DB Sommer wrote:

Made a mistake last time out. The prologue should have been labeled 
chapter 7, not 6

 

$Heh, been so long since I commented on these, I didn't notice.

Prologue


 

<snip>

It was too late as the plant extended itself, wrapping itself around 
Pink�s wrist several times. She tried drawing it back, but impossibly, 
the plant resisted her attempts to remove it by pulling it out of the 
ground, despite her impressive martial artist�s strength.

Link�s hand went to her belt knife. She had only just cleared the blade 

>from its scabbard when several of the plants shot out of the ground, 

wrapping themselves around her wrists and her ankles. Panicked, the 
knife slipped from Link�s grasp and fell to the ground. Frantically, she 
 

$Heheh.  The funniest comment I read about this was the one speculating 
on whether or not the knife had a hollow handle, and that was why it was 
panicking.  The image of a tentacle jammed up the back of a hollow 
handled survival knife and waving it menacingly strikes me as obscenely 
hilarious.

tried pulling, but the plants seemed to defy the laws of nature by 
remaining wrapped around her. She saw that Pink was in a similar 
predicament as other plants had wrapped themselves around her limbs, 
immobilizing her as well.

�What are we going to do?� Pink wailed.
 

$"Don't tense up too much," Link replied.
<snip>

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Early morning light shone through the window as Genma sat alone at the 
breakfast table, wringing his hands in a mix of nervousness and 
agitation. He removed the bandanna from the top of his bald scalp and 
used it to wipe the thin sheen of sweat that had trickled down to his 
eyes. His gaze shifted furtively back and forth, not focusing on any one 
thing despite the fact he was obviously seeking something. Finished with 
removing the sweat, he placed the bandanna back on his head. Unable to 
sit still, he began squirming at the table, playing with the crotch of 
his gi, where a projection could be clearly seen through the white of 
the pants, and winced.
 

$Just...  ew.

A sound came from the doorway making Genma sit stock still. He looked up 
to see the newcomer was Soun. The owner of the house waved warmly to his 
friend and sat down beside him.

Genma tried to calm himself outwardly, but failed at the effort. His 
eyes darted around the room again. Satisfied by what he saw, or more 
appropriately what he didn�t see, he turned his full attention to Soun. 
�Say, Tendou, do you still suffer from that little� problem, we have 
around this time of the month?�

 

$Soun: Stay free ultra slim.  It's not a problem anymore.

�Of course,� Soun said, adjusting the crotch of his own gi and showing 
that he too had a tent present.

 

$he, too,

Now that Genma looked at him, he saw that Soun, while not squirming as 
much as him, appeared equally anxious about something.

�I assumed that problem was why you were up so early,� Soun said. �I can 
never get a decent night�s sleep leading into this ordeal.�

Genma nodded. �No training today, especially since the boy has his 
condition. Too much potential for something bad happening.�

�It�s terrible what the master did to us,� Soun sniffled.

�You�d think after all these years things would have returned to normal, 
but no, we�re still in our out of control states. I think we have to 
face facts. What he did to us was permanent, the little bastard.�

�And so inconvenient for us,� Soun agreed. �Sometimes I wonder how I�m 
able to function at all.�

 

$Soun functioned?  Since when?

�It�s like that problem women have once a month, only worse.�

�Ten times worse,� Soun agreed. �It wasn�t even this bad when we were 
teenagers.�

Genma was about to say more when he saw a motion at the door. He made a 
shushing motion to Soun just as Kasumi entered the kitchen, dressed in 
only a bathrobe and slippers. She was in the middle of a deep yawn, and 
didn�t notice the men until she was halfway to the stove. �Oh, you two 
are certainly up early.�

Soun said, �Yes, daughter. We get up early now and then.�

Kasumi opened the door to the refrigerator and bent over, removing some 
of the ingredients needed for breakfast. �No training today, Mr. 
Saotome?� she asked with her head still in the door.

�Nuh uh.� Genma the grunt was barely intelligible as a response.

Since Kasumi�s head was still in the refrigerator, she was unaware of 
the fact his eyes were glued to her bottom as it shifted under her robe.

Soun noticed, and responded by punching Genma solidly in the ribs. That 
shifted his friend�s attention away from Kasumi�s bottom. Barely.

 

$Aww, Kasumi would probably be happy to help, as a dutiful daughter should.

Scowling meaningfully at his friend, Soun whispered in his ear, �That�s 
my daughter, Saotome.�

Genma whispered back, �Yours, not mine. She�s a healthy girl, just like 
her mother was. Attractive face. Long legs. Firm ass. Outstanding rack. 
I bet she�s great in the sack.�

Soun elbowed him in the side again. �Be that as it may, don�t get any 
ideas,� Soun said in a low hiss.

Genma nodded, though it took effort.

$What, his neck was stiff as well?

He mopped the sweat from his brow 
again.

