Had Kasumi worried about the possibility that it had been more than a dream then Ranma's current behavior would have dispelled those anxieties.
In fact, everyone was enduring the effects of three nights under Ranma's influence. Soun had enjoyed a third night dreaming of the passionate woman his wife had been just after their marriage, before familiarity and comfort had turned passion into an abiding contentment; followed by an intense "daydream" after waking which soiled some tissues and reassured Soun that he wasn't all that old.
Akane was trying to resolve her school life with her transition from a child into a woman; she didn't fit well in either category at the moment. Her emotions were circling all over the place, from pride in her desirability through desire and fear of what some male might do with her to disgust and fear of the perverts. She felt anger over how they treated her, as well as anger at herself for allowing the jerks to frighten her.
Had Ranma never arrived, she would have endured the status quo of the hentai horde, until she grew up and decided to change things. Instead, with her libido forced higher, she's forced into dealing with things she'd rather have ignored for now.
Nabiki was temporarily satiated from three nights of intense masturbation coupled with extreme wet dreams, and a short session this morning during her hot shower to take the edge off of the dawning day of school room boredom.
Perhaps it was time for her to visit that store where she had bought that vibrating dildo. She had had to dare herself, and psyche herself up for weeks to walk into it the first time. But it had become a treasured possession. Surely now she could walk into the store without the nervousness she had had, and pick out something new. After all, she was a worldly woman without the time for a boyfriend. Surely she should have a selection of toys to give her the pleasures she deserved.
Genma was really worried. Familiarity had bled much of the disgust from his dreams of being sodomized and used as a sex toy. He had always been disgusted at the dreams, and especially disgusted with himself when he experienced physical pleasure from his debased treatment. What if someday he only felt pleasure from being used like that? What if it went farther and he actually started to look forward to it?
Genma's beliefs that women were put on the earth just to please men, and his changing into a female panda, coupled with Ranma's aura and the negative feelings all the women he'd recently came in contact with, had led Genma's subconscious to create an army of dream people who took turns each night to rape him.
And like most people who are forced to endure physically pleasurable sensations against their will, Genma was disgusted with himself for physically enjoying it. Turning into a panda was his worst nightmare come true. Which might explain the symbolism of last night's dream, where a male panda sodomized a male Genma until Genma achieved sexual release.
"No!" Genma thought to himself, "I only like the bodies of women! After all, that's what their bodies are for! Pleasing me!" thus insuring further dreams of his own rape for the forseeable future.
And while Ranma was the only household resident unaffected by his aura, he was strongly affected by his shared dream with Kasumi from the night before.
Ranma knew Kasumi was attractive. Heck, the day he arrived, he was stunned how beautiful all three of the apparently naked Tendo girls were. For his dreams to focus on doing that with Kasumi's body two night's running must mean he found her body more erotic than all of the other nudes he had been exposed to.
And there's no doubt that he liked Kasumi well enough for someone he had just met. She was quite personable, and some of her characteristics had obviously carried over to the phantasm he had played with during his dream.
But the phantasm for which he had been developing such a confusing welter of feelings was obviously not Kasumi. His phantasm was alternately shy and brash. She was playful and outgoing; passionate and nurturing. And Kasumi was merely caring; Kasumi was proper and respecable; quiet and reserved.
If Kasumi were more like Ranma's phantom lover, he might be willing to risk his heart trying to recreate the relationship with the real Kasumi. But aside from a few mannerisms, and that beautiful body, they were nothing alike.
Even as inexperienced as Ranma was, he realized that if he pined for his phantasm, while trying to recreate his feelings with Kasumi, he would be setting himself up for failure, and likely hurt both Kasumi and himself.
So there was nothing for Ranma to do but mourn the death of the phantom he might have come to love. It was harder still, to mourn someone that no one else had ever heard of. Nor did he even consider trying to explain what happened; Genma had ridiculed him too often for more sensible, tangible reasons. Ranma wasn't about to try to explain something he had trouble expressing coherently to himself.
All five of them were too entranced in their own worlds to pay much attention to each other during breakfast. And with so much on their minds, and no engagement to satisfy, the three students drifted off by themselves to school.
Akane had packed up the leather jacket in a shopping bag, intending to take it to be dry-cleaned after class.
When she neared school, she was brought out of her thoughts by the attack of the hentai horde. Ranma had ignored them, as Akane was quite vocal the first day about interfering in her fights.
But today, because of the dream she'd had the night before, she didn't look on the horde as a collection of perverted classmates. They were the drooling pack of Kuno's pervert hounds. Normally Akane was mad at the horde; today she was pissed off.
They fell quickly enough, but then the man who wanted to defile her in her dream showed up. Today his Kendo garb was made from a shimmering metallic fabric with a bluish tint. "So you attend without Ranma today, shall we spar, darling Akane?"
A lone female voice called out from Akane's classroom, "Go back to Pepperland, you Blue Meanie!"
Akane was too furious for words, and knocked Kuno out while inarticulately screaming.
Then, panting from the exertion, she shocked the watching school by walking up to each of the unconscious boys, and spit on their faces. Kuno was the last, and for him she gobbed on him, broke his sword, kicked one of his legs away from the other, and kicked him in the groin.
Then she took her jacket out of the bag, and wore it into school.
The class was abuzz with rumors until the teacher called for silence. "Miss Tendo, that jacket is against school uniform policy. Please take it off."
"Not until you expel those rapists! I've had it up to here with you cowardly teachers ignoring Kuno's antics!"
"Akane Tendo! Go into the hall!"
Akane just stared at him, making no effort to stand.
Eventually the teacher withered, and started teaching.
Surely you can come up with SOMETHING ELSE better than this!
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