[Episode 246237] [Episode 246237]“Airen!” A bubbly voice squealed from above her, Ranma stood up abruptly and stared at the naked female figure clinging to the ceiling of the bath. A wide smile spread across her face when she caught the redheads shocked expression.
“Catch!” The purple haired girl yelled as she dropped from her perch. Ranma's quick reflexes allowed her to brace for the impact and cradle the naked girl in her arms, grimacing and blushing as she latched on to her prodigious bosom.
“He-he Shampoos hero” Shampoo giggled as she snuggled into the redheads embrace.
“Sh..Sha...Shampoo...what ..what are you doing here!?” Ranma stuttered out. Trying the best she could to keep the purple haired girls posterior from noticing her ever turgid erection, blushing as crimson as her hair while shampoo toyed with her breasts.
Shampoo pouted, something that made Ranmas last remaining male body part twitch.
“Stupid father tie shampoo to buoy in middle of sea while asleep on boat, why you no come find me? Do you no care for shampoo?” she whined, never ceasing her ministrations on Ranmas breasts.
“Wha..what!?...but pops said you left on your own because you were just brainwashed by your grandmother into liking me...And...I should know better than to listen to anything he says” Ranma muttered towards the end.
“Where stupid father, I need to hurt bad now! I no brainwashed, love Airen all on own!” Shampoo stated proudly, dropping from her curvy post and embracing the redheads waist. Shampoo rested her head on Ranmas chest, inhaling the scent of her breasts and murmuring in delight.
“Shampoo never hurt Airen, too too nice husband!” She mumbled, smiling devilishly to herself and gave Ranma a firm goosing on both of her fleshy butt cheeks.
“Eeep!” Ranma yelled.
“And too too squishy cute tush” Shampoo proclaimed, noticing for the first time the hardness pressing against her abdomen and poking at the bottom of her breasts. Shampoos eyes widened and sparkled.
“Aiyah! Airen must be very very happy!” She said and quickly gripped Ranmas member in her hand, eliciting a sharp gasp from the redhead.
“Sham...Shampoo Ah...please not right now...not...not here” Ranma gasped out between moans as Shampoo lovingly caressed her busty writhing husbands large cock.
“But shampoo want show appreciation, never leave Airen, love Airen, every part, body and soul. Make Airen feel as good as shampoo feel for you” She explained, pumping her hands delicately along her shaft, against her stomach. Ranma was left no room for argument and grasped the purple haired girls shoulders to brace herself. Shampoo smirked in triumph, wanting to tease her easily aroused husband as long as possible. The faces she made were just too too adorable!.
“Ranma I hope you don't mind if I join you for a bath” A voice suddenly cut through both girls passions. Ranmas eyes nearly exploded from her skull and Shampoo turned her head to glare at whoever dared interrupt her intimate time with her husband. Ranma pushed down the purple haired girls shoulders until both were waist deep into the water.
“Huh..what...Umm...Ranma...who is that?” a very naked Akane said as she walked into view taking in the sight of the very exotic looking purple haired girl practically sitting in Ranmas lap in the large tub. Ranmas face was as red as her hair and looking down at her own breasts while the purple haired one just gave her a dangerous look. Akane was taken aback by the strange girls glare while Ranma sat in clearly embarrassed silence.
Akane not used to being stared down in her own home by some naked stranger just shot back one of her own. Growing tired of the redheaded girls silence Akane spoke up.
“Ranma...whats going on...do you know this person?” Akane demanded. Ranma struggled to open her mouth but the purple haired girl just jerked her shoulders slightly and Ranma let out a girlish squeak of surprise. Akane was terribly perplexed.
“Xian-Pu” The purple haired girl said at last, her stare as intense as ever. Akane became puzzled.
“You came here looking for shampoo? I mean...you can have mine...but you shouldn't go breaking into peoples houses to take a bath.” Akane warned. Shampoo just cocked her head as if the blue haired girl was stupid.
“No No! I is Xian-Pu! Say right!” Shampoo yelled. Akane had had just about enough of this weirdness. Sensing the sight of her red haired guests uncomfortable as a sign she was in distress Akane readied herself for a fight. Shampoo sensed this and tensed up, finally letting go of her husbands abused member and taking a defensive position with Ranma at her back.
“Leave Ranma alone!” They both screamed in unison.
