself from gradually sliding forward as he pounded into her. Groaning at the now deeper and harder thrusts, and the way her heavy tits hung down and almost touched her chin, Shampoo bit her lip, very thankful that her continued training through the years had kept her strong and agile enough to continue such a position. She braced her forearms against the bed, pushing on them a bit so that her face wasn't getting all the weight of her body and the thrusts. "Ah, ah, fuck, Shampoo going to cum!" she wailed out softly, reverting to grammar she hadn't used in almost a decade. She turned a little to the side, looking up at Yotarô, her hair falling out to one side of her on the bed, one of her forelocks draped across her throat, the other laying across the sheets. Of course, this slight turn to the side not only shifted the angle of Yotarô's thrusts a bit, but gave him a tantalizing glimpse of those swaying tits. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer Block Those knockers of Shampoo always tended to attract the sight of any full-blooded male, and now wasn't exception. Even if Yotarô was busy pounding into her well-honeyed, hot twat, the glimpse he got of her bouncing mounds gave him a want for more. So, he initiated another change of position -- probably to try out several with the gorgeous Shampoo this very morning. Grasping her left leg under the knee, he pushed her thigh up, forcing the flexible Joketsuzoku warrior to continue the turn she had started. Since they were still locked together by their sexes, it provoked lots of delicious friction between Yotarô's hard, unyielding shaft, and Shampoo's tender pussy folds. Her whole genital hole was turning and rolling around the thick, unmoving pole of male meat that was impaling her, giving a whole new meaning to the term "screwing". Now that he had her do a quarter of turn and rest on her right side, Yotarô pulled up Shampoo's left leg to the vertical, and let it rest on his right shoulder while he kept a good grip on her thigh. He flexed his legs and lowered them both, almost returning to kneeling. He straddled Shampoo's other leg, which had lost its grip on his waist during the spinning around to rest now extended on the bed. Using the grip on Shampoo's firm, muscular leg, Yotarô pulled her lower body against his, burying again his cock all the way in her so- comfortable cunt. Her hips were sideways, but her upper body could now lie on her back, giving the sport teacher an excellent view of her breasts. With each of his thrusts, they waved to and fro and gainaxed beautifully. Going ecstatic from both the sight and the delightful feeling around his male organ, he proceeded to shake Shampoo's world for good. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn Shampoo shifted a bit in place, gripping hold of the sheets again to try and hold herself in place, as (accurate or not) she felt like she was going to be fucked right off the bed. And indeed, her breasts were proving that centrifugal motion is indeed perpetual bliss, as they began moving in an almost circular motion, seeming to practically be moving in different directions from one another. There was a certain feeling of being restrained, as well, in this position. Regardless of the lack of straps, or chords, or shackles, or bars, or that one time with the animated vines, she definitely had her legs immobilized, and it would have taken more concentration than she had at the moment to do something about it. So there was the added thrill of being "tied up", shooting through the already building pleasure like a syringe full of molten gold injected into boiling water. And that heat was rapidly bringing the pot to boiling over, as Shampoo began a little motion almost like bucking her hips, but also arching her back a bit each time, the motion adding a little up-down tweak to the swing of her breasts. Her pussy fluttered around Yotarô's pistoning length, almost like a dance of soft fingers through a few layers of soaking silk, but rapidly growing firmer, building into a tight grip. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer Block Although Yotarô didn't slow down in pumping his straight iron rod in Shampoo's molten core, what she was doing with her incredibly skilled sheath was shaking him to the core. Unlike Ranma, or Shampoo's other regular lovers, the sport teacher was not used to fucking martial artist babes. He had no idea of the amazing things they could do with the inner muscles of their womanhoods, thank to the rigorous training to control the body as a whole. Yotarô opened his mouth wide, his eyes bulging, as if struck by lightning. He threw his head backward and let out a long, ecstatic yowl of pleasure, somehow mixed with surprise too. He would never have guessed such a thing was possible. The way Shampoo's vessel was massaging, squeezing, "fingering" his manly shaft with the folds of her pussy alone, was breathtakingly marvelous. It was indescribable, almost like so many digits stroking at once every sensitive spot of the blood- engorged shaft, from the root of the penis to the turgid, throbbing head. With a last, primal scream, Yotarô used his grip to pull hard on Shampoo's leg, burying his meaty bludgeon deep inside her love hole and impaling her quivering cervix. The man's balls twitched with a surge of fresh sperm, immediately rushing through the canal of his phallus, making its girth inflate from the pressure, stretching even further Shampoo's tight vagina. Then, the mighty weapon discharged its load directly in her womb, filling it with hot, white, creamy male spunk. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn Shampoo let out a long, loud scream of her own, hands clenching and twisting hard in the sheets, her toes curling as she was blasted full of cum. Her pussy squeezed hard around the swollen length of Yotarô's prick, making her seem to grow doubly tight around him. Her hips tried to buck, but were mostly held still by the position and the turgid length spearing through her. Had he not been so deep, the squeezing of her pussy would no doubt have forced some of that thick white jizz back out of her to spatter over them both. As it was, only a fine spray of her own juices dampened his balls and crotch, as well as falling across her thighs, her entire body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer Block Yotarô grunted, teeth gritting, his ass clenched and his whole body tense as he kept the position with his thick rod still deep in Shampoo's velvety core. The manly weapon finished discharging his load of thick, nourishing cream in her womb, filling her belly with his essence. It didn't soften immediately, the intense excitement of the wild fuck insuring a lingering hardness. The gym teacher let out a long sigh of physical exertion mixed with sexual contentment. He was still holding Shampoo's left leg against him, her plush thigh rubbing against his front and the foreleg dangling behind his shoulder. They were both sweaty and panting, droplets of salty secretions running over their overheated bodies and making them glisten under the spare light of the room. Yotarô slowly opened his eyes, his unfocused gaze drinking the beautiful sight of Shampoo's perfect curves, gorgeous nude skin, shapely hips, heaving breasts... to finally rest on her face. Then, he suddenly closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened them anew, the slight haze induced by the passion spice seemed to be mostly gone. He blinked several times, and a large sweatdrop appeared behind his head, despite all the water he was otherwise sweating. He made no move to put an end to their joining, though. "Hu... excuse me, but... you aren't Principal Tendô Hinako, are you?" Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn > The gym teacher let out a long sigh of physical exertion mixed with > sexual contentment. He was still holding Shampoo's left leg against > him, her plush thigh rubbing against his front and the foreleg > dangling behind his shoulder. They were both sweaty and panting, > droplets of salty secretions running over their overheated bodies and > making them glisten under the spare light of the room. Shampoo panted heavily as well, her skin glistening with sweat, providing a sheen that almost sparkled in the light of the sun coming in through the window. She slowly propped herself up on one forearm, getting her hand under her cheek, and let out a long, quick breath, almost a "whew". > Yotarô slowly opened his eyes, his unfocused gaze drinking the > beautiful sight of Shampoo's perfect curves, gorgeous nude skin, > shapely hips, heaving breasts... to finally rest on her face. As Yotarô began his slow look up her body, Shampoo raised her eyebrows. Here it was. This should be good. She drummed her fingers against her own thigh, the one that Yotarô was still holding onto, and waited. > Then, he suddenly closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened > them anew, the slight haze induced by the passion spice seemed to be > mostly gone. He blinked several times, and a large sweatdrop appeared > behind his head, despite all the water he was otherwise sweating. He > made no move to put an end to their joining, though. Aaaaand there it was. > "Hu... excuse me, but... you aren't Principal Tendô Hinako, are you?" "What was your first clue?" Shampoo replied dryly, raising her fist and thumping it down on Yotarô's head, grinding in a bit. It wasn't a knockout punch, but she felt it sufficient to convey her general impression of her latest bed partner's mental faculties. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer Block "Ouch..." Yotarô responded, though a bit flatly. It was more an idle comment than a real yell of pain. He had naturally lowered his head under the grinding of his skull. Otherwise, the man still hadn't made a move to break their joining or to let go of her leg. Shampoo even felt a slight stirring of his dick in her vessel -- or maybe a last, reflex squirt of sperm. The cock was now, however mostly half-erect. "Huuu..." he began intelligently... well, not really. His face looked mostly confused when he looked up anew at Shampoo's cute, if a bit frowning, face. "Excuse me for asking, but... I'm not entirely sure I understand how we ended up in this current position. I somehow remember making some kind of dream about the school principal, but... otherwise, I'm drawing a blank...." he tentatively inquired. His voice was sounding properly polite and apologetic, though the effect was a little ruined by their embarrassing position. