Half Madness: Cthul Who? [Episode 108989]

Genma resembled a purple budda with the head of a squid.   Ranma resembled a beautiful girl up top, but with goatlike hooves and her hair was an array of sea-weed-like tentacles.

The jusenkyo guide went quite mad at the sight of them.

From his gibbering they gathered that Genma became an illithid, a spawn of Cthulhu, while Ranma became a glystig, one of the many spawn of Shub-Niggurath, and they were cursed to walk the Earth in those unspeakable forms for all eternity, or until boiled in oil – which the guide offered to do in a convenient large iron pot slow boiling over a hot fire.   He also pulled out a meat cleaver, diced vegetables, and salt shaker.

This was the point where the cursed Saotome declaired him mad, and jumped him intent on wrapping him up in a makeshift straight jacket.   Ranma dove for a low tackle, pulled the guide's pants down to his ankles, wrapped her hair tentacles around his waist and proceeded to … freeze in horror as she realised what she was about to do.   Genma meanwhile found himself sucking away with mouth-tentacles wrapped around the guide's head.

This was immediately followed by both spitting respective parts of the Guide out, and rinsing their mouths with whatever liquid came to hand.   Somewhere along the line, their quaffing spilled enough hot water to return them to normal.

With the mad guide safely tied up, the pair ransaked his hut and located a book written in anchient Assyrian.   Fortunately they were quite adept at interpreting the arcaic languages of old martial arts scrolls.   The notes and doodles in the margins also helped.

Their acursed forms had instincts.   Genma's instinct was to drive people mad, enslave their wills, and eat their brains.   Ranma's was to mate and raise her unholy spawn as a legion of darkness with which to conquor the world.   The book was quite emphatic that any soul cursed by these pools must be stopped at all costs.   There was a whole cult dedicated to tracking such as them to the ends of the world, so that they might be slain, butchered, and served up with a nice salad.

They hightailed it out of the area as quick as could be.   They declared themselves lucky to have escaped the ordeal unscathed and with their sanity intact.   Then it rained.

It rained just outside of a village filled with women.   Ranma counted herself fortunate that their were no males about, and instinctively threw a glamour around herself to appear normal.   As normal, that is, as a supermodel, for the power part of her arsenal of seduction.