--- Gary Kleppe <gary@garykleppe.org> wrote:

That it's
dinnertime is, I
should hope, going to be obvious as soon as we start
reading the story,

---

Four mouths chowed down on four corpses.  "I shall
split
you from your other form, but neither will survive
long
unless it eats the other," was the offer, and the
wandering magician proved good to his word.

Mousse's and Shampoo's animal forms did not move until
their human sides gave them quick, painless deaths.
Ryoga faired likewise for the most part, though
somehow
P-chan kept getting lost just trying to walk into
Ryoga's incoming fist.  Genma's panda form had given
its
human problems, though, first in apparently deciding
it
did not wish to be the eaten one after all and then,
after death, just from trying to consume its sheer
mass.
Fortunately, merely a good portion of its belly turned
out to be good enough, this being all that Genma could
stuff down his throat before the spell's grace ended
and
the rest of the panda disentigrated.

And then the group looked to Ranma, who had been
meditating on the offer.  To never be a girl
again...but
he would be killing himself!  Eating human flesh did
not
revolt him that much, not if it was absolutely
necessary
to survive.  But from what he had seen, his girl form
would have all his skills, his memories, his
personality...his soul, or at least a perfect replica
of
it.  He knew he would be okay if trapped as a girl
forever, if it meant there would be another him who
was
a guy.  But to kill such a person...

The magician's eyes rolled.  "Long have I performed
this
ritual, yet so few of those I aid can be bothered to
see
the truth.  I am forbidden from saying much more, but
this *can* end with a number."

Ranma's eyes snapped open.  "Then I am ready.  Do it."

The gathered audience exchanged confused glances as
the
familiar rainbow of sparkles settled over Ranma,
pulling
his female half out like an amoeba dividing.  Genma
slapped his head: the others had no problem with this,
and he had remembered to mostly shed his gi, but the
new
body of Ranma's quickly stretched the youth's clothes
until they lay in shreds.

He did not figure that Ranma had meant for that to
happen until he removed his hand from his face to see
what was causing the two Ranmas to keep moaning.

Ryoga was, of course, out cold from a heavy-duty
nosebleed, and even Shampoo was looking a little woozy
-
or was that envy on her face instead?  Mousse soon
tilted his head towards the magician, his way of
addressing things behind glasses so thick they
obscured
the gaze like shades, and of looking away from the
Ranmas' second mutual orgasm in ten minutes.

Before Mousse could even ask, the magician nodded, a
wide smile on his face.  "I'm more into bestiality,
but
moments like this are why I learned the spell."

---

If I was going to give this its own title,
"Narcissism:
It's What's For Dinner" might just work for the end,
no?  ^_-

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