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn "Well, let's see." Shampoo held up a hand, and began using her thumb to count off on her fingers. "First, you stole a volatile substance from me that shouldn't be used without either explicit instructions, or supervision. Then, when I pursued you, you managed to smack us both with it. Then, in a daze, you proceeded to take advantage of my own condition to make sexual use of me." ... Okay, that was a somewhat tilted view of what had actually happened, but she was the wronged party here! It was perfectly within her rights to tack a bit of spin on events. "And there's also the fact that you didn't use any protection," she added, mentally snickering. She couldn't help it, she wanted to see what kind of face he'd make. She'd had her whole day's schedule thrown off, a few moments of pure terror weren't too much to expect out of the one responsible. (This thought process had, after all, been serving her in good stead since she was sixteen and Ranma was still stark-raving- terrified of even a teensy kitty like her alternate form.) Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer Block "I didn't...." Yotarô began mumbling, sounding like he plain wasn't understanding what Shampoo was talking about. Then, his eyes suddenly fell down on the junction of their sexes, as if only realizing *now* just where his engorged, leaky dick was currently imbedded in. His puzzled expression suddenly changed; he paled and let out a startled "Ack!". He frantically pulled out of Shampoo, the sudden friction against the inner sheath giving her a slight jolt of sensations. Shampoo's left leg fell down on the covers as Yotarô backpedaled on the bed, until his back met the wall. Yotarô was giving the purple-haired woman a panicked look. Then, he went to his knees and started to apologetically prostrate before her, while supplicating: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! That was an accident! I didn't mean for it to happen! Please, please, forgive me... don't complain to the school of the authorities... I'd lost my job! I'll do whatever you want!" Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn > His puzzled expression suddenly changed; he paled and let out a > startled "Ack!". He frantically pulled out of Shampoo, the sudden > friction against the inner sheath giving her a slight jolt of > sensations. Shampoo's left leg fell down on the covers as Yotarô > backpedaled on the bed, until his back met the wall. Shampoo oomphed, then rolled onto her back as her leg was dropped, stretching out a bit, then propping herself up on her elbows to look at Yotarô. > Yotarô was giving the purple-haired woman a panicked look. Then, he > went to his knees and started to apologetically prostrate before her, > while supplicating: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! That was an accident! I > didn't mean for it to happen! Please, please, forgive me... don't > complain to the school of the authorities... I'd lost my job! I'll do > whatever you want!" Slooooowly, Shampoo rose up, looming in silhouette, the fires of damnation seeming to burn in her eyes as she chuckled darkly, before bursting into full-on maniacal laughter, tapping her fingertips together. Then she abruptly returned to normal, standing beside Yotarô and resting a foot on his back, rubbing her chin speculatively. "'Anything I want', huh? It's been awhile since I've had a bitch." Of course, should Yotarô stop his groveling, he had a pretty good view, directly up at Shampoo's well-fucked sex, but she still seemed contemplative. "I've got a few friends I imagine might like to meet you. You have no idea how difficult it can be to satisfy a bunch of horny women in the prime of their lives.... besides their second generation." After all, whatever else could be said about Yotarô, he -was- well- endowed and apparently quite athletic, and with a good deal of stamina. She could loan him out to Akane, leaving more of a chance than usual at getting Ranma to herself for an evening or two. And Mascara might enjoy him, if she didn't wind up draining him dry (a mother should look out for good things for her daughter, after all). And.... well, was there ever really a shortage of horny young women connected in some way to Ranma's personal orbit? Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer Block Yotarô tried to crane his neck, timidly, to look up at Shampoo while he was underfoot. "Hu... bitch?" he tentatively objected. "I'm... not sure it is fitting with the role of teacher. Have to set an example and all that...." Before Shampoo could properly admonish her newfound slave, however, an old, raspy voice interjected: "Boy, you have both set quite a poor example already, no need to further dig yourself in by upsetting my great-granddaughter. She could get cranky after sex." To Shampoo and Yotarô's surprise when they both turned heads in direction of the voice, an old woman was standing before the ajar door at the entrance of the bedroom. It was hard to tell how long she had been here. If one hadn't changed much in the last 20 years, it certainly was Cologne (a.k.a. Ko Lon of the Joketsuzoku). Of course, when claiming to be already 300 years old, what's a decade or two to change? She was still small, gnarled, with long white and looking like an old ghoul. "Now, Shan Pû, if you're quite finished with your little sex-play, would you mind explaining while your abandoned your last box of supplies in the open and unattended like that?" Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn Most people would try to cover themselves up, in such a state. Shampoo just blinked a few times, as modesty wasn't exactly high on the Amazonian list of virtues. "What are you doing up here, great-gra-" Shampoo cut off her question as Cologne asked that, erking and sweatdropping, an "ohcrap" look on her face. Then she sighed and put her hand to her head. "Abandon the herd to chase a goat-thief that got one kid. Shows what happens when you get aggravated." She plucked one of her pipes up off a nearby dresser and gestured at Yotarô with it, before starting to fill the pipe's bowl... still not letting the wayward teacher up. "This man attempted to pass himself off as a member of some council, and then stole from the shipment. I chased him, he dropped the stuff, we both got a noseful of Lust Dust." Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer Block "Oh... I see." Cologne flatly said while lighting her own pipe. "I was worried for a moment that you had lost another fight and that he was your latest husband." At least, *this* was relatively safe; Cologne knew the Nekoseiyaku only dealt with the most inoffensive kind of Lust Dust: one devoid of any long-time effects or addictive properties. "I know there'll always a market for that stuff, but honestly, some times I think it is plain not worth the risk handling it. Maybe you should give up altogether on this product." Squinting her eyes, Cologne added "Though... are you positive about the 'both' part, Shan Pû? You seemed a little bit... 'distracted', lately.... Methinks you have welcomed the opportunity...." Yotarô, still in his protracted position (mostly because it was modestly hiding his privates), dared looking up, straight at the extremely ancient female relative of the woman he'd just screwed. "How-how long have you been here?" he blurted out in dismay. *CLONK!* "Long enough, boy, long enough." Cologne stated with a wry smile, just after her staff had rebounded of the man's head for talking out of turn. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn > "Oh... I see." Cologne flatly said while lighting her own pipe. "I > was worried for a moment that you had lost another fight and that he > was your latest husband." "Hardly," Shampoo said flatly. > At least, *this* was relatively safe; Cologne knew the Nekoseiyaku > only dealt with the most inoffensive kind of Lust Dust: one devoid of > any long-time effects or addictive properties. "I know there'll > always a market for that stuff, but honestly, some times I think it is > plain not worth the risk handling it. Maybe you should give up > altogether on this product." "I'm starting to wonder," Shampoo said in an annoyed tone. "It's great for couples looking to spice up a weekend, but with how much trouble it's been...." > Squinting her eyes, Cologne added "Though... are you positive about > the 'both' part, Shan Pû? You seemed a little bit... 'distracted', > lately.... Methinks you have welcomed the opportunity...." Shampoo erked, then ehehed a bit, glancing off to the side and tapping her cheek, a sheepish look on her face. "Well, it does seem like people have been a little busy to stop by and... chat for awhile... lately. I haven't seen Ranma in a few weeks. Or for that matter Akane... Ukyô... Ryôga... Nabiki... ... ... Kasumi..." > Yotarô, still in his protracted position (mostly because it was > modestly hiding his privates), dared looking up, straight at the > extremely ancient female relative of the woman he'd just screwed. > > "How-how long have you been here?" he blurted out in dismay. > > *CLONK!* > > "Long enough, boy, long enough." Cologne stated with a wry smile, just > after her staff had rebounded of the man's head for talking out of > turn. "... Dr. Tôfû... hm? Oh, right, right, as for him," Shampoo gave Yotarô a light thump with her foot, "he did promise to be my slave to make up for his actions." The purple-haired Amazon rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "He does have amazing stamina, and can be rather inventive. I wonder if I could trade him to Akane for a weekend to get the time with Ranma without the hassle?" Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer Block "No wait a second..." Yotarô timidly added, raising a finger. "I didn't said that I would be your *slave*. I just said that I was ready to do my best to apologize and make it up for my... slightly rash behavior... that had... lead to this unfortunate situation... as long as... youpromisetonottellPrincipalTendôoranyteacherorparentandplease...." The last part was not only mumbled faster and faster, but also murmured in a weaker and weaker whisper, while Yotarô pretty much crumbled under the hard glare of the two women. Cologne could easily tell, despite his protests, that he wasn't the kind of man to be too assertive around strong-willed females. Which was perfectly fine in her book. Not that the former matriarch specifically approved of this type among Shampoo's choice of lovers since they left Joketsuzoku (or even before, after all she encouraged Shampoo going after Ranma). But at least, her great-granddaughter should have no trouble browbeating him into submission when needed. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn Shampoo groaned and put a hand to her head. She'd been raised to think of men as pathetic, and for the most part, still did. But there was being a victim of the stereotype and being the reason for it. Yotarô was definitely falling into the "reason" category. In fact, he was starting to remind her distinctly of a certain other suitor of hers. "In any event," Shampoo said breezily after a few light stomps to get Yotarô to stop whimpering, "did you have anything else you needed to ask about, great-grandmother, or is this little... indiscretion... all?" Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer Block "Mmmh? Oh, no, Shan Pû, I didn't come here with any intention of playing voyeur." Cologne retorted. "I wouldn't have expected anything of the sort so early in the morning, anyway. "I was rather planning to ask you for some help at the Museum... and since your morning is pretty much shot for the Nekoseiyaku, as you hadn't opened in time because of your little... digression with this boy, you can just as well make yourself useful. "Yes, I have just received a new batch of interesting trinkets from our tribe sisters, and I'll need help sorting them out... determining which one are worth exposing... and which ones are likely cursed, or ready to explode in our faces... you know how much my fellow elders like to play harmless jokes on us...." Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn Heaving a little puff-sigh at the thing about the morning being a loss for the pharmacy, Shampoo finally nodded. "Of course, great- grandmother. I'll just take a few minutes to get cleaned up and dressed." She pondered Yotarô for a moment, then tucked her foot under his chest and flipped him onto his back, pressing her bare toes against his chest and pressing down lightly, her hands on her hips. "You. In the hall, two doors down, is the room of the -last- annoying, useless male I had to put up with. His old washtub should be in there. I'll let you clean up there and scrounge yourself something to wear from any clothes he may have left behind. And then I want you here, bright and early tomorrow, ready to atone for your shameful behavior." She leaned down to look at him, breasts swaying and hanging with the movement, providing a counterpoint to the low, dangerous tone of her voice. "Don't make me come looking for you." Then she straightened back up, chest giving a bounce, and gave him a nudge on the shoulder with her foot. "Now go on, shoo." Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer Block Shampoo sure managed to give off a menacing and intimidating allure, though it was a bit counterbalanced by all the distraction her nude and glistening body was producing -- especially her bouncing breasts and enticing ass. Despite this, Yotarô got the message. Standing up, he did a quick bow, not daring to contradict her. Once she'd have calmed down, he would get a good chance for a second round... HU? ... a good chance for pleading his cause. Maybe she'd convince her to let him go in exchange for good grades for her daughter... mmmh... no... Mascara never needed that. Yotarô wondered shortly why Shampoo insisted he'd get other clothes when he had his own, until he looked down at his running shorts. There, he realized that Shampoo had pretty much torn them off in their mutual haste to get down and dirty. Sighing, he nonetheless picked up the shredded clothes, if only to throw them away.... ... when a shrill ringing sound startled him. Frantically, he fumbled within the clothes to extricate his cell-phone. "Who... MAMAN! I told you not to--" "..." "... no, Maman, I'm sorry I hung up earlier, but I was..." "..." "I told you already, I was busy, and..." "..." "No, I swear, that was really important..." "..." "What? Now? Hu... I don't think that'll be possible, Maman..." "..." "No, no, but I fear I'm gonna have my hands tied for the rest of the day...." Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn Off to the side where she was standing beside Cologne, arms folded over her chest, Shampoo sweatdropped. "... I'm suddenly aware of how much worse Mousse could have been...." Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer Block Hearing her great-granddaughter's comment, Cologne heartily laughed in her typical disturbing cackle. "Ho, I don't know about that... Mousse's mother could be quite clingy too. There just weren't much modern phones in the village at the time; if she had had one, who knew how often she'd have called. I know for a fact that in her letters, she was often asking Mousse when he would be coming back... with you as a wife." Meanwhile, Yotarô started heading toward the bathroom Shampoo had indicated him previously... while still talking to his "Maman" on the phone. His voice got weaker and weaker as he walked away. "Now, Shan Pû, are you going to get cleaned and dressed too, or do you plan to spend your day in the nude?" Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn > "Ho, I don't know about that... Mousse's mother could be quite clingy > too. There just weren't much modern phones in the village at the > time; if she had had one, who knew how often she'd have called. I > know for a fact that in her letters, she was often asking Mousse when > he would be coming back... with you as a wife." "Did she gripe more or less after I dumped him?" Shampoo asked dryly, in a tone that said she didn't really particularly care about the answer. > "Now, Shan Pû, are you going to get cleaned and dressed too, or do you > plan to spend your day in the nude?" "I'm going, I'm going," Shampoo replied, waving a hand in a 'quit nagging' gesture as she walked off. Honestly, it wasn't fair, here she was in her thirties, but it was impossible not to feel like a child in the face of someone who had multiple centuries to their credit. About ten minutes later, Shampoo finished tying the sash of an ensemble greatly similar to the one she'd started her day with, then picked up one of her pipes before heading downstairs to meet up with Cologne. "Alright, great-grandmother, let's head to the museum." Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer Block "You're not waiting for your boy-toy?" Cologne idly asked, though Shampoo could recognize the mirth behind her voice. "I thought you wanted him to lend a hand... unless you fear he'll spend more time talking to his 'Maman' rather than helping." Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn "Is that even a question?" Shampoo said wryly, shaking her head. "No, that man's a fuck-up if there ever was one. Bring him along and it would be like... well, like letting Ranma into the museum. Every cursed object in the place would be drawn to him like metal to that American madman in the red and purple that was in the news awhile back. My beloved may be extremely desirable, but I've no illusions of what his luck is like. And this new man doesn't even have 'extremely desirable' on his side." Shampoo began filling her pipe, adding absentmindedly "I told him to be back here tomorrow morning; if he's smart he'll listen. For now, let him find his own way out. The pharmacy's locked up, as is anything *really* dangerous in the house. The worst he might get into is some dried girl-spring water I keep on my dresser." Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer Block "I'm not even going to ask why you keep such a thing on your dresser..." Cologne mumbled. Shampoo saw that her bicycle was back at its usual spot by the Nekoseiyaku, which reminded her that she did abandon it in the middle of the street after her little incident with Yotarô plus passion spice. Her great-grandmother had brought it back after putting the new supplies for the pharmacy in a safe place. Obviously, nobody cared for stealing the old piece of junk. Soon, both Chinese expatriate were riding toward the museum, Shampoo pedaling and Cologne on the rack. They were quickly in sight of the museum, which wasn't far away. It was a rather large, very modern, two-stories building, proudly standing on what was probably the most expensive piece of land in Nerima, all thanks to Kunô money -- Nabiki's proudest accomplishment in the conning art. The museum was shaped like a star with a dozen short branches, the large dome of a greenhouse toping the middle -- where were displayed many rare, magical and exotic plants along with the other treasures. If one was to watch it from above, admiring the beautiful swirling pattern of the glass dome, the Nerima Museum of Weirdness would look like... a piece of fishcake. Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn "So what exactly -are- these new items you've procured, Great- Grandmother?" Shampoo asked as she thunked the bicycle into its place on the museum's bicycle rack. She gazed at the museum, taking a moment to ponder just the sort of disastrous consequences such a place could have if there were some event inside it, then shrugging it off as she usually did. If her elder had made it, there must be a good reason. "Is it something that's likely to get us blown up, transformed, cursed, or just embarrassed, if we mishandle it?" Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku St Fan, Kami of Writer Block "Well, the usual." Cologne offhandedly answered. "A few items gathered by our tribeswomen that they don't care about, don't want to bother with, or plain won't keep around. Nothing too powerful or cursed according to what I've been told... though there's still, of course, a risk for all the things you mentioned, especially if an elder wanted to do me a practical joke. You know how those old bats are... always ready to have a laugh at the expanse of their estranged sisters. Why, I remember the one Meh Nen sent me... now that was a hoot...." Re: Welcome to Nekoseiyaku Rann Aridorn Shampoo sighed, putting a hand to her head. "Yes, great-grandmother, I know you enjoyed being turned into a nineteen-year-old again, but Ranma wound up with a hairline fracture in his pelvis, and most of the other men in the district were drained so dry that they couldn't get out of bed for three days." Personally, Shampoo didn't buy the explanation that the cursed stone phallus had made Cologne young _and_ horny... just young and with a few centuries of stored-up libido. Still, she was hopeful as the two of them made their way over to the unloading dock. 'Maybe... maybe it will just be some old armor that got thrown away, or some swords that were cluttering up a storeroom. At worst, a beaker of water from some new Jusenkyô spring where a yak drowned.' Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness St Fan, Kami of Writer Block Cologne's eyebrow slightly twitched. "That wasn't every men in the district, Shan Pû... just most of the martial artists. Please don't blow things out of proportion." A natural choice, of course, since ordinary men would have had a hard time satisfying the lust of the rejuvenated matriarch. They were about to reach the dock, when two frantic employees showed up and ran toward them. One was a ninja guard, the other a gardener from the greenhouse. (From the Martial Art Gardening Dojo -- yes, you could really find any kind of martial art in Nerima.) "Cologne-sama! Shampoo-dono! We are so glad to find you!" "There is a problem at the greenhouse! With the Tôgyenkô giant vine! It's that new employee... she... I don't know what she was thinking!" the gardener babbled incoherently. Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness Rann Aridorn Shampoo sighed, putting a hand to her head and blowing a stream of smoke out around her pipe. "Honestly. Some days, I feel like I ought to be carrying a color-coded phone and shouting catchphrases." She looked at her elder. "Well, great-grandmother? What should we do?" Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness St Fan, Kami of Writer Block Cologne eyed her great-granddaughter warily. The younger woman was getting way to blasé about all this. "We intervene, of course! I don't want to have the town council on my back again for alleged worker safety issue. Now, what happened exactly?" As they followed the two to the greenhouse, the gardener explained: "As I told you, we hired a new apprentice... she seemed very enthusiastic about the work, asking plenty of questions about the rarer plants... but today, I caught her tripling the amount of fertilizer for the Tôgenkyô giant vine... and I think she must have skipped the tranquilizer dose too, because I've never seen the plant so excited! We're trying to contain it, but despites all our efforts, we can't pry off the newbie from it...." Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness Rann Aridorn > Cologne eyed her great-granddaughter warily. The younger woman was > getting way to blasé about all this. > > "We intervene, of course! I don't want to have the town council > on my back again for alleged worker safety issue. Now, what > happened exactly?" Shampoo just began repacking and relighting her pipe. Of course she was getting blasé; almost every other day it was -some- damn thing. Usually nothing terribly pressing... one of the kids let out some imp or something that caused a little trouble, and had to be stuck back in an urn. > As they followed the two to the greenhouse, the gardener explained: > "As I told you, we hired a new apprentice... she seemed very > enthusiastic about the work, asking plenty of questions about the > rarer plants... but today, I caught her tripling the amount of > fertilizer for the Tôgenkyô giant vine... and I think she must have > skipped the tranquilizer dose too, because I've never seen the plant > so excited! We're trying to contain it, but despites all our efforts, > we can't pry off the newbie from it...." Shampoo had just been inhaling on the pipe when he started saying all that, and suddenly burst into a fit of coughing, thumping a hand against her generous chest a few times. "She made a tentacle monster?!" Those, now... those were a much rarer problem. Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness St Fan, Kami of Writer Block Cologne didn't show it all, but she enjoyed seeing Shampoo lose her unflappable countenance for a short moment. "Well, it certainly sounds like it. Luckily, this is within your area of expertise, Shan Pû. Thanks to your good friends Pin Ke and Lin Ke, you have plenty of experience with that kind of things. You should have no problem solving this one." Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness Rann Aridorn Shampoo came dangerously close to giving Cologne a dirty look. Perhaps she'd been living in Japan too long, she was starting to take a much more relaxed approach to respecting her elders. Instead, she turned a sour expression on the bearer of bad news and, with a sigh, waved him on. "Come on, lead the way, let's go get this taken care of." Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness St Fan, Kami of Writer Block Cologne pogoed alongside her great-granddaughter and employees as they all rushed toward the greenhouse. They entered the garden, shock-full of exotic and mysterious plants, and headed toward the most heavily protected part of it, holding the dangerous or carnivorous specimen. In the most preeminent spot was the gift from Prince Tôma of Tôgenkyô to the museum: a huge vegetal monster with many green vines whipping around. A flock of martial artist gardeners, armed with their tools of the trade (spades, rakes, pruning shears, weed-killer dispensers, etc. -- even one guy with a chainsaw and a mask), were battling the tentacular plant. Despite their efforts, they couldn't free the beautiful woman with long, black hair, which was held high and out of range. Her clothes were torn and the many tendrils were not only roughly mashing her naked body, but also pumping into any available opening. Although her mouth was filled, loud moans and pants could be heard coming from her. Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness Rann Aridorn Shampoo's long-stemmed pipe hung at an odd angle out of her mouth, probably only held on by the fact that actually letting it fall out would be too uncool for words. Her cheeks were also rather pink, something that didn't happen an awful lot for the experienced Amazon. "... That's..." Shampoo absently straightened her pipe, then ran a hand over her hair. "Well, even if she didn't do it deliberately, it doesn't look like she's exactly displeased with the results. Even if we get her out of there, she might fight to go back. We'd better just try to kill the plant." Contrary to popular belief, Shampoo did not constantly carry around an arsenal of ancient Chinese drugs and magical artifacts. It was usually just a few minor necessities that facilitated life in Nerima... a small bar of waterproof soap, some catnip (hey, it was for calming Ranma down if she went into the Nekoken... really!), and a packet of powdered Spring of Drowned Girl. Certainly no Amazonian equivalent of white Kryptonite. "Any ideas, great-grandmother?" Shampoo prompted, while still wracking her own brain with what they could do with what was on hand. Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness St Fan, Kami of Writer Block Cologne frowned at her great-granddaughter. Shampoo was definitively getting lazy. Maybe she needed a bit of renewed training. "Killing such a precious specimen? Come on, Shan Pû, you have to be kidding. From what I've heard, Ranma managed to trim and flower-arrange a similar sprout when a mere teenager. The drugs may have excited it, but it cannot be that dangerous. "I agree that our... soon-to-be former employee seems to be enjoying herself, but we cannot have a main attraction being aggressive so close from the opening. We'll have to cut a few vines, at the very least, but it shouldn't be too bad; they should grow back. Now, just take your sword and... don't tell me you didn't bring a sword?" Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness Rann Aridorn > Cologne frowned at her great-granddaughter. Shampoo was definitively > getting lazy. Maybe she needed a bit of renewed training. Perhaps less lazy and more jaded, but then, what personality flaw COULDN'T be cured by vigorous martial arts training? > "Killing such a precious specimen? Come on, Shan Pû, you have to be > kidding. From what I've heard, Ranma managed to trim and > flower-arrange a similar sprout when a mere teenager. The drugs may > have excited it, but it cannot be that dangerous. "Yes, precious specimen..." Shampoo muttered, rubbing the side of her head. She had memories of the specimen attempting to do something to her rather similar to what it was doing to the woman now, just without her permission or cooperation. While she had an appreciation for odd and -useful- plants, she considered this one more of an annoyance. > "I agree that our... soon-to-be former employee seems to be enjoying > herself, but we cannot have a main attraction being aggressive so > close from the opening. We'll have to cut a few vines, at the very > least, but it shouldn't be too bad; they should grow back. Now, just > take your sword and... don't tell me you didn't bring a sword?" Shampoo gave her grandmother a long, considering look, then reached into her sleeve in a Mousse-like fashion, producing both a Chinese sword and a katana. "Which weapon of great and ancient honor and battle should I use to trim the bushes, great-grandmother?" she asked in a particularly snarky tone. Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness St Fan, Kami of Writer Block Cologne frowned a little at Shampoo's attempt at humor. She didn't comment on her choice of weapons, though. She wasn't ethnocentric enough to berate her great-granddaughter about complementing her traditional Chinese sword with a Japanese blade. "Both will be fine. I think you'll need them. "Okay now, listen everybody..." she called out to the martial artist gardeners and the ninja guardians... to realize they weren't listening. A few were still keeping the tentacles at bay... but most of the men where actually watching the woman hanging from the vines. What was left of her rags had been ripped away, and now her nude body was entirely on display, except for the parts that were encased in large, green tendrils. Shampoo could see that she was quite the beauty, with a voluptuous, shapely body of unmarred pink skin, very long flowing purple hair, though of a darker hue than the Chinese apothecary. The woman's arms and legs were held spread by the thick coils rolled around them, and she was also forcefully taken by three tentacles, on between her drooling lips, another pumping in her gushing sex, and the last squirming between the scrumptious orbs of her bottom. The men looked quite mesmerized by the sight... that is, until Cologne exploded. "I said, LISTEN EVERYBODY! STOP GAWKING, YOU STUPID MALES! WE GOT A JOB TO DO! SURROUND IT, AND GET READY FOR A COORDINATED ATTACK AT MY SIGNAL!!!" Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness Rann Aridorn Shampoo herself had paused to take a longer look, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. While tentacle sex did seem a bit much, even for her own vast experience, the woman was quite lovely and did seem to be having quite the time. Perhaps there was more to this than she'd thought, and the silly girl wasn't just some plant fetishist. In any event, that slime was entirely likely to have interesting properties and-- > "I said, LISTEN EVERYBODY! STOP GAWKING, YOU STUPID MALES! WE GOT A > JOB TO DO! SURROUND IT, AND GET READY FOR A COORDINATED ATTACK AT MY > SIGNAL!!!" Quickly trying to appear that she hadn't been lost in her own thoughts, Shampoo gestured to a few of the men as they went past, directing them a bit more specifically, before taking a sword in each hand and giving her arms distinct, practiced rolls to slide the sheathes off and let them clatter to the ground. Maybe there was something to be said for the "unique specimen" after all, but Shampoo still had to admit that she wasn't going to be -too- careful of it. Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness St Fan, Kami of Writer Block A gardener equipped with a chainsaw and a hockey mask teamed up with Shampoo. On Cologne's signal, everybody lashed out at the plant simultaneously. The big vegetable didn't go down without a fight. Its vines slashed around, viciously whipping any martial artist not fast enough to avoid it, or coiling around a few unlucky ones before tossing them out like so much garbage, sending them flying to the other side of the greenhouse. Meanwhile, the responsible of this mess was still getting obscenely screwed by the busy tentacles. It was dubious she could be paying much attention to what was going on, past her own violated body... but when she took a glance at her "rescuers", she looked distressed.... Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness Rann Aridorn Dodging both tentacles and flying gardeners alike, Shampoo progressed further towards the instigator of the situation. She'd faced one of these plants before, and thus was not going to be caught unaware by most of its hijinks, even if it had been only once. Still, as she progressed towards the center of activity, slashing and slicing with the swords, she was noting a few things. One, the plant seemed to be quite defensive of its prize, and was becoming progressively more difficult and creative as she got deeper in. Two, like a wild animal that had gotten a taste for human blood, the tentacle plant looked like it had gotten a taste for pussy juice, and at any time it was probably going to realize that she was female as well. Whether it had some sort of sense of smell and would be able to smell the earlier sex on her (and the faint tingle of the lust-inducing powder still in her brain), or at some point it would be able to get a feel of a thigh or her chest, she was going to have to be careful. "You are in SO much trouble!" Shampoo snapped at the dark-haired girl as she approached close, pausing for part of a moment to eye the tentacles restraining her for the best way to cut them. Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness St Fan, Kami of Writer Block The girl getting tentacle-fucked shook her head at Shampoo, tears in her eyes, as her "rescuer" got nearer. One lacking basic observation skills could easily believe this was a reaction from the violation she was subjected to. Except that she started acting like this only when the gardeners started slashing the plant. In fact, looking more closely, it seemed more like she was begging Shampoo and the others to spare her rapist. The Tôgenkyô giant plant didn't take the attack lightly, though. If until now it has defending itself ferociously, when the attackers managed to severe a few vines, the big vegetable really got enraged. The remaining tentacles slashed and whipped around in frantic flurry of activity. The gardeners and ninjas still close enough to engage it were forced to the defensive, either desperately protecting themselves or being sent flying. Shampoo's focus on trying to free the squirming girl, and the small pause she took in order to find the best way of doing it, proved dangerous. A tentacle coming from behind blindsided her, striking the purple-haired warrior in the back and sending her crashing into the other girl. Tendrils immediately attempted to use the opportunity to wrap around Shampoo's arms and immobilize her weapons. Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness Rann Aridorn 'You know, you'd have thought I'd have seen this coming.' was Shampoo's surprisingly calm thought as she was sent careening into the sweaty, slimy, naked, writhing woman, a bit of a *gloomph* going on as large covered chest pressed up against large bare chest. As the vines wrapped around her hands, she cursed, appraising her position. She could spin the swords in her hands and likely slice the vines restraining her... but with their proximity, she'd probably also cut off some rather important appendages of the captive woman. And annoyed as she was with the gardener, Shampoo wasn't quite THAT angry. Still, something had to be done. She gazed flatly at the dark-haired girl, since they were now face-to-face... besides boob-to-boob. "You're fired." Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness St Fan, Kami of Writer Block The woman Shampoo was pressed against blinked, a bit surprised by this development. Then, coincidentally, the vine forcing itself between her jaws got bored (or something like that) and exited her drooling mouth, leaving her free to speak. All she did at first was coughing, her throat too sore to utter words. Shampoo could vaguely hear her great-grandmother yell in the background, urging the employees to launch a second assault. But in the meanwhile, of more immediate concern to her were the tentacles. They were getting busier on her, tightening their hold on her members and slithering over other part of her body, for motives certainly different than restraint. One circled around her neck, and although not strangling with crushing force, it got a bit more difficult for the Joketsuzoku warrior to breathe. Another slipped inside her shirt from the front, crawling against her skin to reach her mashed breasts. And a third was unsurprisingly poking at the junction of her thighs, rubbing against her cleft and sex through the thin fabric of the pants. This seemed to disturb greatly the woman responsible for all this mess. Staring at Shampoo, she vehemently protested. "Hey! Leave this plant alone! This is MY tentacle monster! I had enough trouble finding one at last, go seek your own!" Before Shampoo could retort, the squirming tendrils holding them grinded both female bodies harder into each other. "And stop this!" the dark-haired girl pleaded. "I'm no lesbian!" Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness Rann Aridorn > Shampoo could vaguely hear her great-grandmother yell in the > background, urging the employees to launch a second assault. But in > the meanwhile, of more immediate concern to her were the tentacles. > They were getting busier on her, tightening their hold on her members > and slithering over other part of her body, for motives certainly > different than restraint. "Ack! Stop that!" Shampoo said, immediately feeling a little silly for telling what amounted to a hentai tentacle monster not to be hentai. All the same, she struggled around, trying to find a weak place in the tendrils' grip, only to yelp as one slid across her thigh and startled her enough to drop her swords. > One circled around her neck, and although not strangling with crushing > force, it got a bit more difficult for the Joketsuzoku warrior to > breathe. Another slipped inside her shirt from the front, crawling > against her skin to reach her mashed breasts. And third was > unsurprisingly poking at the junction of her thighs, rubbing against > her cleft and sex through the thin fabric of the pants. "Nnnngf." Shampoo winced at the grip around her neck, clenching her fists and trying to concentrate on getting free... a task made more difficult by the tentacle sliding against her breasts and teasing at her pussy through the purple silk. > This seemed to disturb greatly the woman responsible for all this > mess. Staring at Shampoo, she vehemently protested. "Hey! Leave > this plant alone! This is MY tentacle monster! I had enough trouble > finding one at last, go seek your own!" 