“I’m sorry about my sister.” Akane managed a smile as she looked up at the other girl, though the size difference was still unnerving. “She wasn’t expecting um…whatever you are?”
“Werecheetah. At least that’s what the guide said.” Ranma glanced around the dojo as they entered. “Still not sure what I’m here for, pop was really defensive about it when I asked him.” The cheetah girl stretched with a groan, arching her back before giving herself a shake and sighing. “Bad enough I’ve been tired lately and then pops says we have ta head out to his old training buddies place.” She let out an angry growl “The last old friend he drug me off to see wasn’t exactly a nice guy.”
There were plenty more questions that could have been asked starting from that sentence alone, though many got shorted out when Akane’s eyes were drawn to the stretching catgirl. ‘You’re not interested in girls like that!’ Even though she shouted it inside her own head she couldn’t stop the blush that formed ‘Mine are small compared to hers!’ Akane’s mind attempted a reboot and latched onto one part of the cheetah girls statement. “Your dad didn’t tell you why you were heading here?”
“Nah, kept yammering on about the future of the schools but I figured that he thought maybe we could hole up here for a while.” Seeing the look on the other girls face Ranma let out a muttered curse before turning to face the girl directly. “What’s he got planned?”
“Um…well daddy talked about uniting the schools and how we were going to get a fiancé, I’m really glad you’re a girl instead of a boy.” ‘A super sexy girl with huge…' With a mental struggle Akane caught the thought and butchered it before it could go any farther all the while confused by the feelings that were flooding through her. Certainly she had once played around with Sayuri when they were younger but that had been all make believe ‘hadn’t it?’
“Fiancé?” Ranma wasn’t above admitting she had a few mood swings lately, okay more than a few, and even Genma had learned to avoid female Ranma when there were direct signs of her more whiplash temperament. But this single word drove more rage into her system than she had felt at any time since Jusenkyo. Oh, certainly she’d been angry when in Hokkaido with that bastard Kenji, and just as angry when being hunted by the Musk, but her fear in those situations had outpowered her anger. Right now, there wasn’t anything to be afraid of close at hand and a panda well within pounding range for her to vent on. “Excuse me for a second.”
Akane blinked staring in surprise as the cheetah girl spun and stalked out of the dojo and then found herself blushing again when she realized that she was watching the other girl’s ass. “What’s wrong with me.”
Slamming the door to the house open ranma stalked through the building till she saw her father, back in human form now sitting at the table with Soun. The taller man was nodding in understanding while mumbling something in commiseration with Genma about ‘perils of martial arts’ and other bullshit that Ranma could already tell was going to give her a headache.
“Indeed Tendo, it…” Genma’s words cut off with his airflow as furred fingers clamped closed on his throat lifting him from the floor.
“Fiance pops.” Any response Genma could have given was at the moment cut off with his airflow. With a snarl of rage the younger martial artist flung her father out into the yard and stalked after him even as Genma flipped to his feet.
“This is a matter of honor boy!” Genma tried to show at least some force as head of the family, though it was blunted heavily by the fact he had to look up in an attempt to make eye contact. “This was an agreement made before you were even born.”
“Did you even mention the crap we’ve had to go through to even get here, or the nutjobs who might be following us!” Ranma spun to glare at the Tendo patriarch “Surely you ain’t insane enough to think it’s safe for us to stay here with you and your daughters with the idiots that could be following us?”
“I understand there are dangers…”
“Dangers? That bastard Kenji might only be after me but if the Musk are still coming, they’ll grab your daughters as quickly as they will me.” She sent a glare towards Genma as he attempted to speak. “Do you know what they’d do with them?” Seeing the man hesitate she continued “They’d fuck em. They’d take em the same way they’d take me but there’d be only one big difference. Me they want for my genetics.” That was the word Cologne had used when talking about what the male dominated tribe wanted. “But your daughters have nothing important for them, they’d take them back and chain them up in the barracks to be used by the soldiers.” Ranma was at least relieved to see that growing horror on the mans face as he realized all that Ranma was implying. “The Musk refer to those kinds of girls as a barracks bitch, a girl they will fuck over and over again until the soldiers tire of her. After that they’ll throw her out into the wilderness to die and replace her with a different girl.”
“We don’t even know if the Musk are still following us Tendo.” Genma was trying to save the situation now. “The Amazons we ran into said they’d try and stop them and even if they didn’t it would be weeks before they’d end up here. More than enough time for the boy to marry one of your girls and go on a honeymoon…far, far away from any danger.”
Ranma blinked staring in surprise as a speculative look crossed Soun’s face “Y-you can’t be serious! This has to be one of the stupidest things my old man has come up with, I am not marrying one of your daughters!” Seeing the man frown Ranma couldn’t believe she was actually losing control of the entire situation. ‘What lunatic wants to marry their daughter off with this kind of problem involved!
