Drea was skipping a little as she went down the hallway. She needed something to eat and stretch her legs after such a wonderful early morning romp. And in her real body at that.
“Drea,” came a deep voice. She stopped and looked at her brother.
“Loch,” Drea said.
“Who is watching the eggs?” Loch asked. Drea scowled at him.
“Rika has become better at using her fire and is keeping them sufficiently warm,” Drea said. “What do you want?”
“The sandman we captured last night,” Loch said as he held up a can. “I was going to try fixing him and wanted to know if you would assist.” Drea looked at the can.
“I think after what your son and daughter showed for ability, they need the experience in helping people,” Drea replied. Loch nodded.
“All right. You make a good point. I will set off to see them then,” Loch said. Drea smiled and continued on to the kitchen.
“Did you see how big he is last night?” came a voice to Drea’s ears.
“Yeah. Ken is bigger than the other guy. Oh, it would be wonderful to take that piece of meat,” said another voice.
“And living here is far better than what the Yakuza gave us,” said a third.
“But what about the other women here? Siren? The Kitsune woman? And the Dragon?” asked a fourth. “I don’t think we could fight them.”
“We won’t, if we can get Ken to banish them,” said the third.
Drea let out a low growl.
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“Let them in,” came Pinku’s voice. Lt. Yagami watched as Pinku came out. “My name is Akane Tendo of the Amazons. You may call me Pinku.” Neko-poo stood behind her. “Call her Neko-poo.”
“I see,” Yagami said softly.
“Damn, she’s huge,” Sakura muttered.
“Hmm. Muscles don’t mean everything,” Lina noted. Ukyo moved aside as the three ladies walked in.
“Please sit,” Pinku said “Please make some more tea for the others. Then wake up Aoi-chan and the Ranmas.” Neko-poo nodded and went to work.
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Nabiki stretched and popped her back as she woke up. She took in Tofu’s lingering scent. But when she looked around, he was no where to be found. There was a note, however.
My sweet Nabiki. I am sorry to leave so early. I had to get to the clinic and I couldn’t bring myself to waking you. I will see you after you get out of school. Love . . . Tofu
Nabiki nodded. Nothing strange about this. He was a dedicated doctor. Now, the problem became finding her damn homework. Where did she put it.
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Tofu was sweating as he ran to the doors of his clinic. He wanted to kiss Nabiki goodbye, but couldn’t. He found something about her off. It wasn’t that he thought her ugly or unnatural but there was something about her he found . . . Wrong. Could it be him? Maybe he was coming down with something. He didn’t feel any warmer.
“I will have Akira take my blood to be sure,” Tofu muttered as the image of the beautiful doctor came to mind. She was certainly alluring. It was obvious why she had a boyfriend.
The ringing of the front bell made Tofu look behind him. Obaa-san smiled as she walked in. The old woman didn’t look a day over 40, but was rubbing her back.
“I pulled something while gardening just a few minutes ago,” the sexegenarian explained. Tofu opened the way to Exam room 1 and she went in.
“Lay on the table. I’ll rub the pain away,” Tofu said with a smile.
“Oh, no pills?” she asked.
“I read something just yesterday,” Tofu explained, though he knew he hadn’t. He hadn’t received his copy of Medical Monthly yet. Nor any other magazine. He was far too busy this past weekend to even pick up a casual book. But where did these images come from?
He walked up to her and found his hands rubbing back. The older woman moaned with pleasure she hadn’t known for several years. All her pain was vanishing. Each touch, each push, each stroke made her feel more and more amazing. When he pushed one final time, the old woman screamed and orgasmed.
Panting heavily, she looked back at Tofu. “Doctor, do keep reading that book,” she said with a smile. Tofu’s glasses were covered by steam. He nodded. “If you weren’t with Nabiki I would take you now.”
“Um . . . That would violate our doctor-patient relationship,” Tofu muttered.
“Then I would just find a new one,” the woman said before leaving. “Tonight, I’ll go tango!” Tofu heard her yell as she left. Tofu sat on the table and looked at his hands.
“What is going on?” Tofu asked.
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“What . . What happened?” Hiroshi asked as he looked at his translucent reflection in the window pain. He knew he was never a handsome guy, not like Tatewaki and Ranma-kun. He and Daisuke always said they were blessed by the gods to have Yuka and Sayuri give them the time of day.
“I don’t know,” Sayuri said. “But we will find out.”
“Can you imagine what it would be like if everyone in school turned into one of us?” Hiroshi asked.
“It would be something very different,” Sayuri said.
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Yuka and Daisuke entered the front office and found the number. “Umm, do you remember the number to the Ishida Hotel?” Daisuke asked.
“Off the top of my head? No,” Yuka said. She smiled as he bent over to pick up the phone book. There was a drive in her right now. A drive to have him again. Even if they were stuck in that form, the thought wasn’t a problem. Maybe, if things go well, they could try it in mid-air.
“Found it,” Daisuke said as he dialed it up. He just hoped Zak or Mika would be in their room.
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