'I could have just cut her arms off,' Shampoo thought a little sourly, glaring at the girl but not wasting her breath on an actual retort, instead trying to concentrate on not giving in to the stimulation that was stirring the remnants of the lust dust. (At least, that was the excuse she was sticking to.) > Before Shampoo could retort, the squirming tendrils holding them > grinded both female bodies harder into each other. > > "And stop this!" the dark-haired girl pleaded. "I'm no lesbian!" "Talk to 'your' tentacle monster, I think it wants some girl-girl action," Shampoo replied in a bit of a rasp, unable to help clarifying the situation at least a little. Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness St Fan, Kami of Writer Block Cologne frowned hard when she heard the clang of both Shampoo's swords falling to the ground. What was her granddaughter's doing? Didn't she have gotten enough already this morning with her boy-toy? "SHAN PÛ!! NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO HAVE SOME FUN! YOU HAVE A JOB TO DO, DON'T YOU FORGET IT!" The tentacles of the Tôgenkyô rape plant were of a different opinion, however. More were finding their way under Shampoo's clothes, probably attracted by her heat. And, not surprisingly for a vegetal, by moistness too, if you judged by the one that was slithering against her panties. Although the animated vines certainly weren't sentient, they sure were sensitive to their environment. And somehow, the inside of the silk garments weren't fitting with them. Probably they felt constrained by the lack of space and the darkness. Unfortunately for Shampoo, they didn't choose to withdraw, though... instead, they trashed and jerked powerfully, which resulted in many sounds of ripping and a beautiful Chinese outfit torn into shreds. Now that she was much more exposed, Shampoo could feel several tendrils crawling over her flesh, stroking her unprotected skin and circling around any mound they'd find. The tentacles pressed the two dangling women closer, the few tendrils snaking between their bodies didn't prevent flesh-to-flesh contact. Two pair of big boobs, squeezed up by green appendages, mashed together, erect nipples poking the pushed-up mammalian tissues. "Whaaaaa!!! That's not fair!" the instigator of all this complained. "One of my greatest tentacle-rape to date, and I have to share it with some pushy lesbian!" Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness Rann Aridorn > Cologne frowned hard when she heard the clang of both Shampoo's swords > falling to the ground. What was her granddaughter's doing? Didn't > she have gotten enough already this morning with her boy-toy? > > "SHAN PÛ!! NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO HAVE SOME FUN! YOU HAVE A JOB TO > DO, DON'T YOU FORGET IT!" "Oh really, because I thought I'd date it!" Shampoo tried to shout back, but not having much luck with the tentacle wrapped around her neck. > The tentacles of the Tôgenkyô rape plant were of a different opinion, > however. More were finding their way under Shampoo's clothes, > probably attracted by her heat. And, not surprisingly for a vegetal, > by moistness too, if you judged by the one that was slithering against > her panties. "Nnnh!" Shampoo wriggled a little more at that increased rubbing, thrashing about more in the vines' grip, but mostly succeeding in just rubbing herself against the tentacles further. > Although the animated vines certainly weren't sentient, they sure were > sensitive to their environment. And somehow, the inside of the silk > garments weren't fitting with them. Probably they felt constrained by > the lack of space and the darkness. Unfortunately for Shampoo, they > didn't choose to withdraw, though... instead, they trashed and jerked > powerfully, which resulted in many sounds of ripping and a beautiful > Chinese outfit torn into shreds. Shampoo acked as her shirt and pants were reduced to so many artful shreds, her full breasts spilling into the open air, as much as was allowed by the tentacles already partly wound around them. She jerked and twisted some more, which just resulted in more jiggling, even just a little of it from her ass, which had, after all, grown just a bit rounder with the years and motherhood. > Now that she was much more exposed, Shampoo could feel several > tendrils crawling over her flesh, stroking her unprotected skin and > circling around any mound they'd find. The tentacles pressed the two > dangling women closer, the few tendrils snaking between their bodies > didn't prevent flesh-to-flesh contact. Two pair of big boobs, > squeezed up by green appendages, mashed together, erect nipples poking > the pushed-up mammalian tissues. Shampoo hissed as she was pressed up against the other woman. She had already developed a rather strong dislike of the girl, but her body, stimulated as it was, was remembering certain rather more pleasurable nights spent with some of her other, ahem, acquaintances, her back arching some in response, gooshing her tits further against the tentaclephile's. > "Whaaaaa!!! That's not fair!" the instigator of all this complained. > "One of my greatest tentacle-rape to date, and I have to share it > with some pushy lesbian!" Shampoo's eyebrow twitched a bit, and she found just enough of a burst of strength to yank one hand up, grab one of the tentacles, and shove it into the girl's mouth in place of the one that had left it earlier. 'I definitely like you better that way.' she thought, before getting distracted again by her own situation. 'I'm going to wind up raped by a plant while I'm mashed up against a strange and infuriating woman, and a lot of men are going to get to watch it happen.' she thought frantically, trying to force her hips to stay still as the length of a tentacle rubbed across the cleft of her pussy, plump labia parted lightly along the top of it. 'Ack! That thought shouldn't turn me on more! Damn that stuff! Great- grandmother's right, we're not carrying that stuff anymore!' Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness St Fan, Kami of Writer Block The woman was surprised by Shampoo's move, mumbling into the tentacles stuffing her face again. Yet, she didn't seem completely displeased by this, if the way she started sucking and licking the vegetal appendage was any indication. She was obviously giving this animated vine a blowjob, and doing it fully willingly. More tentacles wrapped and wriggled against the two squirming women, grinding and squishing their nude, sweaty, slimy bodies together. The sap of the plant mixed this, making them both quite lubed and glistening under the harsh light of the greenhouse. Although it eased the friction of the rubbing between their heated skins, it surely didn't hinder the sensations. The moisture-seeking tentacle that was poking at Shampoo's pussy finally found the opening it wanted. Wiggling like some sort of vegetal snake, it wedged the blunt tip between her vaginal lips and determinedly pushed inside with the same kind of twirling movements one would expect of any plant creeper filmed in fast forward. Although this one was doing so in real time. While one raping member began pumping in Shampoo's sloshing pussy, a few other crawled and squeezed her round buttocks, involuntarily parting them and exposing the valley of her ass. The tip of another blind tentacle incidentally found the small puckered hole hidden there and started tickling it. With so many of its tendrils focused on the two preys, the plant was defending itself less ferociously against Cologne and the gardeners. How long would it take for them to reach the hostages, though, was anybody's guess. Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness Rann Aridorn > More tentacles wrapped and wriggled against the two squirming women, > grinding and squishing their nude, sweaty, slimy bodies together. The > sap of the plant mixed this, making them both quite lubed and > glistening under the harsh light of the greenhouse. Although it eased > the friction of the rubbing between their heated skins, it surely > didn't hinder the sensations. 'Nnnh,' Shampoo thought, bucking and squirming in the vines' grip. 'Why am I having to do the writhe against this psychotic little bitch?' Even as she thought that, Shampoo arched her back, slick, sweaty breasts sliding across the tentaclephile's. 'Why couldn't it be Ranma's female body?... Or Akane?... Or Ukyô?' > The moisture-seeking tentacle that was poking at Shampoo's pussy > finally found the opening it wanted. Wiggling like some sort of > vegetal snake, it wedged the blunt tip between her vaginal lips and > determinedly pushed inside with the same kind of twirling movements > one would expect of any plant creeper filmed in fast forward. > Although this one was doing so in real time. Shampoo gave the loudest yowl she could manage with the vine wrapped around her throat, lurching against the other naked woman as the tentacle plunged deep into her sopping cunt. Her undulations and writhing only increased as it worked its way deeper into her, her toes curling and fists clenching. 'Ack! Haven't felt something so deep since...' The thought trailed off, lust-addled brain unable to actually call up the memory of something sliding so deep up inside her. > While one raping member began pumping in Shampoo's sloshing pussy, a > few other crawled and squeezed her round buttocks, involuntarily > parting them and exposing the valley of her ass. The tip of another > blind tentacle incidentally found the small puckered hole hidden there > and started tickling it. "EEK!" Shampoo's eyes went wide, her struggles momentarily taking on a more thoroughly protesting manner for a moment. "D-don't you dare, stupid plant! That hole's reserved for a short list of people, and you're not on it!" Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness St Fan, Kami of Writer Block Shampoo's words didn't have great impact on the rapist plant. The "short list of people" the purple-haired woman talked about was indeed just gaining its first vegetal member. The wiggling tendril managed to thrust in Shampoo's tight asshole, finding her warm and narrow passageway and then burying into it as if it was a root seeking fertile soil. The other tentacle in her sex wasn't getting lazy either. It pumped chaotically into her gushing, swollen twat, snaking its way by maddening contortions that mashed and stimulated every fleshy, sensitive folds covering the walls of her love tunnel. It raped her sweet pussy deeper and more thoroughly than any male organ ever would. No man could twist and shake his erect cock inside a woman's cunny like this tentacle could. Although Ranma knew some interesting tricks on his own.... If Shampoo's words inspired no reaction in the plant, though, they did spur on in her involuntary partner for this girl-on-girl-plus-tentacles orgy. Miss Kiki (the tentacle-phile) twisted her head until she managed to spit the fake penis in her mouth. Considering she had quite willingly sucking on it till now, she must have something important to say. "Don't talk to it like that!" she scolded Shampoo. "That is very mean! Plants have feelings too, you should now that! And you're hurting those feelings by talking to it so harshly!" Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness Rann Aridorn > Shampoo's words didn't have great impact on the rapist plant. > The "short list of people" the purple-haired woman talked about was > indeed just gaining its first vegetal member. The wiggling tendril > managed to thrust in Shampoo's tight asshole, finding her warm and > narrow passageway and then burying into it as if it was a root > seeking fertile soil. "Nnnnnh!" Shampoo jerked in the bonds formed by the plant's tendrils, all her muscles tensing, before she simply whimpered, going limp in the plant's holds, just wriggling lightly and giving a few soft mewls. A little-known fact about Shampoo was that doing her up the ass was pretty much the equivalent of grabbing a Saiyajin by the tail: it rendered her pretty well helpless. Of course, it also rendered her into a moaning, quivering little sex-kitten like putty in someone's hands... uh, tentacles... but hey, she needed her own little spin on things. > The other tentacle in her sex wasn't getting lazy either. It pumped > chaotically into her gushing, swollen twat, snaking its way by > maddening contortions that mashed and stimulated every fleshy, > sensitive folds covering the walls of her love tunnel. It raped her > sweet pussy deeper and more thoroughly than any male organ ever > would. No man could twist and shake his erect cock inside a woman's > cunny like this tentacle could. Although Ranma knew some interesting > tricks on his own.... "Ahhhh, ah, ah fuck, ah!" Shampoo moaned, her hips wiggling around in little circles, half with the wriggling motion of the tentacle and half against it, feeling that slick tentacle sliding against her inner walls, her juices dripping out around it, glistening on the tendril's surface when it pulled out, and spattering out against her thighs and down to the ground when it thrust in. > "Don't talk to it like that!" she scolded Shampoo. "That is very > mean! Plants have feelings too, you should now that! And you're > hurting those feelings by talking to it so harshly!" "Shampoo starting to think you right..." the addle-brained herbalist moaned. Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness St Fan, Kami of Writer Block Any further philosophical discussion about the values of vegetal life was cut short when another pair of tentacles found another pair of wet holes. Two more cock-like tendrils plunged into Shampoo and Kiki's mouths, filling their throats with sap-tasting appendages. Those began pumping in rhythm with the others pseudo-penises that were thrusting inside the other snug female holes. Besides violating those sweet, tight, throbbing orifices, the tentacles kept caressing every square inch of feminine flesh by wiggling and slithering like an orgy of crazy serpents. They also rubbed and pressed and squeezed together the two female bodies as if trying to merge them. Bountiful boobs mashed generous mams, shapely hips pushed into scrumptious thighs, both shaking women entangled in unnatural intercourse with the plant and each other. Cologne and her troops were making progress, almost reaching the two hostages by now... though they were suffering casualties that were slowing them down... mostly by sudden nosebleed when the gaze of some martial artist gardener or ninja lingered too long on the two violated beauties. Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness Rann Aridorn > Any further philosophical discussion about the values of vegetal life > was cut short when another pair of tentacles found another pair of wet > holes. Two more cock-like tendrils plunged into Shampoo and Kiki's > mouths, filling their throats with sap-tasting appendages. Those > began pumping in rhythm with the others pseudo-penises that were > thrusting inside the other snug female holes. "Mmmph! Glmph!" Somehow, having a tentacle fucking her mouth made Shampoo stop trying to hold back her moans and cries completely. They were now rather muffled, of course, rivulets of mixed saliva and sap running down the corner of her chin, her head twisting lightly back and forth. > Besides violating those sweet, tight, throbbing orifices, the > tentacles kept caressing every square inch of feminine flesh by > wiggling and slithering like an orgy of crazy serpents. They also > rubbed and pressed and squeezed together the two female bodies as if > trying to merge them. Bountiful boobs mashed generous mams, shapely > hips pushed into scrumptious thighs, both shaking women entangled in > unnatural intercourse with the plant and each other. Mostly lost to the sensations due to the extreme stimulation and the earlier infusion of lust spice, Shampoo writhed wantonly against the girl she'd wanted to strangle a few minutes before, rubbing her mature, curvaceous body against the younger woman's. She twisted her hips, making them writhe sinuously in time with the wriggling of the tentacles fucking her pussy and ass, until she gave a long, muffled cry, her holes clamping and squeezing around the raping members of the plant. Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness St Fan, Kami of Writer Block Shampoo would probably have a hard time telling if her orgasm lasted for a split-second, or rather for hours, considering all the distraction provided by the many writhing vegetal members that violated her body in every ways possible, along with her new friend. The two purple-haired (though of different hues) women squirming amidst all the tentacles were quite a disturbing, yet extremely erotic sight. A sight that ended quite abruptly, to the shock of both "victims"... well, one tentacle-phile, and one victim of circumstances. One moment, the tendrils were screwing, sodomizing, skull-fucking and generally molesting them... and the second... they went slack, and even stopped supporting them aloft from the floor. Both Kiki and Shampoo were in no shape to react from the fall, but the rescuers had prepared a net beneath them to insure a soft landing. So, the two naked beauties lay there, in shock, within a tangle of severed tentacles that kept weakly squirming in reflex for a short while. Cologne, still surrounded by a blazing aura after the powerful ki-attack that freed her great-granddaughter and her new friend, landed on her stick not far from them. She looked at the sweaty, juicy, sap-covered women with concern. Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness Rann Aridorn "Mmmph." Shampoo just lay there for a few moments, eyes gone all swirly, looking like she'd attended a drunken orgy involving several dozen people. (It'd only happened once. Maybe twice.... Maybe five times. She blamed Ukyô!) She sat back up slowly, swaying back and forth a bit as she did, then looked at Cologne. "... You're right... we really ought to stop selling that stuff...." Then she fell backwards again with a loud *splorch* into the little pool of vines, sap, and, uh, other fluids. Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness St Fan, Kami of Writer Block Cologne rolled her eyes, shook her head and sighed. No doubt about it, her great-granddaughter had gotten too used to her soft life, and had slacked in her training. A true warrior would have avoided getting caught by such a slow plant. Or maybe, a worse suspicion, Shampoo simply didn't fight it strong enough. She was taking excuse of the lust drug, but the matriarch still had her doubts. Even subconsciously, she would have bet that Shampoo had been... curious. "WHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...." Cologne wasn't given the leisure of finding a proper scolding for her disappointing heir. The other woman, whose peculiar tastes were nowhere in the subconscious range, was bursting into tears. "NOOO, WHY? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO STOP IT!! This is so unfair! For once that I had found the perfect lover, the hunk of my dreams, you bunch of brutes had too ruin everything! BWWWAAAAAAAAAAA...." Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness St Fan, Kami of Writer Block *SPLASH* Shampoo was awakened -- a bit violently -- by a pail of cold water. This didn't just wash of all the sticky fluids coating her naked body, of course... it turned said body into a pussycat, but not the kind the various ninjas and gardeners around would enjoy gawking. "Show is over, boys. Now, clean up this mess, and give that damn plant a good dose of tranquilizers, please." "WAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaAAAAAHHH!!!" Cologne turned toward the initiator of this whole mess, who was still bawling her eyes out in despair. At least until... *CLONK* ... she was silenced with a good knock of the elder's staff on top of her head. "Cover this one, and bring her to the infirmary." the ancient woman also ordered. Finally, she picked up Shampoo-neko by the scruff of her neck. "You, come with me. You need a bath." Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness Rann Aridorn > *SPLASH* > > Shampoo was awakened -- a bit violently -- by a pail of cold water. > This didn't just wash of all the sticky fluids coating her naked > body, of course... it turned said body into a pussycat, but not the > kind the various ninjas and gardeners around would enjoy gawking. "Mrowwrrr!" Shampoo had grown into a slightly larger cat over the years, but was still quite the cute little thing, especially leaping to its feet and trying to shake itself off. > "WAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaAAAAAHHH!!!" > > Cologne turned toward the initiator of this whole mess, who was still > bawling her eyes out in despair. At least until... > > *CLONK* > > ... she was silenced with a good knock of the elder's staff on top of > her head. A cat's default expression might be smug, but Shampoo seemed to be putting some extra effort into it. "Nyeheheheheh." =^.^= > Finally, she picked up Shampoo-neko by the scruff of her neck. "You, > come with me. You need a bath." Shampoo dangled, expression turning particularly flat. If she could sigh while being held by the scruff, she would. She wouldn't be hearing the end of this for awhile. She might be well into adulthood and a mother, but Cologne still had a talent for making her feel like she was twelve. ... Of course, actually being smaller than the little old woman helped with that.... Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness St Fan, Kami of Writer Block Shampoo, of course, knew her great-grandmother quite well. She'd been her main mother figure when growing up... and even in adulthood, the elder was never far away. So, the lecture was no surprise. Most unnerving about it was the casual tone Cologne was using, as if she was talking to nobody in particular... but still hitting right home. "I can understand that there was a part of bad luck about all this, Shampoo, and that you weren't entirely responsible. But yet, as if letting yourself get a sniff of Lust Dust this morning wasn't already enough, letting it distract you in a fight against such a pathetic thing as this plant... tsk, tsk. I remember you telling me that Ranma-chan could just play ikebana with such a specimen.... Okay, I can admit this one was rather overexcited, but still... you've been unforgivably careless. Well, at least I do hope that was only carelessness... I'd be displeased to realize you actually are sharing the little fetish of our rowdy ex-employee...." While she was scolding the woman-turned-pussycat, Cologne entered the staff section of the Museum, where you could find a bathroom. Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness Rann Aridorn Shampoo's ears drooped. Okay, maybe she HAD let herself be a little more susceptible than she might otherwise have been, but she wasn't getting nearly as much attention lately as some of the other girls! She was... pretty sure. Well, maybe she was, but it wasn't enough!... Okay, maybe it was hard for her to actually get "enough", but... bleh. Still, as the lecture went on, Shampoo couldn't help but get a bit tired of it. She rolled her eyes, lifting a paw and making a little wiggling motion with it, opening and closing her mouth while tilting her head back and forth, providing the extremely amusing sight of a cat making a "yap yap yap" gesture. Of course, by the time Cologne looked back at her, her ears were drooped and her expression was contrite. She'd heard more than one of these lectures and had them timed pretty well. Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness St Fan, Kami of Writer Block When Cologne glanced at Shampoo-neko, she frowned at the sight of cat trying to look innocent. That was a rather incongruous sight, as a feline wasn't exactly designed to bore such an expression. Yet she let it slide. Entering the communal bathroom, she found a large furo already filled with hot water. Although this was probably against the etiquette of those silly Japanese people, she slowly lowered the pink cat directly in the bath, turning her granddaughter from wet furball to nude bombshell. "Alright, I do hope this will get you all cleaned up... body and mind." Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness Rann Aridorn Shampoo lounged back against the side of the furo, long hair drifting in the water. She was still doing her best to look sincerely contrite (she had goofed up, after all), but a hot bath tended to highlight her sensual nature, skin glistening, large breasts draped in the water. "Everyone has a bad day, Great-Grandmother." she said after a moment, shrugging. "Events added up to give me one." 'Or a bad behavior day, anyway,' she added to herself. Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness St Fan, Kami of Writer Block Cologne still looked suspicious that her great-granddaughter was entirely contrite for the whole mess. Yet, Shampoo was an adult... it wasn't like the elder could just throw her onto her lap and spank her curvy bottom just like when the youngster was a little child. And this, not just from taking in account their size difference. Though, if Cologne would ever get youthened again, just like with Meh Nen's stone phallus, on the other hand.... The ancient woman shook her head from the disturbing thought, and focused back on the matter at hand. "Well, what's done is done. Let's not dwell on it all day...." she concluded. Cologne wasn't really worried that Shampoo would get 'traumatized' by the earlier tentacle rape. With all the weird adventures her great-granddaughter had with Ranma or the rest of the Wrecking Crew over the last years, this was hardly over-the-top. Heck, she could bet it wasn't Shampoo's first tentacle rape... though, of course, it was a really private matter in which she'd rather not pry. "Now, what are we going to do with your new friend... the crazy woman responsible of this all? I think I heard you talk to her about being fired... but have you other plans for the little deviant? Kill her? Punish her? Teach her 'proper' love? Make her your sex slave?" Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness Rann Aridorn Shampoo made a bit of a face. "Killing her is a bit much, but she's far too annoying to consider bedding down with. Especially on a regular basis." And this from someone that had been married to Mousse for awhile. "Punishing her somehow seems a good idea. We could let all the turned-on workers out there have a turn at her, see if that taught her 'proper' love... or at least gave her a fetish for gangbangs to go along with her tentacle fetish." The younger Amazon rubbed her chin for a moment, then snickered. "We could always color her hair my shade of purple, powder her with Lust Dust, and toss her to Mousse." Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness St Fan, Kami of Writer Block Cologne rolled her eyes. "I don't think even that girl deserves such a dire fate as being tossed to Mister Part-Time...." she drolly said. "As for turned-on workers, I'd say you're just as much responsible of this than her. And anyway, you know we frown on such intra-workers promiscuity...." Or boss-workers promiscuity... Cologne immediately scolded herself inwardly for mentioning this. No need to give further ecchi ideas to her great-granddaughter... Shampoo could get them all by herself. "Anyway, I'd say we'd rather check on her health first before deciding of anything drastic. She didn't look like a martial artist, and what those tentacles were doing could surely get an ordinary woman mightily sore." Considering some of the bruises and welts over Shampoo's otherwise flawless skin, this was an understatement. "... I wouldn't want to leave miss ex-gardener any opportunity to sue us for non-respect of the safety code." Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness Rann Aridorn > Cologne rolled her eyes. > > "I don't think even that girl deserves such a dire fate as being > tossed to Mister Part-Time...." she drolly said. "Thanks," Shampoo said drolly. It had, however briefly, been her fate as well, after all. > "As for turned-on workers, I'd say you're just as much responsible of > this than her. And anyway, you know we frown on such intra-workers > promiscuity...." "Well, if we're terminating her employment, it's not exactly intra- worker promiscuity." Shampoo pointed out reasonably, stretching out a bit more in the bath and sinking down further, so that just the tips of her breasts broke the surface like little pink-capped islands in the sea, her chin just above the water. She actually wasn't trying to be so provocative (especially to her great-grandmother), it just tended to come naturally. > "Anyway, I'd say we'd rather check on her health first before > deciding of anything drastic. She didn't look like a martial artist, > and what those tentacles were doing could surely get an ordinary > woman mightily sore." "Something tells me that she might be used to this particular sort of activity, though." Shampoo muttered, poking her toes up out of the water and wiggling them. > Considering some of the bruises and welts over Shampoo's otherwise > flawless skin, this was an understatement. > > "... I wouldn't want to leave Miss ex-gardener any opportunity to sue > us for non-respect of the safety code." "We'd have a great counter-suit for her contributions to creating an unsafe workplace." Before Cologne could get the idea that Shampoo was being contrary just for the sake of it, she gave her head a little shake. "No, you're right, of course. We'd better check her over, if she hasn't already been carted off by overexcited martial arts gardeners." Re: Welcome to Nerima's Museum of Weirdness St Fan, Kami of Writer Block "I do hope not." Cologne answered as she pogo-ed away. Finish your bath, and join me in the infirmary." Paused shortly, she added: "After you put some clothes on, of course...." Not that it was really any necessary to say so... Shampoo was now longer a kid. But today, her great-granddaughter had proven she could be quite thoughtless, and the ancient woman just felt like stating the obvious. [TO BE CONTINUED IN EPISODE 24, THREAD 4]