Part Two: The Fifth of May
Nabiki was wearing a sombrero and a poncho as she walked past The Cat Café.
It had closed down ever since Cologne had gone back to China. Some days before, Nabiki had impersonated Akane, parading around in her new Shampoo swimsuit, explaining to all interested parties that the pair of them had fought a duel of wills over a magical swimsuit and this was the result. Cologne even confirmed that the swimming suit was indeed her great-granddaughter. She even assured the Tendo household that since it was a challenge, a duel, that she would not be seeking vengeance. She would just return home and hope Lin Lin and Lun Lun turned out to be better Amazons than their sister.
Nabiki would still have to come up with an explanation for the soon-to-be disappearance of Akane, but those plans were already in the works. With luck, she would be able to kill two birds with one stone.
Ranma was wandering around, still attempting to figure out where his father went. He walked up to her and asked, “What are you doing in that get-up? You look like one of those Mexican bandits from those old cowboy movies.”
Nabiki answered, “Just celebrating the Fifth of May. It is a Mexican holiday. Cino de Mayo, I believe they call it.”
Ranma answered, “Nabiki, two points. First, today is not Fifth of May. That was months ago. Second, so what of it was--we’re Japanese, not Mexican. You going to celebrate the Fourth of July tomorrow?”
Nabiki answered, “Its just a promotional idea I had for the Dojo. Want to help me hand out flyers?”
Ranma said, “Flyers, huh? Let me see one.” She handed him a flyer. It advertised a great party at the Tendo Dojo with a Mexican theme to celebrate Cino de Mayo. There would be drinks, Mexican food, and piņatas.”
Ranma commented, “It looks like you’re really going all out for this. What’s a piņata?”
She answered, “You know--those things filled with candy and treats in Mexico. They are hung up high, and blindfolded people take turns swinging at them with sticks in order to break them open and spill the goods. Here, I’ll show you.” She pulled out from underneath her poncho a stylized piece of candy. It looked like a cross between a donkey and a wicker basket. It had an eyehole on top of it. A thread was tied to the eyehole.
Ranma said, “Yeah, I remember now.” He tried to grab the candy, but Nabiki yanked it from him at the last moment. He exclaimed, “Hey, cut that out!”
Nabiki said, “It’s a piņata, silly. It is not supposed to be easy. That’s the game.”
He said, “I see you are goin to charge for this?” He grabbed for the candy again. Again, she jerked it out of the way. This time he caught it easily. He popped it in his mouth. He exclaimed, “Hey this is good. Ya got any more of those?”
She answered, “Just one, and I am saving it for Kasumi.”
He said, “Well, if those are what those piņatas are stuffed with, maybe I’ll come. But you’re going to lose your shirt. I’ll break them the first shot I get.” Then he broke out in boastful laughter.
Nabiki thought, “We’ll see who loses whose shirt when the day is done.” But she said, “It is just a test run anyhow. If it works out, maybe it will become a regular event at the dojo.”
Ranma asked, “You sure? It doesn’t seem right using a dojo like this. Dojos are for training.”
Nabiki answered, “You know we rent the hall out all the time. You’ll be there? It just wouldn’t be the same without you.”
Ranma asked, “You really gonna have those piņatas? Can I see ’em?”
Nabiki answered, “Nope. They’re not ready yet.”
Ranma asked, “You’re cutting it kinda close, aren’t ya?”
She answered, “I am confident they’ll be there. I know for a fact that one is being prepared as we speak. Soon the preparations on the other one will start. They’ll be ready in time for the party--you’ll see.”
He exclaimed, “Don’t worry! I’ll be there. I’m gonna be the one who busts the piņatas open, remember? Give me some of those flyers. I’ll even help hand them out!”
She answered, “That’s all right! Just make sure you are there an hour before we open the doors. I’ll let you in for half price!”
He answered, “Aren’t you generous. But I bet the Dojo won’t see any of this business. But don’t worry. I’ll be there.”
She watched him walk off confidently. She muttered, once he was out of earshot, “Ranma, don’t worry about the Dojo. After today, I’ll practically own the Dojo.”
Then she spotted a student from Furinkan High. She walked over to him and exclaimed, “Come to our Cino de Mayo celebration. We’ll have piņatas!”