“You are right Genma, we could have a nice ceremony and…”
“Dad!” Akane’s voice came from the hall as all three girls stalked into view “She’s a girl!”
“I’m a GUY dammit!” Ranma’s outburst cut everyone else off. “It’s a stupid curse!” stalking past the Tendo family’s insane old man Ranma grabbed some still hot tea that was sitting on the table and dumped it over her head. “See, male!” Several loud thuds from behind him had the cursed boy spinning around to see both Akane and Nabiki now unconscious on the floor while Kasumi simply stared for a second and let out a weak. “Oh my.”
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(several hours later)
“How? How can the hot water heater break, the stove stop working and you manage to damage the Furo!” A currently female Ranma towered over a somewhat cowering Genma.
“Don’t blame me boy, I had nothing to do with it.” He was just glad he hadn’t gotten splashed after everything seemed to break.
“I can’t believe we’re staying here for right now.” Grumbling in discontent Ranma dropped her shirt to the floor and tugged lightly on the tank top she wore underneath it. It wasn’t the most comfortable set of clothing but she didn’t have the money for actually fitted clothes. Kicking off her pants she sighed as she settled to the futon. “As if I wasn’t achy enough already from sleeping on the ground.”
“That all isn’t from just sleeping on the ground boy.” Genma sat down. “You know you’re going to have to explain the entire curse to them.”
“Shut up pops.” Laying down Ranma found herself falling asleep quickly.
After both martial artists fell into slumber a small blue light floated through the window and zipped around the room before stopping over the head of the sleeping werecheetah, then it dove in.
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Blinking blearily Ranma found herself staring at a wall that didn’t look like one she’d seen before. Shifting slightly, she heard the sound of clinking metal and shook her head in confusion hearing the sound of bells jingle. Both her ears felt…heavier, a twitch from her right ear set off the small chiming of a bell. Her mind was still hazy as she tried to move her arms and found them secured behind her somehow. As her mind finished shaking itself free from the cobwebs that filled it, she noted something else as well and let out a muffled cry as she managed to get to her feet only to find them secured as well by a metal bar connecting two shackles binding her ankles. Flames in a fireplace nearby and a full-length mirror allowed her to see herself, naked except for the chains and shackles that bound her, along with the gag. Another angry, and muffled, cry was cut off as arms slipped around her from behind pulling her back against a heavily muscled chest. Her eyes widened as a pair of hands slipped up and cupped her breasts.
“So beautiful, my bride.” The gleeful insanity in that tone caused Ranma to shudder. “I am terribly sorry my wife that I am not truly there but I must prepare what is necessary to…retrieve you…from that fool Saotome. But don’t worry, that doesn’t mean we can’t have some contact like this.” The happiness in that statement had Ranma shuddering in revulsion.
Said shuddering turned into a jerk as one of the man’s hands began to work at one her breasts, gently caressing her sensitive flesh as the other slipped to her nether regions. That second hand went to work as well sending a shiver of pleasure through the cheetah girls frame and pulling an unwilling muffled moan from the girl. “My, my, you are easy to arouse aren’t you my beautiful wife. Just think of the pleasures you will bring me when you are mine.”
Ranma was desperately trying to find some way to break free of the chains, and failing spectacularly, much as she had during the wedding. At the same time, she was cursing her body for feeling pleasure at the hands of an enemy. But it wouldn’t stop, the more the mans hands worked the greater that pleasure got, bringing more moans from her as her body began to respond in ways that were starting to confuse her. It culminated in Kenji’s fingers suddenly thrusting into her and her own body responding with a small bucking of her hips towards that pressure.
“So sad, this spell won’t last long my love, but it will give you a taste of what I shall show you when I have saved you.” Kenji’s voice whispered to her and she could feel his breath brush against fur before his lips brushed the edge of her ear. “So beautiful, my wife.” His fingers continued their work and Ranma couldn’t stop the shudders of pleasure that rushed through her as he moved her body into the position he wanted. “I’ll find you…” Her resistance was proving futile as any attempt to get free had failed and she could feel the tip of his cock brushing against her in a way, and place, that her male mind was having difficulty processing. Competing parts of her mind were screaming at that point, the largest was screaming a very impressive “NO!” while another, much smaller part, that had been overwhelmed by the strange pleasure her body was currently feeling was screaming “YES!” at the top of its lungs. “I can’t wait for you to feel this outside of a dream.” And he thrust.
Ranma jerked awake with a cry of pleasure, sitting gasping on her futon while one arm jerked up to cover her breasts and a hand slipped down between her legs. Panting quietly, she looked around in confusion for a moment before noting that Genma was still asleep and she was not hearing any shouting from anyone else. Standing shakily, she stumbled down the hallway towards toilet trying to deny the fact that her body tingled with remembered pleasure and that those hands had felt so, so good.
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