Hello again,
"Where are Saotome-san and Tendou-san?" Belldandy
asked. "One should properly greet one's hosts."
If Ranma ever finds out that Belldandy is a Goddess, you
think he might want to have a few words about how his life
has turned out?
Megumi stood and placed her hands on her hips.
"Akane's at home getting her costume ready. She'll be along in
an hour or so. Ranma's..."
Seeing as how Ranma's curse has already turned Megumi's life
upside-down... it'll be a good ice breaker for when she learns
about Belldandy.
"I'm just about to change into mine. The party's going
to start in a little over an hour, so I want to be ready when
the crowd shows up." Megumi pointed vaguely skywards. "We can
change up in my room, if you like."
Keiichi: Hot-dog! I get to change with two beautiful women!
Who cares that one of them is my sister.
* * *
She pulled the cups down and wrapped a strapless bra
around her bust before replacing them. She turned to examine
her profile in the mirror. Quite a bit of the bra stuck out
around the edges.
Stop staring at my breasts!
Oh yeah, you wear that so people will look at your shoes.
Akane looked hurt, but continued to arrange her
costume. She pulled the long blonde wig over her own short
pageboy.
The pageboy just looked indignant. pageboy cut.
And the who's who of their university, Nabiki added
silently. She personally knew of several of the most popular
students in attendance who had begged either Megumi Morisato
or her sister for an invitation to the party.
While it's Nabiki talking, it kinda sounds like people were
begging Megumi's sister.
"Ana Puma." Akane set about applying a *deep* red
lipstick.
Ah, coolio.
"Any one else playing the part of 'Una Puma'?"
Akane nodded and blotted her lips on a tissue. "Just
one of my friends. No one you'd know."
Keiichi + Instant Nannichuan = Una!
And she needed a costume...
Motoko Kusinagi. Man, this fic needs some fanart. : )
* * *
"This must be where Ranma lives. It's a pretty nice
place," Nabiki muttered to herself. "I wonder how can afford
it?"
how he can
Dorothy, who was carrying a little stuffed 'Toto',
shook her head. "I haven't heard anything other than there's
supposed to be some sort of musical entertainment. That could
mean anything from a kareoke machine to Dama-kun's eight track
player."
karaoke
"Ohhh! We won't tell!" They giggled naughtily all the
way to the second floor.
naughtily or conspiratorily?
* * *
Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Skuld strode up to the pair and
pulled a knobby looking device with several loose wires out of
the belt of her costume. She adjusted a few of the knobs and
looked back up at her sister.
"You checked this place for mystical problems before
Megumi moved in, didn't you?"
Wouldn't Keiichi and Belldandy's place have been a better venue
for the party?
*Something odd about that girl's voice,* Skuld thought
as she returned to her investigation.
Heh. Not as off as the subconscious image people keep getting
when they see Keiichi and Belldandy together.
* * *
It was just as Ryouga had both feet set firmly on the
ledge that a section of the drain pipe came away in his hands
in a cold, muddy splash.
P-Chan omlette anyone? Bweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*splat*
* * *
The exotic woman herself had unusual markings on her
face. Since they were the wrong color for tattoos, Nabiki
could only assume that they were part of the costume. Oddly,
though, the markings looked far too solid to be makeup,
either.
Extra space before markings.
Skuld's jaw tightened and she clenched her fists at
the waist of her costume. "I want you to go check it out. What
do you think I want?"
You're the Sailor Senshi Goddess, you check it out!
* * *
She adjusted her pot so that she could walk and took
off after the pair.
Sliding the 420 into her bust, Nabiki followed the others.
Nabiki sighed, despairing of ever finding out what was
going on. She was about to go back to the party when she
caught sight light coming out from underneath the door of a
public restroom.
caught sight of light
The girl let her lips work over Akane's stiffened
nipple for quite some time, alternately nursing and lapping at
the taut aureola.
areola - unless you mean Japanese grass...
Shaking, trembling, with an odd burning feeling deep
in her belly, Nabiki ran down the stairwell. Images off all
the times she had bathed with Akane came unbidden to her mind.
How could hew sister do something so... so...
could her
Nabiki shuddered as she reached the front of the
building's lobby. What had just happened was so shocking and
so alien to her that she had to run away. As if she had been
caged, she burst from the apartment building doors and ran out
into the night.