Both girls momentarily stood still in shock at each others outburst. Shampoo became incensed
“What you want with Airen? She mine!” Shampoo declared. Akane just gritted her teeth.
“Hey! I don't know who you are, but she's clearly upset by your presence you psycho bimbo!” Akane yelled back.
“Who you calling Bimbo! I is volleb...volleyball....voluptuous! Unlike thick waist flat chested pug nosed girl!” Shampoo teased out. Akane growled.
“Um...girls...um..could you” a small whisper said.
“How dare you! This is my house you have no right! Go back to the street corner you were born from before I mess up your face” Akane threatened.
“girls please...” A timid voice pleaded.
“Hah! You is no threat, Japanese girls weak and stupid. Shampoo make ugly eat words!” Shampoo mocked, crossing her arms against her breasts smugly.
“Why you!” Akane roared.
“GIRLS PLEASE CALM DOWN!” halting both angry naked women from their imminent fight. Shampoo and Akane ceased their fight and centered their simmering temper directly on Ranmas still sitting form in the tub. Ranma felt the piercing gazes boring holes into her and eeped.
“...” She faltered under their gaze and covered her head from the beatings that would undoubtedly commence.
Akanes fury deflated and she stared at the sight of the curvy redhead woman cowering from them. She sighed deeply and watched the other girl do the same. Ranma peaked out from her hands, blushing red as a tomato all the while when she noticed the silence.
All three girls just stared at one another in a long awkward silence before Ranma coughed slightly and spoke softly.
“Um...Akane...this is Xian-Pu...she's a...err...a friend from china” Ranma uttered. Xian-Pu promptly bowed and waved to Akane. Akane quirked her eyebrow and hesitantly waved back.
“Soo...um, why did she show up now and not with you and your father” Akane asked. Ranma just pursed her lips in an odd way when Shampoo butted in.
“Stupid father try to get rid of Shampoo during trip back to Ranmas home, say bad things about Shampoo, make Ranma feel...under appple....under appss.....under-appreciated!” Shampoo struggled to say. She sat down near the redhead and snuggled into her shoulder causing her blush to increase ten-fold.
“Shampoo make Ranma feel better, or she become shy and quiet again...she better when smile, it look too too pretty!” Shampoo exclaimed as she embraced the girl.
Akane was dumbfounded at the openness of the Chinese girl practically throwing herself at Ranma, although after seeing Ranmas undergarments in the washroom some small bits of the enigma that was the redhead came together. The boxer shorts, and the large amount of bindings piled atop them made a lot more sense however.
“Ranma...is um...Shampoo...your...umm...how do I say...” Akane twiddled her fingers, crossing and uncrossing them. Ranma just turned her head and glowed brighter.
“Shampoo is Ranmas, and Ranma is Airen. Simple” Shampoo said directly, wrapping her arms around the girls slender neck.
“I uh see...” Akane blushed.
Akane wasn't used to seeing such displays of affections between two girls. She was a bit worried that she found the sight a bit pleasant to her senses underneath her mild discomfort. She stared awkwardly at Ranma and her flamboyant lover with a growing sense of jealousy. Akane wondered if it would be best just to leave them alone, after all it seemed as if they had some catching up to do. However, she could sense how bothered Ranma seemed to be. Akane caught sight of the redheads lips trembling, wondering if Shampoos presence had unnerved the girl. Deciding finally that helping Ranma fend off her bombastic “friend” affections was more important she joined the bath. Unbeknownst to Akane was the cause of Ranmas plight being Shampoos iron grip on her member underneath the waters.
“I'm going to soak in the bath with you girls if you don't mind...before the water gets cold” Akane lied, glaring daggers at the purple girl. Shampoo did her best to stare back.
Akane settled into the warm waters and studied the pair. Shampoo was leaning against Ranma, her arms wrapped around the girls waist with her cheeks wresting on the girls breast. Ranma was looking at a wall in a corner with her mouth clamped tightly, trembling slightly. It was clear that Ranma was far from appreciative of Shampoos embrace and opted to do something about it. Akane cleared her throat to get the twos attention.
“So um...how did you two meet” She said conversationally. Shampoo lightened her glare and gained a mischievous look in here eyes. Ranma sighed and thought of the day she met shampoo.