He answered, “You mean those things little kids swing sticks at? I don’t think so.”
She answered, “Not this one. One of the piņatas is going to be Ranma Saotome.”
He exclaimed, “I get to take a swing at Ranma? Count me in! What are the other piņatas going to look like?”
She answered, “The other one is going to be Kasumi.”
He asked, “Your sister? She is so nice and sweet. Who would want to take a swing at her?”
Nabiki answered, “She’s too nice. Didn’t you ever want to take a punch at people like that? Now here’s your chance.”
He answered, “I don’t know. I’ll certainly want to take a punch Ranma, though.”
He asked, “Are Ranma and Kasumi okay with this?”
She answered, “I haven’t heard a peep of complaint from either one of them.”
He walked off, still studying the flyer. She had been hearing a lot of that today.
She called after him, “Tell your friends!”
She had been planning to lead with Kasumi, leaving the big event for last, but if no one wanted to take a whack at her, it might put a damper on the festivities. Perhaps it would be better to lead with Ranma to get the crowd’s adrenaline flowing.
She continued to hand out flyers and encourage people to take a whack at Ranma for the next few hours. But she knew eventually it was time to return and start preparing for the night’s festivities.
She was heartened to see Kasumi had been doing her utmost to give the dojo a Mexican flavor. That was one thing she was going to miss about Kasumi. Nabiki walked up to her sister and offered her the candy.
Kasumi shook her head. She said, “No, thanks.”
Nabiki looked hurt. She said, “But I worked so long and hard to make this candy just for you. I was really hoping to try it and let me know what you think. After all, I might be serving it for my husband someday. I would like to know if I did it right.”
Kasumi exclaimed, “Well, if you are practicing your bridal skills, I certainly will try one. She popped it in her mouth. A look of surprise formed on her face. She exclaimed, “This is really good! You must get me the recipe. I must say, I am glad you really improving on your bridal skills.”
Nabiki smirked and answered, “You just have to have the right motivation.”
She helped with the preparations until Ranma walked in the door of the Dojo. He boastfully asked, “Where are these pina things I’m goin bust up?”
Nabiki said, “Why don’t the two of you come into my bedroom. I think it is time for their final preparation.”
Ranma complained, “Aw, I’m not so good at this arts and crafts stuff.”
Kasumi said, “I would love to help you with your project. It’ll be fun!”
Nabiki said, “Walk this way.” The pair of them followed her, Ranma still complaining. Soon she was ushering them into her room. Nabiki closed the door behind her.
Ranma asked, in a demanding tone, “Where’s these piņatas?”
Nabiki answered, “They are in here.” She started to cast the final incantation.
Ranma demanded, “Where? All I see are a couple of stupid mannequins wearing swimsuits.”
Kasumi volunteered helpfully, “Maybe the mannequins are the piņatas.”
Suddenly Ranma doubled over in pain. He cried, “Oh man, I feel like I ate some of Akane’s cookin.”
Kasumi exclaimed, “Oh, dear--I do not feel so very well either.”
Ranma exclaimed, “Isn’t that the swimsuit Shampoo became when she lost the duel with Akane? How come you got it?”
As he slipped to his knees holding his stomach, he noticed the details of the other swimsuit. He cried out, “It looks... like... Akane! If the other... one is Shampoo...” He paused as the enormity of what he was contemplating hit him. He turned and lunged for Nabiki, shouting, “NABIKI, YOU...” He found he could not finish the words. His efforts were only greeted by a splash of cold water as Nabiki easily dodged his sluggish form. Nabiki answered, “Yes, Ranma, I am a witch, and you are a piņata. You know Ranma; I am surprised that nobody else has figured out the trick to beating you by now. In the past, you might have been beaten temporarily. But you always figured out how beat your opponent, come back, and win. The trick to beating you is not to give you a second chance. Have fun being a piņata. I know I’ll have fun.”
Nabiki sat down to watch the pair’s final transformation. As Ranma changed into a girl, his transformation proceeded faster. Nabiki was relieved. Ranma was fighting her transformation with all her might, while attempting to still get at Nabiki, but her moves were slow and sluggish as she struggled to inch her way along the floor. The first parts of her body to stiffen to a point she could not use them were her lower legs. Soon she was dragging them on the floor. Still she persisted in attempting to reach Nabiki. She was resting on her belly. She would rest one hand as she attempted to pull herself forward with her other hand. That was her final position when she stiffened up so she could no longer move. There was a look of wide-eyed surprise on her face as if this was the last fate she would have expected, or that it would be Nabiki who would at last best her.
