Ranma simply couldn’t believe her luck. She was pretty sure she could handle the bisexuality part—after all, she was reasonably good looking as a girl, and she could hardly blame a guy for wanting her. Nabiki had probably had a point when she said that being attracted to someone would make sex a lot more bearable. And it wasn’t like being attracted to Mihoshi and Nabiki would be psychologically damaging—she was really a guy, after all, and as such she was used to being attracted to girls, something neither of her fellow genies could claim. That didn’t make the idea of marathon lesbian sex sessions sound any less perverted, however.
Still, as she relaxed in the bath with Mihoshi, it didn’t seem too bad. Sure, they were both nude (save for the cuffs around their wrists and ankles, which were apparently so essential as genie garb that there was no way to take them off), and in the back of her mind, Ranma knew that the odds were likely that at some point in the future she was going to be screwing the blonde’s brains out, but for now, there was a chance to forget about the eternity ahead of her and simply enjoy the steam.
Mihoshi, however, had something else on her mind. “Um, Ranma?”
The redhead turned her head towards the heavily tanned blonde. “Yeah?” she asked, half-expecting to be leveled with some other bizarre twist on her current situation.
Fortuantley, Mihoshi wanted to talk about something more personal: “Ranma… I’m… I’m really sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen, really.”
The redhead sighed. “Ya don’t hafta keep apologizin’, Mihoshi. It’s not your fault.”
“Yes, it is.”
“But it ain’t like I could blame ya for bein’… uh…”
“An airhead?”
“I wouldn’t put it that way—”
“Yes, you would. You’re just too nice to say it to my face. I’m not so stupid that I don’t know I’m a ditz, okay? I totally messed everything up. I always do that.”
“Well, maybe, but that don’t mean ya gotta beat yerself up like that. I mean, I wouldn’t wanna spend ten years all by myself either. I’d probably go crazy if I had ta do somethin’ like that.”
“So… so you’re not mad at me?”
“Mihoshi, I don’t get mad at anyone easily—an’ besides that, yer not the kinda person who’s easy ta get mad at.”
“So, you’ve really forgiven me?”
“I guess. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still plenty irritated by everything that’s happened, an not just the genie thing; not havin’ any hair downstairs makes me feel like a total skank. But I can adapt. That’s the whole point of Anything Goes.”
Mihoshi smiled upon hearing this, and immediately launched herself across the hot tub and embraced her fellow djinn in a tight hug—not exactly a glomp, but close enough to make Ranma feel uncomfortable for a split second, especially since they were both nude. Mihoshi didn’t seem to notice, though. “Thank you so much!”
As soon as she realized that this wasn’t a sexual advance, Ranma began returning the hug, albeit in a very awkward fashion. “Uh, don’t worry about it, Mihoshi.”
“Getting started already, are we?” a voice from the doorway suddenly mused aloud. Both women turned and immediately left their embrace when they saw Nabiki standing there with a bemused grin on her face. “Maybe I shouldn’t have left the two of you alone.”
“Uh, it’s… it’s not what ya think…”
“Oh, give it a rest, Saotome. I’m not one of your fiancées, you and Mihoshi can do whatever you want for all I care.”
“But we weren’t…”
Nabiki sighed. “It’s called a joke, Ranma.”
“So… so you didn’t think…”
“Believe me, Ranma, if I actually thought the two of you were going to have sex, there’s no way I’d be able to be so dry about it. But that doesn’t matter. It turns out that we’ve arrived in a new universe, and it’s rather… interesting, to say the least.”
“Interestin’?”
“Look, why don’t the two of you dry off and meet me in the living room, and I’ll explain what I’ve found out.”
Somehow, Mihoshi’s reaction to this news was exactly what Nabiki had expected. “Sailor Moon? I love Sailor Moon!” The blonde genie practically jumped for joy when she heard this. “We’re gonna meet Sailor Moon!”
“Hold on a minute,” Nabiki said. “I just said that Sailor Moon was an actual person and not a fictional character in this universe. That doesn’t mean that whoever finds the bottle is going to have anything to do with her.”
“But we’re in the area, right?”
“I don’t know—all that readout told me was that we’ve arrived in this particular universe. It didn’t say what part of that universe we’re actually located at.”
“Really? That’s inconvenient.”
“Shouldn’t you already know all this? I mean, didn’t you have one of these things in your lamp?”
“Ah, what does it matter?” Ranma asked. “So we’re in some stupid shojo universe—big deal.”
“Ranma, do you know anything about the Sailor Moon franchise.”
“Yeah. Buncha teenage girls fight demons in skimpy costumes.”
“There’s a bit more to it than that.”
“Are ya sayin’ yer a fan?”
“No, but I am saying that it couldn’t hurt to do some research on this universe so we’re prepared for what might happen. You know, so we can avoid causing total havoc?” She then produced a huge stack of manga. “I got the entire run of the manga from our library; I’m looking to see if we can get the anime on our TV, too. Now, we don’t know how long we have before someone finds our bottle, so we’d better start digging in.”
Ranma, however, was rather dismissive of this idea: “C’mon, it ain’t like ya need ta be a rocket scientist ta figure out how a world like this works: good guys win, bad guys lose, and the main character gets the pretty boy in the end. How can ya possibly mess that up?”
“If you come at it with that attitude, a screw-up’s almost guaranteed.”
Ranma rolled her eyes. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”
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