Well...the Phoenix wanted to know what took so long, I
might as well spill the beans. Sleepover 2 didn't quite
come out with the ending I wanted. So, I took it and re-
wrote it. The ending that I first came up with was terr-
ibly immature and actually pretty lame. Of course,
that's what I think of all my fanfics, and I actually
get a little positive C&C sometimes. So, I have
the second version nearly ready to post, but just to see
what you think, I am posting the first one.
in addition, there just wasn't enough pranking fun in
this version. v2.0 has two rounds of pranks in it...
Try to enjoy. =)
Sleepover Part 2 by PhoneyNT
This contains objectionable material but isn't a lemon. So read with discret-
ion...but not too much.
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Akane was the first to wake.
"Ugh. What's that smell? I feel so--hey!"
Akane looked down with dismay. "I peed myself! Oh no! How did that hap-
pen?"
She looked at the other two girls, who were, thankfully, still sleeping.
"Guess I'll go get clean--"
"Umm," Ukyo groaned, and she began to turn over.
Akane panicked and grabbed a can of air freshener from her desk, and
sprayed vigorously on her nightpants, the floor and the air around her.
Ukyo sat up, turned around, saw Akane, and burst out laughing.
"Is this a regular problem of yours, Akane?"
"No!"
"Oh? Then what's that?"
"You'll never know."
"What's that can of air freshener for?"
"An odor, what else?"
"I'm sure you keep that thing handy often."
"Ukyo...you're asking for it..."
Ukyo stood up from her futon. She rubbed her rear end irritably.
Akane grinned widely. "What's that on your hands?"
"What?" Ukyo looked at her hands. "I don't know."
"Why do you keep scratching that?"
"Because...I don't know."
"You don't, eh?"
Ukyo's eyes narrowed suddenly.
"Oh, I do," she said. "It was Ran-chan!"
"What do you mean?"
"You're not too smart, are you? He obviously pranked us back!"
At this point, Shampoo piped up from where she had been watching.
"Is slick stuff for easy sliding!"
"When did you get up?" Akane said darkly.
"Lubricant...for what?" Ukyo wondered aloud.
"Use imagination!" Shampoo said, winking, "Shampoo know from what Great-
Grandmother make Mousse do. Is spanking with twist! Mousse a big fool for no
leave!"
"Ah...and who would apply this stuff?" Ukyo grinned evilly as she came up
with a great idea. "Oh, I was just joking. In reality, Ran-chan and I, last
night, we--"
"OH?" Akane raised her voice.
Shampoo was ready for this. "No, Ukyo lie! Akane put slick on!"
"I did it?" Akane cried, incredulously.
"Yes! And Ukyo like it and help Akane! See?" Shampoo pointed at Akane's
soaked nightpants.
"N-no way! You insinuating little b--"
"--is pathetic that tomboy live with Ranma and still not seduce yet."
interrupted Shampoo. She smiled smugly.
"Why you little!" Akane rose up at Shampoo. "Say, what is this stuff on
your face?"
"Shampoo have solid evidence of Ranma," Shampoo lied, giggling.
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Ranma snored peacefully.
"RANMA!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Wh-what?"
Ranma looked around and saw two very angry girls standing over him.
"You pervert!" Ukyo and Akane cried, simultaneously.
"So you found it, eh? Hahahaha!" Ranma laughed hysterically.
"How can you laugh after what you did to Shampoo?" Akane asked, angrily.
"Huh? What I did to Shampoo bothered you? What I did to you two should
bother you more, I thought..."
"Whaaat?" the worried pair wondered.
Ranma was cracking up, rolling on the floor.
"I'd like to see you top that!" he said.
Akane and Ukyo looked at each other confused for a second. Their visages
soon assumed grim and disgusted poses.
"Top this!" Akane screamed, almost shattering the window with the force of
the battle cry. Ranma's body, of course, finished the job.
"Warm sky today," Ranma mused.
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"So, top it, he says?"
"I love Ran-chan, but he's not being very lovable right now..."
"How could he do that? Cheating on me..."
"Cheating on you? Am I hearing things? You mean cheating on me!"
Suddenly, Kasumi came into the hall from the bathroom. She had a re-
proachful look on her face.
"That Shampoo! Of all the indignities!" she humphed.
"Wha? What about her, Kasumi?" Akane asked.
"How could she lie to you two, knowing you two couldn't possibly know the
truth?"
"What are you talking about?"
"That stuff was just hair conditioner."
"How do you know?"
Kasumi began to rattle off a list of inconsistencies before Ukyo stopped
her.
"How do you know all this?"
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"Okay," remarked Akane about five minutes later, "we'll top his little
prank."
"Do you think he planned those to look that way?"
"With that pervert, I wouldn't be surprised."
"Yeah! Well, turnabout is fair play! Come on! We have about ten more
minutes before Shampoo gets out of the bathroom!"
