[Episode 84820] [Episode 84820]As a girl with short black hair stuck her head out of the portal the now girl had just opened, Alectic mind tried to wrap around what had just happened. The God-slayer had changed into a girl. Transformation magic was of course no surprise, but it was clear he had not chosen out of the blue to do so, so, was the black haired girl a witch, or sorceress?
“Ranma, you are the end! Bad enough you peek on me in the normal way, now you have to use magic to do it!” Akane yelled, and then noticed the audience she had, and the fact that she was nude, having been just about to dump a bucket of water over her head when Ranma had stuck his big fat head through this hole. “EEEP,” she cried out and ducked back in through the hole. Ranma would pay for this, humiliating her like this.
Ahh, Alectic thought. She was a magic user, and she’d changed the champion into a girl to teach her some manners about privacy. He’d better step carefully around her. If she were powerful enough to do that to a God-Slayer, he didn’t want to mess with her, unless it was by surprise. Pity, with that temperament she’d likely go very well with a nice pepper sauce.
Alectic turned his attention back to his companion, who was sputtering remarks about violent tomboys while wringing out her bright red hair. A very vivid color. It would look quite nice if she were served whole roasted. Presentation was very important to the art of fine dining his mother had always said.
As Ranma continued to wring out her hair, her wet shirt clung to her sizable mammaries, and something lower than Alectic stomach reacted. He blushed in shame, in itself a very unusual reaction, Green Dragons were not one’s to feel shame. He felt so dirty. He was not one of those perverted Dragons him mother went on and on about. The ones who enjoyed sporting with their meals.
Alectic had forgotten his mother’s advice on shape shifting when he assumed this form. Always be careful not to turn too far. Or you run a risk of falling prey to the base characteristic of the thing you are duplicating. Alectic let a little dragon appear in his appearance. He gained a few inches in height, his teeth became more carnivorous in appearance. His eyes resumed their normal shape, if not size. The stubby useless claws on the ends of his fingers became much more practical, growing a half inch and taking on a more talon like appearance.
Alectic examined those changes that he could and felt pleased. After all, he was not trying to pass as human. He gave a small shudder at the thought, merely reduce himself to a more convenient size. He turned his attention back to the Redhead, and found, to his pleasure, that the virginity he sensed about her enticed his tastebuds more than other, not to be spoken of in polite society, parts of his body.
“Who was that?” Mist asked.
“ahhh, the stupid tomboy. She’s just some girl who lives at the same place I do.”
“I heard that, Ranma!” came from the portal, followed by yet another bucket. This time the girl turned back to a boy.
“Would you cut that out!” he yelled through the portal, only to stagger back with a bar of soap jammed in his mouth. He spit it out in disgust, but made no effort to attack the witch.
Yes. Alectic would have to be sure to walk softly around that one. The God slayer, Ranma, made a gesture, and the light streaming through the portal shifted.
Alectic watched with interest as the boy stuck his head in through the portal with caution, and then withdrew it with a pleased look on his face. “It’s ok. It’s safe now,’ he said. He expanded the opening and walked through. Alectic was not reassured. The boy had already shown himself to be a jump first sort, so he let the other’s follow Ranma and when no screams or other noises of butchery came, followed them.
Alectic looked around, and found himself in a simple dwelling. It was nothing special, but he was impressed by the cleanliness. Mother had always complained about how dirty humans were, and how much time you had to spend cleaning them before they were decent to eat, but Alectic thought even his mother might be willing to dine al fresco on the residents of this home.
My, my, what have you dragged home this time Saotome?” a mocking voice asked. Alectic felt a shiver go up his spine, and he turned to face what looked like a common human female, but then he saw the eyes. They looked at him in such a predatory way, weighing him, judging him, valuing him. For a second he was sure he was facing a transformed female dragon, and he puffed up his chest in reaction, which earned him a dismissive snort from, what he now saw was only a human.
She turned her eyes from him, not even bothered in the least by his appearance. Evidence that she’d seen stranger, and examined the other’s in their party. As she did, he examined her. For a second, it was stretched out, roasted on a bed of lettuce, but then the image shifted, her skin took on a green tinge, and the bed she was laying on became gold coins. Alectic swallowed nervously as once again he felt a stirring below his groin.
“She’s not a dragon, you silly twit,” he muttered to himself. “What would mother say?”
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