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They walked in silence for the most part, occasionally the Jusenkyo guide would remark on some landmark or animal in the wilderness to his mute companions. Genma walked closely behind the guide, arms crossed against his chest tightly and his brow wrinkled. Ranma brought up the rear trailing behind a few meters, stumbling often as she struggled to get used to her new body. Genma would hear her falter a bit and grumble loudly and quicken their pace.
Ranma trod along at a slow pace, keeping her father and the guide in sight while her mind wandered. Her father was dissapointed greatly, more so then he's ever been before. Her confidence had died a quick painful death when the promise of a cure, even a half cure that Jusenkyo offered failed utterly. Genma flew into a rage, shouting obscenities, cursing the kami and herself for allowing this abomination. Ranma had been quick to deliver a beat down on her father shortly after she got cursed but hearing his tirade ate at her mind word by word. Weak girl, sissy, loss of an heir, pathetic, shameless body, waste of the art.
Ranma was always taught that girls were weaker and needed to be protected, from his limited experience. From what he saw of the rough towns and dojos they ventured through, he rarely saw female fighters. His father would never acknowledge them even when he saw them. Saying they lacked what it took to make a warrior, women were naturally born soft and could never become a true example of the art. They lacked the mind, they lacked the muscle, the strength of will and determination to succeed. Genma explained that even biologically they were inferior to men, having feminine issues that left them vulnerable.
Girls, women, females in general were a distraction to the art. Genma however noted that hitting a woman was a serious offense, and that a real man would never lay a hand on one. Whenever the duo visited a dojo and were faced with a female opponent, Genma would become belligerent and refuse outright. Ranma never even got a chance to play or talk with the girls before his father stormed out.
These memories whirled around in Ranmas mind, placidly strolling behind in the Chinese wilderness. She could never see herself being like the girls she saw in school. They giggled and prattled on about their hair, about cute boys and clothes. Ranma suppressed a shudder, even the thought of being expected to like boys caused her stomach to knot violently.
She was sure her father despised her now, for becoming a weak girl. Genma blamed himself for sure, but Ranma would have to live with the consequences. A numbness spread throughout her body, wondering if this is how being weak felt, how all girls must feel. To be considered second class, Ranmas mood dipped to it's lowest and her feet dragged listlessly.
The guide had slowed down considerably noticing the telltale signs of the depression overcoming the newly cursed girl. Many a cursed individual fell into a dark despair over their affliction, learning to live with their curse and dreading the hardships they faced threatened to overwhelm them. As a Jusenkyo guide it was his duty to comfort them, teach them the ways to avoid water and live as best they could and of the letters of people who had persevered despite the curse. However, he felt he could offer no solace for the poor boy turned girl permanently. He expressed his shock when the hot water failed to turn her back into a boy, the girl remaining wide eyed stiff like a statue frozen in a macabre expression. Her father nearly tore his head off trying to find some way to reverse the curse. The guide had quickly stuttered about the Joketsuzoku village not far from the pools who would know more and began their journey.
Ranma stumbled along, a thousand yard stare in her eyes when she crashed into her fathers back. He shook his shoulders and stepped to the side.
“Sirs we here. Welcome to Joketsuzoku. Is village of strong female warriors. Sirs be careful please. Easy offend, much hurt follow” The guide warned.
“Female warriors? Rubbish” Genma grunted.
“Oh, we in luck today. They hold tournament to find village champion. Is good watch, very skilled, much strong warriors test skill to be best” The guide explained.
“a tournament only for girls? A waste of time” Genma declared.
“Oh no, Amazons is very fierce, very strong. Know many ancient deadly techniques. Defeat communist army from invading, defeat Russian infantry with bare hands. Been around very very long time. Very very sorry if pick fight or insult” The guide detailed.
Ranma perked her head up, her dark thoughts dissipating for the moment. These women warriors sounded interesting, especially considering her new status. Hope kindled deep inside her at the thought, it was small but it existed. Her father became disinterested walking out of sight, setting sight at the feats of martial arts on display.
Ranma watched the fighters on the challenge log with an eagle eye, appraising their stances, moves, they way they breathed. Her heart began to race, adrenaline pumped in her veins. They fought aggressively, their moves were precise and fluid. The one with the purple hair flipped gracefully through the air above her opponents head, landing on the larger girls shoulders and twisting about with her hips. They swiveled like a top, and fell to the ground with the purple ones knees pinning the large girls arms to her side. She pointed her Jian at her opponents throat, a fierce scowl upon her face. Her opponent yielded, the crowed roared with her victory. The battle was over in flash, however the precision and skill displayed was enough to fill her heart with an inkling of hope. All of the women in the crowd, young and old seemed to have been trained from birth to be fighters.
