When Wish #1 had been granted, Belldandy had forgotten one minor detail:
Just because Ranma shifted to his hybrid form, didn’t mean clothes would shift as well.
RIIIIIIIIIP!
“Oh my!”
“You shouldn’t be staring, Nabiki,” admonished Kasumi, as she quickly handed Ranma her apron to cover his ... gift.
Other reactions followed.
Nodoka was smiling. With such a gifted ... gift, her son would obviously be pleasing many women. Oh, he was just so much manlier now.
Soun was crying. He had come to just as Ranma shifted into his new hybrid form. Now that Genma’s son had been turned into a demon, the schools would never be joined.
Genma merely growled, upset that his dishonorable son had wasted the wishes on himself, and not given them to his grand and highly beloved father.
P-chan just blinked. He was still confused about the fact his own family curse was because of a cheapskate ancestor, the fact that if Ranma wanted to, one bite would cure that curse and turn Ryoga into a werewolf, and that he would be a were-pig if he was hit by cold water. Somehow, he didn’t think Akari would mind that.
Akane just stared. Ranma looked ... nice. She could admit he looked good, but that golden spotted fir just made him look great; so much so that she forgot to get upset that he had flashed everyone when his clothes tore loose.
But then again that might have been a spell Belldandy put into place to keep violence away. She didn’t want to risk the fathers being injured.
She might be tempted to heal them, and that would make her feel icky.
Nabiki merely gulped, looking at the nearly eight-foot tall specimen before her, guessing what shifts would translate into Ranma’s cursed form. But most of all, she was trying to keep from thinking of exploiting this, as well as ways to raise some good karma quickly. She didn’t like her odds of what bad luck this might brig to her; a Goddess before her and all.
Kasumi was thinking of what treats she had for the neighborhood cats that she could get out now, since Ranma wasn’t afraid of them anymore, and she could play with them again. A small part of her mind, however; was wondering what games were-Ranma could play.
Belldandy made several notes, wondering what a were-Keiichi would look like. It did get cold in the winter, and a fur coat might be nice.
It was just after Ranma finished turning the apron into a loin cloth; complete with tail-hole, that the world seemed to shift behind him, as two very tall bronze doors opened, revealing a large area, inhabited by people wearing light clothing.
“Who art thou, who desires My Blessing?”
This was spoken by a dark skinned woman with cat features, being fanned by several others, as she sat in a tall throne.
Belldandy sighed. Bastet was always such a drama queen.
Ranma gulped, before slowing raising his hand. He had never felt such power coming from someone before, and it spoke to him.
Don’t fuck with her or she’d have you fixed.
Bastet looked at him, hiding her smile. Oh, he was good looking as a human, if your tastes went that way.
But as a were-cat ... DAMN!
But she had to focus on the “test”, not on all the naughty little ways she could choose to “bestow” the Blessing. “Stand before Me and be judged of thou worthiness!”
Gulping again, and giving a silent prayer that his temporary loin cloth stayed fixed, he stepped forward, and prayed he didn’t say something stupid to get his furry butt kicked.
She was a hell of a lot stronger than Saffron, and looked like she could eat him for breakfast without breaking a sweat.
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