Faerie King Ranma: Akane Dances... for Good! [Episode 53382]

Akane snapped out of the daydream she was having of taking off her gi in front of the peoples she knew.  Where were those silly thoughts coming from?  It's not like she would ever be caught dead doing something like this, right?

Then, she crashed back into reality and remembered she was indeed on a scene, with plenty of goofy-looking elves, leprechauns and anthropomorphic animals watching her... and rowdily requesting for a strip-tease!

She felt herself fuming, and wanted nothing else but to bash violently that bunch of perverts... when she realized with dismay her body was moving against her will.

The members of the orchestra were mainly small, big-nosed elves and satyrs.  They were playing an array of jazz instruments and had started the slow, rhythmic melody often associated with strippers.  That wouldn't be so bad if the enticing music wasn't also heavily charged in fairy and slapstick magics.

"What the..." whispered Akane, as she slowly turned her back to the crowd and pulled up the red cloak from her shoulders.  Then, with a completely uncontrollable sway of her hips, she flapped the red garment at the end of her extended arm.

Next to the stage entrance door, Grandma was excitedly giggling, glad that her Lil' Red had finally started the table dancing.  It was going to be a triumph, like every time.

Thus distracted, the old lady turned strip-club manager didn't notice the door slowly opening behind her, and two white-gloved, tuxedo-clad arms menacingly hovering above her head.  Then, those hands caught the unsuspecting Grandma by the collar and brought her in a whirlwind of frantic activity, where only a panicked arm or leg stuck out from time to time.

When the dust cloud had finally settled, Grandma was hog-tied and gagged, only her head sticking out from a bag that was wrapped in chains, and the whole locked inside steel cage.  Standing next to his work, the Wolf was clapping dust from his hands, and snapped to the bound captive: "Ya stay out of this, old dragon..."

Having neutralized the obstacle, Wolfie rushed to a free chair in the audience.  Elbows on the table and supporting his elongated chin, he avidly started to watch Akane's spectacle.  Tongue hanging, he drooled like a... well, like a wolf.

On the scene, Akane had let the red cloak fall on the floor.  Turning around, she started to unbutton the front of her jacket.  In her head, she was frantically repeating: 'Oh no... oh no... oh no... no way!'

In the crowd, at the table next to Wolfie, three little pigs were jumping, whistling, bweeing, calling and making lewd comments.  "Yeah baby, shake it off!"  *Oink* *Oink*  "Show more skin!  Show more skin!"  *Oink* *Oink*  "Yeah, bring us home the bacon!"

"SILENCE!" roared Wolfie to his noisy neighbors.  The wind of the wolf's yell was so strong that the three rude pigs were blown away to the other side of Grandma's House.  This done, the voyeur wolf immediately focused again on the Red Hot Stripper.

Akane was indeed getting red in the face and she threw off the red jacket.  Then her hands started to get busy on the binding of her corset, with her hips still waving despite herself.  'Make it stop!' she begged herself.  'I don't want to do that... I'm not that kind of girl!'

But her denials were of no use.  Perfectly in tune with a peak in the music, Akane grabbed the hem of her skirt and whipped it away... only to reveal another white bit of skirt underneath.  Internally, she sighed... it looked like this dress had several layers to it.  But as she peeled off white jupon after white jupon, she realized it only meant the stripping would take longer... and the spectators get only more excited out of it!

Like most of the audience, Wolfie was getting wild.  Drumming the table with fists, whistling with two fingers in the muzzle, howling, stomping....

Not far away, another patron was handling himself in a much more restrained manner.  he was a tea-drinking, monocle-wearing red-furred fox, who watched the show with perfect composure.  Soon, though, he pulled out a dozen archaic phones and started to talk in them: "Hello?  Fox?  Fox?  Do you hear me, Fox?  You too, Fox.  And Fox, also... not to forget good ol' Fox.  Renart, is that you mon ami?  Oh, Kitsune, konnichiwa.  Well, gentlemen, you should all come in haste to Grandma's house.  There's a hot little number making her show today... it's exceptional.  You shouldn't miss that."

Meanwhile, the totally embarrassed Akane had shed the last jupon.  To her relief, though, she was wearing an old-fashioned underskirt beneath, like some white leggings, that entirely covered her legs.  But she couldn't help continuing the dance, sitting on her bottom to kick away her sandals.

Those were caught by the crowd, more specifically a bunch of tiny leprechauns who were making a lot of noise with their shoemaker tools.  They grabbed the precious sandals, sniffed them and rubbed them lovingly.

'Oh no... stop that you stupid hands!' willed Akane, to no avail as her fingers finished untying the straps of the corset that circled her waist.  Although she could breath a lot easier once the restricting garment was gone, it wasn't much of a consolation since now she had only a flimsy shirt to cover her upper body. For the lower body, the underskirt still hid her legs down to the ankles, but her dainty feet where soon bared as she discarded the white socks.

Most of the crowd was now in a complete uproar.  The whistling, howling, stomping was indescribable.  Wolfie was so much drooling that waiters had to bring buckets to catch the excess flowing from his table.  Then his tongue fell out of his open mouth, and unrolled until it met the floor.

One spectator, on the other hand, was uncharacteristically calm among this chaos.  It was a small, white dog with drooping ears and an impassive face.  At one point, he turned toward the audience (yes, that's you) and said in a completely flat tone: "You know what...?  I'm deliriously excited...."

'Noooooooooo' desperately whined Akane.  Her back to the crowd, she displayed her shoulders by letting the shirt slid along her arms.  A small part of her mind wondered how she could know how to make such precise and graceful moves in her dance.  The rest of her mind just fell like crying as the shirt fell past her wrists.

Fortunately, the medieval feel of her costume stopped with the undergarments.  She was indeed wearing a bra and panties.  But those didn't put her much at ease, because from what she could see the brassiere was of the naughty, see-thru, sexy kind.

Wolfie had started to chomp on the wooden table, biting off and munching large chunks of it with his large jaws of carnivore.

At the opposite end of the vast room, a squirrel in a straightjacket was getting completely hysterical from the spectacle.  Bouncing, cackling madly, head turning 360 degrees, the crazy rodent was completely out of control.  Next to him stood a big, dumb-looking dog with a guard cap.  He was covering his eyes with his big paws, shaking head while saying: "Hu hu...  I'm not looking, George. You can tell.  I'm not looking...."

Now on her knees, her bottom facing the crowd, Akane was slowly slipping the underskirt past her buttocks and down her legs.  , she was enticingly waving her panties-covered fanny for the enjoyment of her public.

'Please... somebody help me... somebody make this stop... Ranma!' pleaded Akane, wanting nothing more than to burst in tears.  But she couldn't... the music was preventing her from showing her emotions.  Externally, she was even smiling despite herself.

With an acrobatic pirouette, Akane rolled and tossed away the leggings.  Even her martial art training was turning against her, as she was using her suppleness to show off her shapely legs and shook her near-naked body.

'I'm NOT getting excited by all this!' she screamed inwardly in despair.