"Yeah, I can't wait," Akane muttered.
"So you really did have an accident!"
"N-no! I mean, I feel kinda bad right now, is all."
"Right. Now here's what we'll do..."
They whispered among each other for a few minutes.
"B-but that's so cold!" Akane gasped.
"After what he did to us..."
"Grr! We'll top him! Careful what you ask for, Ranma!"
They walked into the kitchen, and Ukyo pulled out several ingredients. As
they mixed the things into a bowl wantonly, with Akane even helping, they made
small talk.
"Are you sure this is right?"
"Well, if my memory from that time I accidentally got in the wrong limo
serves me right..."
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9:00 AM.
Genma and Ranma Saotome entered the guest room after an intensive workout.
As Genma sat down on his futon next to Ranma's, he paused.
"What's that odor?"
"What odor, old man?" said Ranma. He sat down. "Oh...that odor?"
"I...I recognize that! Like N-Nodoka when she--Ranma!"
"What is it?"
Genma shut the door to the guest room and locked it.
"What's up old man?"
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Akane and Ukyo snickered at the sounds of total war raging in the guest
room. Above the shouting and explosions they heard something that sounded
like a swearing of revenge.
"Okay, love-other-girl tomboy next!"
Akane got up and went towards the bathroom, backhanding Shampoo viciously
on the way out.
Shampoo hissed and followed her. Ukyo sat down and began planning another
prank.
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Akane stepped gingerly into the bathtub.
"Ahhh. That feels so good."
Shampoo perched on the other side of the door above the doorframe.
After about ten minutes, Akane opened the door and stepped out. She was
quite surprised when the Amazon bowled straight into her. They started
grappling frantically. Shampoo immediately achived a pain hold on Akane's
neck. She started slapping Akane repeatedly while she was immobilized.
"Ah! Ow! Stop it, you--ow! B--owww!"
"What the hell is that," Soun said from around the corner. Normally he
wasn't one to curse but his daughter's apparant deflowering had rattled him
quite a bit.
He and Kasumi turned the hall corner and all they could do was stare as
Shampoo and a nude Akane squirmed about on the floor, with Shampoo gripping
Akane's neck in a passionate hold and giving her love taps.
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Warfare!
Soun ran towards Ranma's room where there was a struggle going on.
He broke through the door and saw Ranma getting ready to punch his father
through the window. Soun, the Instructor of Anything-Goes, rose into the air,
and clocked Ranma right in the back of the head with a precise jump-kick.
"Tie him, Kasumi."
Kasumi left for a second and came back with a plastic-coated chain.
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Warfare!
Genma and Soun came on strong at Shampoo.
She easily ducked their punches, but she wasn't ready for Genma's powerful
head-butt attack. She staggered back, disoriented, then all she was aware of
was feet. Feet slamming into her legs, torso, stomach, and head. They were
pulled kicks, but hey, pulled kicks hurt.
"Tie her too."
Kasumi pulled out some piano wire.
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Warfare!
Akane saw her dad charging her like a raging bull.
"W-What?"
He tackled her to the ground and put her in a headlock.
"Kasumi?"
"Yes, Father."
She put dressed Akane, which was rather difficult with a struggling girl
being held against her will. Then she bound Akane with mailing tape.
"I'm very disappointed in you, Akane," Kasumi whispered in Akane's ear.
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Ukyo followed the parents and Kasumi, along with their prisoners, into the
dojo.
"N-no!!" Akane suddenly screamed horrendously, "Noooo!" Tears sprung from
her eyes.
"What's up with you, Akane?" Ranma asked.
"Not...not...not the block!" She replied, obviously scared, stressing the
word "block" as if it were something to afraid of.
"What? You mean that wooden block in the middle of the floor?"
"Ukyo." Soun said darkly. "Send Shampoo home with a warning. We will not
tolerate the corruption of our children any longer."
Ukyo grabbed Shampoo by the rope and pulled her out the dojo doors,
saying, "I've wanted to get you this way for a long time, you know that?"
The door slammed. Akane squirmed as if it were her death knell.
Nabiki came into the dojo and took a seat. "Wouldn't miss this for the
world," she grinned, then pulled out a camera.
"No! You can't let her take pictures of me like this!"
"You are honorless, daughter. What do you have to lose?"
"What? What did I do? How could you bring out the block after eleven
years of keeping it locked up? Why did you even keep it? Waaaah!"
"You have engaged in sexual activities without my consent, and then you
even do them on the floor outside the bathroom!"
"What? But that was--I mean, what did you think it could be? I'm not
like that, Daddy! Please! We were struggling on the floor, I was trying to
get her off, and--"
"Get her off? So! At least you admit it! It's time for you to learn a
lesson about that all unruly children should learn! And don't think Saotome
and I didn't see you three this morning!"