Kasumi had slipped to her hands and knees. She looked up at Nabiki with happy, expectant eyes, saying, “Nabiki, we appear to be becoming paralyzed. Might you be to render us assistance? If you can’t do that, could you perhaps call for somebody who could assist us?” With that she waited for Nabiki to do something about what was happening. By the time she began to suspect that Nabiki was going to do nothing, that bright-eyed happy expression was permanently frozen on her face.
Nabiki continued to watch as her two victims continued to change. Their clothing began to disintegrate, revealing nude forms beneath them. Ranma’s body began to rise off the floor as her flattened breasts began to take on their round, non-flattened shape. The orbs began to grow and take on round, half-globe shapes as the doll Ranma had become now rested on her knees and the tips of her nipples.
Kasumi’s nipple jutted forward as her breasts grew to an even greater size. Her fingers molded together. Her fingers began to meld together as her hands began to resemble mittens. Her toes did also. Soon she was resting to the two of those extremities.
Ranma’s toes too lost their detail, as her feet became crude facsimiles of their prior selves. For some reason, the tips of Ranma’s fingers did not morph, giving her hands the look being very long with a set of tiny digits at the end of them.
On both dolls, the only thing that did not change was their hair. Ranma’s hair remained red, her tightly woven ponytail jutting away from the back of her head. Kasumi’s ponytail, still with a ribbon tied around it, fell onto her right breast, the end resting right next to her nipple.
The outer surface of the two dolls took on the look and texture of woven straw. Inside, the dolls began to hollow out. Their eyes and lips took on a painted-on look. Within a few minutes, all that was left of Ranma and Kasumi were a pair of hollow vessels resembling a pair of very beautiful girls.
Nabiki walked over and picked up Kasumi. The new piņata was heaver than it looked. Nabiki shook the piņata and was rewarded by the rustling sound of hundreds of candies shifting position. She checked out Ranma and was rewarded with the same sound. Both her piņatas were ready for their debut. All that was left was to carry them down to the dojo and place them on display.
Soon word spread that the piņatas to be broken at the Tendo Dojo were nude, full-figured representations of Kasumi and female Ranma. Crowds of people started to show up to gawk, listen to the Mexican music, and buy a Japanese-Mexican hybrid of food designed to appeal to the Japanese palate. A party atmosphere developed as people mingled and started exchanging crude jokes at Ranma and Kasumi’s expense.
Kuno demanded the right to buy the straw doll that so resembled his beloved pig-tailed girl. Nabiki was glad to take the money but informed Kuno that he would only be able to pick up his prize at the end of tonight’s festivities. She then began to ply him with drinks to get him to loosen up.
As the evening went on, the crowd was getting restless. Nabiki decided she had better not wait any longer. It was time for the big event. The crowd seemed really taken with Kasumi’s newly enlarged and forward-jutting bosom and the glowing, expectant expression painted on her face. Nabiki decided to go with her original plan and lead with her. Kasumi was hauled up. On a pair of ropes, she dangled above the rowdy, hooting audience. A line of people willing to pay to take a swing had formed. Soon, the first one in line was blindfolded and given a boku to swing with. He was led forward; cheered on by the drunken crowd to where Kasumi was hanging. He swung. Nabiki pulled on a cable, and Kasumi swung out of the way of the wooden sword. Among the laughter and hoots of the crowd, Kasumi continued to dangle, waiting for next swing to be taken at her. She missed also. Kasumi realized she enjoyed being swung around like this. She enjoyed being displayed above of a drunken mob like this. She even enjoyed the occasional blow somebody was able to land on her form. After all, she was no longer the same girl she had been before, and everybody seemed to take so much pleasure from her now. Gradually, a new sensation began to grow inside her, a sensation only hinted at before when she had played with herself, ashamed and alone. She was no longer ashamed and alone anymore. She began to orgasm as her body came apart, spilling its contents onto the cheering crowd. Her body was even more crushed as it fell to the floor and was trampled on by people rushing forward to get the candies that had rained on the crowd. Now a confirmed masochist, she loved every foot as it pressed on her scattered remnants.