The young champion with the exotic hair color bowed to the crowd, sheathing her weapons to her sash and sashayed forward into the crowd with her shoulders and head high. Ranma stared in awe at the girl and marveled at her confidence, beginning to appraise the girls other attributes. She was beyond beautiful, her hair shined brilliant in the sun. The long locks trailing her like rivers suspended in the air, caressing her delicate features. Ranma was entranced, hypnotized by her toned slim figure. Her Chinese dress clinging desperately to her feminine assets caused her cheeks to grow hot and an uncomfortable tightness in her already tight pants. She locked eyes with the purple haired girl, shocked to find the same fierce warriors mask trained upon her own. Unsheathing her sword she yelled to the crowd as they murmured and gathered weapons of their own. Soon spears, axes, short swords, maces and all other manner of deadly instruments flew among the women. They turned towards Ranma, the violet haired girl leveled her Jian directly at her with an evil scowl on her face...
SHWISH! THUNK!
Strands of red hair danced in the air before her face and the violet haired girls sword embedded itself into something solid directly behind the side of her head. Ranma was confused, the jovial nature of the tournament had suddenly become hostile and towards her no doubt. Her quick reflexes were the only thing that saved her head from becoming skewered. The crowd approached quickly, advancing with the angry march of the village champion.
The guide who had been with her the entire time started to stutter incomprehensibly in Chinese, tugging at her sleeve aggressively. Ranmas eyes remained on the girl, with a heavy amount of curiosity. The girl stopped in front of her, staring up at her with an intense snarl on her face. She was sad to see the cute smile from earlier given to such anger, headless of the danger she faced. She shouted angrily in Chinese and pointed at something behind her. Cautiously stepping back, keeping one eye trained on the girl, Ranma scanned behind her. She found her father surrounded in all sides by what looked like a bunch of old monkeys on sticks, his face was stuffed with fresh fruit and meat. His Gi was covered in food stains, and noticed an entire feast nearly half eaten no doubt by her fathers bottomless stomach. He seemed to be frozen, drooling and nearly choking on the half eaten contents of his meal. The thin sword that flew past her head by scant inches lay embedded to the very center of his groin, close enough to tear the Gi at his crotch. He sweated profusely at the almost loss of his manhood, spears held by young women ceased any further movements. Turning back to the purple haired girl caused her to start screaming again, too fast for her limited knowledge of Chinese to follow.
“Sh..She say. This male belong to you? We kill” The guide stated. Ranmas eyes widened in disbelief.
“Uh...why?” Ranma spoke softly for the first time in more than a day. The guide stuttered.
“Sir cause great offense, eat village champions prize for winning tournament. Is great disgrace, must kill man” The guide explained. Ranma frowned, their odds were very grim of staging an escape, the risks were simply too high. There had to be some alternative.
“So...he ate her prize?...does that mean that if I beat her...it'll be my prize right?” Ranma asked slowly. The guides eyes widened. He translated it to the purple haired girl who developed a rather furious face, which quickly turned into a smokey almost alluring smirk. She pushed the guide to the side, nearly giving him a heart attack and stepped up to face Ranma. Ranma had gained a considerable amount of height with her new body, the amazon girl only came up to just above her breasts causing Ranma to stare down.
“You fight for pig?” she asked simply, her voice was a very high pitched feminine one that simply oozed cuteness. Ranma nodded mutely, blushing profusely as the girl scanned her body like a piece of meat. She laughed haughtily and pointed to the log. Ranma followed, the crowd parted and watched in silence.
Ranma fumbled a bit as she landed on the log, not used to her new height and weight. The girl with the violet hair smirked ferally. A tall woman dressed in light armor offered Ranma a rack of weapons to choose from, she denied them with a shake of her head. The crowd laughed at her response, her opponent accepted the thin narrow short sword from earlier.
Their eyes met, she leveled her sword high, Ranma folded her arms behind her back. Her stance seemed to upset the crowd, casually disregarding their warrior as a threat only caused the women to shout and cheer their champion.
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