Oh the humanity! My sister is getting some action before I
am!
Meanwhile, back in the store room, Akane gasped as two
delicate fingers probed at her.
Stop poking my ear.
Ootaki nodded and headed back into the building. He
left Keiichi with the clipboard and photos of all the people
who weren't supposed to get in.
Seems odd, having a cat, pig and duck on the restricted list.
I let the pot-bellied pig go in because it didn't have that
bandanna.
What he could do if one of them actually showed up and
demanded entrance, he had no idea.
Belldandy, protect me!
The party was progressing pretty decently. Ranma and
Akane's dance number had been a big hit and now other partyers
were taking turns singing kareoke.
partiers ?
Megumi smiled wickedly as she led Skuld out of the
party room. They walked trough the storage room hallway, and
stepped into the elevator.
On the fifth floor, they got out and opened the door
to Megumi's apartment.
The bouncer told Nabiki the party was on the fifth floor.
Why'd they have to take the elevator?
"Ice cream..." she chanted, making her way through the
door and back towards the elevator.
I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!
Feeling warmth rising in her fingertips Akane started
to undo the buttons on her shorts. She pulled the tight vinyl
down over her boots, leaving her self completely exposed
before Ranma. The vinyl was uncomfortable in places, yet
delightful in others, especially those which she had chosen
not to cover with underwear.
herself - Hmm. Seen the picture of Miss Spears in the red
latex outfit?
Now, when the costume was off, she felt so naked, so
vulnerable...
Extra space before she.
Finished with the makeup, Ranma stood to her full
height and regarded Akane's nude body with lustful eyes. The
red-head's breath quickened and her hands began to tremble.
redhead's
Besides, for the first time, she could see the change
work through Ranma's entire body at once.
So that's where the mass from your breasts goes.
Ranma shuddered and squeezed both her breasts so
tightly it very nearly hurt. In response, Akane increased the
tension on his sac.
Ouch! Let go! *squeezes tighter*
No, you first! *clench*
OW!
ARGH!
In only a few precious seconds, Akane felt her self
regaining the sensation she had lost. Her toes curled in
anticipation and every hair on her body seemed to be standing
on end.
herself
After he finished drying himself, Ranma picked her up
again and took her into the other room and laid her down upon
her futon.
Her futon? Ranma is male at the moment. Is Akane living there
now? Are they in Megumi's room?
* * *
She began to tremble slightly, her knees rising
involuntarily as Ranma began to gently rock against her waist.
She could feel his breathing start to shallow, and realized
that there was far too much moisture between them than could
be explained by the shower.
Damn Megumi for splashing water on Ranma to see his change at
the most inopportune of times.
Ranma's mind froze back up. "R-r-ru-rub-rub..."
Ribbed for my pleasure.
Akane nodded. "Condoms... I thought..."
"You were expecting this?!?!" Ranma asked,
incredulously.
Don't need the quotation marks after 'thought..."' because Ranma
continues speaking in the next paragraph.
With out another word, Ranma reached behind Akane's
back and laid the girl back down. He started where he had left
off, nibbling slightly at Akane's lower lip and grasping at
her hips.
Without
Her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, Akane
quickly nodded. "Yes, a little, but I was expecting it. Keep
going, and I think it will stop."
Not sure you need the comma after going. Nothing like
grammer corrections to ruin the sensual mood.
Ranma repeated his motion again and again, until it
became a cycle rather than a pounding. As in the shower, Akane
seemed to lose control of her voice, moaning in a high-pitched
whine.
And Ranma's neighbors rolled their eyes after discovering that
their neighbor's girlfriend was a screamer.
Before very long, he realized that she was becoming
wet again as he stroked her clit.
Well, that's the general idea, isn't it?
Bracing himself against the wind, he walked along the
ledge, hoping to find an open window or perhaps someone who
would let him inside. Being close to midnight,most of the
windows were dark and all of them were closed.
Need an extra space after 'midnight,'
* * *
"What about you?"
I've had better.
One more peak, and she would have the carrier! Skuld
hooted, and celebrated with a spoonful of triple ripple fudge.
Oh, this was her night, indeed!
I didn't think to mention it before, but if it's a specific
name, Triple Ripple Fudge should be capitalized.