Soon she was largely forgotten as Ranma was prepared. Ropes were tied to Ranma’s wrists and ankles, and she was hauled above the crowd. Nabiki had to admit that Ranma made an alluring, erotic sight with her hips pulled back in Ranma’s final struggle. 
Now her protruding mons were on display as they never had been before. Limbs did not obscure her dangling breasts. As people started to take swings at Ranma’s dangling form, others shouted directions so that people might hit those organs. Ranma found herself wanting to bark out the same directions. Always having been a something of a masochist, Ranma could only imagine what it would feel like to have her breasts whacked by those sticks. She cursed Nabiki’s jerking her around; she was a piņata--piņatas were suppose be hit and broken up.
At last Ranma got her wish. She felt herself breaking up in orgasmic joy. In the end, she had to admit that Nabiki had great technique, bringing her along slowly, flirting with her body until she was ripped to pieces.
The pieces of Ranma were swept up and placed in a bag and given to a drunk Kuno. The next day, Kuno awoke up with a bad headache, lying in a pile of straw. At first he called Sasuke and demanded how to know how this straw got in his bed.
A nervous Sasuke answered, “You put it there, Master. You claimed it was the Pigtailed Girl.”
Then Kuno remembered that remarkably sexy effigy of the Pigtailed Girl he had bought from Nabiki last night. Could his manly exuberance in a drunken night of passion have reduced that work of art to this pile of rubbish? A search of the hay was enough to confirm his fears. He found a nipple, a pair of cunt lips, and at last her surprised, painted face. He cried, “Why do I have to be so powerful, so manly? What should I do now?”
Sasuke suggested, “We could start a fire with it.”
Kuno answered, “True, it is not as if this is really the Pigtailed Girl. But first, let me save some of the more choice items to sleep wit... as keepsakes.”
Later, he enjoyed a roaring fire as he stared into the eyes of his beloved Pigtailed Girl and stroked the straw mons of the girl he was infatuated with longingly. With his free hand, he attempted to compose a poem to her.
Meanwhile, the two piņatas Nabiki created began to magically recreate themselves. Only then did their souls return to their mistress’ presence and settle in the vessels she had created to be their temporary bodies. They might rest here for at most a day before a new vessel was created for them in an unending cycle.
Ranma realized that she no longer gazed in the eyes of a love-struck Kuno, nor did she feel his fingers rubbing against her cunt. She suddenly yearned longingly for his touch and then remembered that he was just a pompous, love-struck fool who struggled to write overwrought poetry to her. Now denied her, she wished longingly for the ability to cry.
Nabiki rested her feet on the shoulders of her newly recreated Ranma piņata doll while she stroked Kasumi’s breast. She wore a newly merged swimsuit that consisted of both Thrall Akane and Thrall Shampoo. The arrangement was only temporary. They would split into their separate entities when she removed the suit. Akane’s face had been grafted onto the right breast cup. Akane’s lips sucked and kissed her mistress’s nipple. Shampoo’s face was stretched between Nabiki’s hips and Nabiki could feel the gentle pressure of her thrall’s lips against her honey pot.
She was talking on the phone, “Yes, Kuno, baby, I do have another Pigtailed Girl piņata. It will be ready for this evening’s festivities. You’ll be there. Good! You composed a love poem? Really?”
Ranma hated her mistress. She hated her for what she had done to Akane. She hated her for making her into what she had become. She hated her for stealing that love poem. But she hated her most for making her fall in love with that pompous, conceited oaf, Kuno.
As Nabiki idly talked to Kuno, she reached down, grabbed Kasumi’s breast, twisted it, and broke it off. Candies flowed out of the hole. She held the improvised cup the breast had become under the hole until it filled up with the red sweets. They sure looked good. Too bad they were subtly addictive. She was hungry too. Now that there was no Kasumi to run the household, she have to make alternative plans. Until she was able to parley Kuno’s fondness for Ranma into a wedding date, she would have to find alternative sources for nourishment. She would have to visit Ukyo. Yes, Ukyo would do nicely. She understood Kuno’s meddlesome sister was a champion French cook. Nabiki would have to try her out too. She was sure they would both put their all into their cooking for her.