One day, in a Nerima side alley, a woman appeared in a pillar of flames.
As the flash of blue flames dissipated, all that was left in its place was a strange-looking woman. Her skin was a bright blue, and her hair a bright red. Her eyes had black sclera and glowing red pupils, and a pair of black curved horns sprouted from her head.
Her attire was similarly strange - almost a pornographic parody of a military uniform, with a short black jacket stretched across perky, head-sized breasts, only covering about as much as a bra and leaving her muscular forearms and midriff completely exposed.
She wasn’t exactly any more modest below the waist - A short black skirt did nothing to cover her thick thighs or bubbly butt, as fishnet stockings fed right into tall, high-heeled combat boots. Leathery wings sprouted from her back, and a pointed tail waved underneath her skirt.
The pseudo-military succubus would be a strange sight anywhere in the world, even in Nerima, where strange sights abounded. But the most curious thing about her was her hairstyle - the same red pigtail that most of the town’s male population could recognize on sight as the hair of Ranma Saotome (at least in her female form).
“Lieutenant Saotome, arrived in universe 5619U4,” the woman spoke into her earpiece. With her sultry voice, even such a simple string of letters and numbers could sound like an invitation to sex. “Beginning procurement.”
And with that, Lieutenant Saotome headed out into the Nerima streets.
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Meanwhile, the Ranma Saotome of Universe 5619U4 was on his way back home from yet another destructive scuffle with Mousse. He'd won, of course, but dealing with the nearsighted nincompoop was still annoying, and now he just wanted to take a nice hot bath and get some rest.
As he walked down the street, seemingly oblivious to anything around him, he sensed a presence - and then, less than a moment later, leapt away as someone crashed into the spot he was just standing.
“Reaction time and movement speed both average,” the mystery woman said. “Should be a simple procurement.”
As Ranma landed on a nearby lamppost, he got a better look at the strange figure, wings and all. She turned towards him and struck a fighting stance.
“Hey, who the hell are you supposed to be?”
“Isn't it obvious?” She asked, black lips curling into a smile. “I'm Ranma Saotome.”
“Pull the other one. I'm Ranma Saotome - and there's only one me!”
At this, the woman broke her fighting stance as she howled with laughter. “Oh, I always forget how stupid we are. I can't believe I used to be like you. But now I'm so much better! Now just play nice, and let me help you…”
“Yeah, not happening, crazy lady. Your idea of ‘help’ probably involves a bucket of blue paint and colored contacts. Besides, if you're really claiming to be me, you should know that's not gonna work.”
“Oh, I knew you wouldn't go for it. I just wanted an excuse to beat you up before I take you back to the Commander.”
As the Lieutenant resumed her fighting stance, she leapt towards Ranma, the pavement cracking underneath her with the force of her jump.
Though the ‘normal’ Ranma managed to dodge by dropping off of the lamppost, it was only by a hair - quite literally, as a few strands of his ponytail were sheared off by the Lieutenant’s razor-sharp nails.
As he dropped, he grabbed onto the lamppost and flipped upwards, attempting to kick the Lieutenant from behind, but the Lieutenant’s tail wrapped around his legs in a flash, stopping him in his tracks.
“What the-”
In a simple flick, the Lieutenant sent Ranma crashing to the ground and ruining the pavement even more.
As Ranma got up, his head ringing, the Lieutenant floated down, wings lazily flapping. “You won't be able to win, you know. Supernatural physiology aside, I've had access to the best training and strength enhancements the multiverse has to offer - not to mention I'm far more beautiful.”
“If you're so strong,” Ranma said, wiping some blood off his cheek, “why not just knock me out from the start? What, did you let me dodge?”
“Exactly,” the Lieutenant said, grabbing Ranma’s face faster than he could blink. “I'm not just trying to kidnap you. I'm trying to make you realize there's no escape. I'm faster. Stronger. Sexier,” she said, punctuating each word with another blow into the concrete. “And I am but one of the Commander's infinite legions. Your entire town, your entire universe, is nothing but a seedbed for me to pluck flowers from. You, Akane, Shampoo - you shall all make a beautiful bouquet for the Commander.”
“So that’s all this is about? Pleasing this ‘Commander’ person?”
“There is no greater purpose than the Commander’s joy. You will learn this, in time. For now…”
As Ranma struggled against the Lieutenant’s grasp, a pillar of blue flames surrounded them -
- and then they were gone.
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A moment later, halfway across the multiverse, the pair reappeared, as the Lieutenant shifted her grasp so Ranma could see again.
The room he was in had a tall, curved ceiling, lit only by blue-flamed braziers that cast shadows against the ornate black walls.
“Depending on the Commander’s wishes, you’ll most likely end up as either a foot soldier or a fucktoy,” the Lieutenant said, ignoring Ranma’s struggling kicks and strikes.
‘You look like you’re trying to be both,’ Ranma would have said if his mouth wasn’t being muffled by the Lieutenant’s firm hand.
“Others are typically more well-suited for other roles - Kasumis become maids, Nabikis become secretaries - but all have the potential to be great fucktoys. Now, come - and look upon the face of your new god.”
Still holding Ranma aloft as though the martial artist weighed nothing at all, the succubus brought him down a long hallway.
As he looked around for any way to escape, Ranma saw scores of familiar blue-skinned women about the place. More pornographic parodies of himself - or herself, to be more accurate, along with maid-dressed Kasumis, business-suited Nabikis; practically every woman he knew (and several men) was represented in the population of wherever this was.
As he was carried along, more and more of the women were laid out on the floor, faces twisted in bliss as fluids leaked from their openings.
“The Commander’s lusts are nigh-infinite,” the Lieutenant explained. “Even those not designated as fucktoys must always be eager and able to help sate them.”
Eventually, the Lieutenant came to a stop, the edges of the room they were in covered with women piled on top of each other, all facing the same point with looks of lustful adoration.
“Greetings, Commander,” the Lieutenant said. “I bring you the Ranma Saotome of Universe 5619U4.”
“Excellent,” said a familiar voice. “Show me their face.”
“At once, Commander.” In one, smooth motion, the Lieutenant flipped Ranma around, and he saw the face of the Commander.
It was…
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