"Father," Kasumi interrupted, "that was just Ranma playing a--"
"I know what Ranma played!" Soun yelled, viciously freighting 'played' to
convey a sense of vulgarity. "Enough! Kasumi! Put her on the block!"
"Oh my," Kasumi murmured. She put Akane on her knees, then bent her over
at the waist over the wooden box.
"I will punish you personally. Your mother. She would be so disappoint-
ed!"
"Yes, think about what Mother would say!" Akane moaned, trying to ease her
father's anger.
"Yes," he said, softening. "She would punish you herself!" he screamed.
"Kasumi!"
Kasumi neatly pulled Akane's nightpants down just far enough to reveal the
target. She did it with the neatness of a housekeeper, which is a funny thing
since pulling pants down is not usually something that is done with neatness
in mind. Kasumi managed to bring a sense of "prim" to the act.
Soun walked up to the block and the hysterically crying Akane.
"Oh please! I hate this I hate this please oh please no!"
"I hate to do this." Soun quavered. He raised his hand high in the air.
"WHACK!"
"Noooo!" Ranma nearly broke his bonds right there, were it not for his
father putting a neck hold on him.
"So, would you rather have Kasumi spank you, or the alternative punish-
ment?"
"Heh! Kasumi? She can't hit worth a damn!"
Nabiki's camera clicked on the holocaust in the center of the room. The
slapping sounds of Akane's punishment gained a regularity of rhythm, but they
spaced apart. No numbness allowed.
Akane sobbed and whined. "Ranma, help me!"
Ranma, hearing her plea for help, leaped into action, using only his legs.
Genma simply grabbed his feet before he could get too high and slammed him
into the floor.
"Okay, you get Kasumi."
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Kasumi did a practice slap on a nearby sheet of metal. Her handprint was
impressed into the metal when she slammed it.
"Do I have to, Daddy?"
"Yes, Kasumi. At least I know I can trust you to be a true daughter."
"You don't mean that, Daddy!"
"No, I don't think so, I'm just extremely disappointed with Akane right
now. Very disappointed," he elucidated, glancing at Akane, who was huddled
in a corner, sobbing pitifully.
"Ranma? You ready?"
"Go ahead, hurry up!" he said, having missed Kasumi's exhibition of her
intense palm-striking strength.
After the first whack, Ranma wasn't really a person anymore. He was just
an animal capable of feeling pain. At least he had a mouth and could scream.
It took three smacks before he lost his resolve and used it, however.
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"Good job, Tendo. So...uh...are you still in favor of the marriage?"
"Well, if this has been going on, I'm absolutely sure it'll work out."
"Heh. It's about time Ranma learned a lesson or two!"
"And I hope Shampoo is punished. Hey...what's this?"
Kasumi walked up from behind and picked up the bowl. "Hmm, I really
don't know, but it sure smells funny. In fact, it smells like the stuff
I washed out of Ranma's futon this morning. It smells--" Kasumi blushed.
Fortunately, Soun did not take notice of her amazing familiarity with
these matters.
"Yeah, when I smelled that stuff, I had no choice but to discipline
him! He's supposed to be acting manly!"
"Saotome my friend...what's it doing in a bowl?"
"Hey! Look, there's salt stuck to the bottom!" Kasumi said. "This
was prepared!"
"Perhaps Ranma was hiding some of Akane's cooking in his futon or
something..." Genma wondered aloud.
"Oh dear," Soun said, shocked, "I think we made a mistake." He
broke out in tears. "And I put my daughter through the block!"
"There, there." Kasumi comforted her father.
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"Ooh, spankings? How embarrassing," Dr. Tofu chuckled slightly. "You
must have been very bad. Actually, that's bad of me. I know what you did
and your father has requested a pregnancy test. You'll have to work off the
fee of course, as per his instructions."
"What? But I never did anything!"
"It's okay, you can admit it. It was inevitable between you two anyway."
Akane blushed, saying, "Not likely," very softly.
"Your dad requested some treatment for his hand. Ouch. But why'd he get
two kits for one hand?"
"Oh," informed Ranma, "Well, I'm sure she'll need one. Man, she hits ...
somewhat hard.
"Oh, yeah, right, Ranma." Akane said, annoyed with Ranma's macho act.
"She? Who?" Dr. Tofu asked.
"Oh, Kasumi."
"Kasumi gives spankings?" Dr. Tofu cried, enthused. "Oh, wow!" He
imagined her cute little hand swinging down on an anonymous rear end, and her
stern look. His glasses fogged up, and his eyes behind them read, "I'm in
heaven."
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Ukyo opened the door to her restaurant and a stale okonomiyaki slapped
the back of her head, messing up her hair.
"What the--?" she looked closely at the doorknob and saw several wires,
obviously part of an intricate trap.
On the okonomiyaki was pinned a note.
"Only you can cook well enough to have made whatever you poured in my
futon. Please enjoy this okonomiyaki as a way of saying thanks. Signed,
Ranma."
to be continued ?
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