Nanami sighed in relief as the ramp door to the Beagle slammed shut behind her. Since that damned Enforcement Droid had showed up she'd been one seething ball of tension. It had been even worse than being on the damned Repository. There she'd had little idea what she was really capable of and had defenders in the form of her two fellow hybrids. In this case, not only was she alone but she was fully aware of her capabilities and couldn't use them. It had felt like she'd been forced to fight for her life with her hands tied behind her back.
It sucked!
Seeing as he clothes were already ruined by the chaotic mix of fire, fragments, and filthy, rancid water Nanami found herself completely unconcerned with their state. After all, it would be hard to ruin them any worse than they were. With this in mind, she made herself comfortable.
Under her clothing, her flesh turned from human pale to a semi-translucent black, and changed to rubbery texture of her hybrid skin, while several points of her body grew plates of strategically placed chitinous silicate armor. Several spines erupted from the cloth, and her tail grew in, its razor bladed end tearing through her already ruined dress. Not even her shoes were safe as the razor sharp talons tore through the stained, befouled leather as if it wasn't even there. Stretching to allow her joints to enjoy their liberation, she casually tore the damp, tattered rags that had once been clothing from her armored form and let them fall to the ground.
Smelling a small, but intriguing spike of male musk behind her, which signified Ranma's interest in her, she turned about and looked at the male hybrid, and crossed her arms under her breasts. Looking at him with a pair of tired, slitted, golden eyes she left no argument. “Ranma, I'm tired, I'm dirty, I'm stressed out, and I am not in the mood to even consider it.”
Shrugging, the male simply said, “Fair enough. Never seen you like this before though, and I have to say you look really good.”
The skin around her face took on a slightly reddish tone as her acidic blood rushed to her surface capillaries in a most human manner. This she realized belatedly, was not only the first time she'd taken her natural form around them, but it was the first time she'd stood before them naked. She even had to fight down several dirty thoughts ran through her mind about a group shower, but she squashed them. She needed stress relief, but not that kind!
“Um, thanks...” she said, feeling a bit like the Prime Rib at an all you can eat buffet.
Ranma smiled, letting his eyes linger appreciatively over her lithe, predatory form for a moment before smiling kindly, his face surprisingly devoid of lust for someone with their normally overpowering sex drive. “Listen, Nanami, you had a tough day. Just take your shower and we'll get dinner started, okay?”
Nanami's face softened slightly. “Thanks, Ranma,” she replied.
As Nanami left Ranma could not keep his eyes off of the sensuous sway of her pert rear, her long, sexy armored tail serving to frame it like a picture. Mentally he catalogued what he saw. Her form was a bit less refined than Kodachi's. A bit more armor, a bit more spikes, and a bit more feral, but lacking the speed and grace of his mate. Still though, the naked aggression left unspoken in the generous curves and vicious sharp points of her form in her form gave her a fierce beauty all her own.
In all honestly, it was not too different from his own form, with its emphasis on an effective balance between speed and power, though more primitive as it lacked lacked the personal adaptations he and Kodachi has developed for themselves. Still, with some training he could see her becoming a terrifying combatant.
“You desire her,” Kodachi said, with a bit of annoyance in her voice. “Don't deny it.”
“Yeah,” Ranma admitted. “I can't help it.”
Kodachi smiled as she slipped out of her clothes and shifted to her own natural form, her long tentacles coiling into an imitation of her trade mark pony tail. “I just wanted to hear it,” she said, “I am not angry. We're not human anymore, and as much as I'd like to say otherwise I find keeping to the social mores in which we were raised becoming more and more difficult, and feeling more and more... pointless.”
Ranma shrugged. He really couldn't say the same. He'd been raised by his father and had long considered most of the lessons he'd been taught complete bullshit. Now he just felt that a few more of those lessons were slated for the bullshit pile. “If she's interested, I'm interested. I'm not going to force her or nothing. I'm used to dealing with unresolved sexual tension.”
Kodachi grinned and pulled him into a passionate kiss. “If you have unresolved sexual tension, how about we resolve some before we get started on dinner?”
A feral grow escaped Ranma's throat. “Maybe later. You know how she gets when we're too close and get at it.”
“Then she should just join in.” Kodachi smiled and poked him on the chest. “Just don't forget who your number one is.”
Ranma laughed and swept her off of her feet. “Alright, maybe she'll be able to stand a quicky.”
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