* * *
"Thanks."
After the young man passed out, Ryouga picked up some
clothes from the floor of the apartment. He quickly pulled
them on and ran out the door.
Stepping over the now unconscious young man in the process.
* * *
"So will you and Saotome-san still be getting married
any time soon?" Belldandy asked.
anytime
"He's not 'begonning'!" Skuld lamented.
Ranma: Boo.
Skuld: *runs screaming* Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
"RAAANNNMMAAA!!!! PREPARE TO DIE!!!!" An enraged,
heaving figure partially obscured by the dust from the
explosion stood in the wrecked doorway.
figure, partially obscured by the dust from the explosion,
stood (I think)
Ryouga slung the bandannas at Ranma's feet and rushed
the pigtailed martial artist. Ranma hopped over the bandannas,
allowing them to cut through the carpet and padding and embed
into the concrete underneath. Flipping over him, Ranma caught
the other young man by the shoulders and sent him sprawling to
the ground.
Should that slung be flung?
"Let's take this outside before we destroy any more of
my security deposit than we have to," Ranma sarcastically
sniped at his enemy.
anymore
Then he saw... the demon and angel... holding hands.
Something primitive inside Ryouga snapped. What he saw was
*not* supposed to happen. Ryouga gasped and lost control
of the Shi shi houkodan in his shock. Unfettered, it flew
towards Keiichi with a speed borne of Ryouga's shock and
terror.
Extra tab before Ryouga gasped... unless that's supposed to be
a new paragraph.
"I suppose that asking you why you didn't tell me you
were living in the same apartment as a shape shifting martial
artist is out of the question, then?"
shape-shifting
* * *
"How did you get here, P-chan?" Akane cooed to the
piglet. "And where is Ryouga-kun?"
Who was it that just commented that complete obliviouslness
takes skill?
"There!" Skuld gleefully shouted, waving her sensor.
"There's another one!" she cried, pointing to P-chan who was
trying to give Ranma a red-eye from his position in between
Akane's vinyl clad breasts.
Give Ranma a late night plane ride? Or an eveeeel-eye?
Ranma gave a low chuckle.
He's gonna have some explaining to do to Akane though, I wouldn't
chuckle too much.
Ryouga stared in horror as a holy rage crossed Akane's
eyes. Her eyes widening in anger, Ryouga could very clearly
see her pupils dilating.
You know... you've used Holy '...' all throughout this fic.
Holy Love, Holy Lust, Holy Rage. I sense a theme.
Tofu stepped in to intervene, but Ranma held his
shoulder. "They've had this comin' for a while, Doc. 'Sides,
Ryouga's too tough for that to hurt him."
Remember what Akane did to you on those occasions where you
made her really mad?
Um, oh yeah.
"I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU..." she
screamed, over and over again as she struck.
I think the words will hurt more than the kicks.
Ryouga blanched and turned green at Akane's
imprecations. He stood, only to be angrily slapped. He watched
for a second as Akane turned away for him and ran into Ranma's
waiting embrace. Burying her face in his chest, she began to
wail like a lost soul.
having trouble with your ls? ;> implecations
"Hey's it's okay," Ranma accepted. "Things just got
out of hand. Just don't do it again. I get rained on often
enough without the gods personally interfering," he joked.
Any chance you can turn off the curse?
"There is nothing for us to do but mourn our loss and
drown or sorrows, Tendou-kun" Genma sobbed.
our sorrows
"Oh, Nabiki, your tree costume was very cute! You
should have stayed for the kareoke. You would have been a big
hit."
karaoke
With Ranma.
And Nabiki missed it.
Nabiki sighed, and gently laughed herself to sleep.
The insane kind of laughter that places many people in an
asylum.
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Author's Notes - 10-12-2000
The single largest complaint I've received about this story,
*any* of the 'Apartment' stories for that matter is that fact
that Urd spikes Ranma and Akane's drinks. I've had numerous
requests to change it, but I'm not going to.
I'm just wondering why Ranma didn't ask to be cured. If Skuld
could turn it on and off, why can't she just leave it off?
Enjoyed the story, wondering where in the building the party
was if not their room. Karaoke was mispelled and I don't think
I pointed out every instance. Um. Good job overall, looking
forward to the new chapter. : )
Warr
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