By that time Kasumi had finished grabbing what she needed and closed the 
refrigerator. She placed the items on the counter and began rifling 
through the drawers, pulling knives and other cooking implements out. As 
she moved back and forth, the tie on her robe got caught on the handle 
of a drawer. The tie, which hadn�t been tight to begin with, came undone 
without her realizing it. As she moved away from the counter to face the 
men, her robe came open just enough to show a long line of flesh that 
started at her neck and plunged past the valley of her bosom finally 
stopping above the neatly trimmed triangle at her loins.

$Well, if it stopped above the triangle, they wouldn't be able to see if 
it was neatly trimmed or not, now would they?

�So, what would 
you two like for breakfast?�

Genma�s eyes glazed over and a line of drool trickled from his mouth. He 
rose to his feet, almost shambling forward as he said, �I�d like a piece 
of your��

 

$Could have just left it at piece.

�Toast!� Soun completed as he grabbed Genma in a tight headlock, 
clamping his jaws shut. �However, there is something Saotome and I must 
do this morning, and we will be forced to miss breakfast.� To emphasize 
his point, he began dragging Genma toward the door leading to the hallway.

�Oh,� Kasumi said, turning to watch the men go. The movement caused her 
robe to fall open even more. Now she showed a bit of areola from her 
left breast, making both men pause.

 

$I say, I could quite go for a spot of T.  And A.

Soun gulped and dragged Genma away even more forcefully, leaving Kasumi 
to stare at them in confusion.

Soun didn�t stop until both he and Genma were out the front door.

�Control yourself, Saotome,� Soun urged.

�But she was so close. All I need is a little something to take the edge 
off for a little while. Just let me spend some time with her for an hour 
or two,� Genma wailed.

�There are other recourses,� Soun assured him, keeping a tight hold on 
his head.

Genma�s struggles ceased. �There are?�

 

$Soun: Masturbation.  It's saved my life.

�Of course, I told you I still suffer from the same problem, didn�t I? 
Normally I visit some of the lonely housewives in the neighborhood 
around this time of the month. It�s one of the advantages of not being a 
salaryman: I have a pick of unattended women.�

Genma stared enviously at his friend. �Lucky. Being on the road meant 
taking what I could find. And it wasn�t always easy. There were problems 
on one or two occasions. I don�t think the boy ever knew about it, 
though. He doesn�t need to know the sordid details of our past.�

Soun nodded in agreement. �In any case, I know an adventurous lady whose 
husband is on vacation. She was the one I was planning on visiting. I 
think we can talk her into a three-way.�

�Won�t we wear her out pretty fast? I mean, she�s not as energetic as 
our wives were, is she?�

 

$Maybe if they hadn't been so energetic, they'd have lived longer.

Soun scoffed. �She hardly has that kind of stamina. I just use her in 
the morning and into the afternoon. For the evenings, I visit Ayumi�s 
old place of employment.�

�Celestia: The Source of Heavenly Bodies.� Genma grinned lasciviously.

�She�s still spoken of in awe there,� Soun confirmed. �All the girls 
know I�m her widower and treat me especially nice. I�m sure I can talk 
them into treating you as well.�

Genma slapped his hand affectionately across Soun�s shoulders. �That�s 
my Tendou. I should have known you�d have a plan. Lead on. I shall be 
close behind.�

 

$Soun: Not too close, you old freak.

The two raced down the street toward their destination.

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Benki Kojima

$Oh hell, its a random bystander character.  He's a dead, dead man.  
Probably.  They live sometimes.

yawned at the sheer boredom of it all. Being a security 
guard for a conservatory was possibly the dullest job on earth. Before 
he started working for the horticulture center, such tedium had been 
inconceivable. He was literally watching grass grow.

$If you're high enough, it's a zenlike experience.  Or so I've heard.

Still, it was a 
paying job, and while starving wasn�t as boring, it was considerably 
less desirable. One more year of college, and he�d be able to write his 
own ticket. Then he would kiss this miserable greenhouse goodbye.

 

$Heh, it could turn into a french kiss if the plants start getting too 
frisky.

Benki continued railing at his fate as he patrolled the exterior of the 
grounds. It was still an hour before the conservatory would open to the 
public. Too bad none of the female staff were interested in him. There 
was more than enough time for a quick screw just about anywhere, except 
on top of a bed of cactus. Actually, it had been so long since he had a 
woman that having a bunch of needles embedded in his ass wouldn�t be too 
bad if it meant getting some.

 

$Heheh.  Apparently, getting some plant matter embedded in his ass is 
going to be his only means of getting any.

The patrol path had taken Benki to the docking bay, where the truck 
deliveries of fertilizer arrived, when he spotted a moving truck pull up 
to one of the bays. That was curious, since there were never deliveries 
on Tuesdays.

Since ignoring the unexpected arrival meant a return to sheer boredom, 
Benki decided to check things out. He walked down to the bay and toward 
the cab of the truck just as it backed up to the rear of the building. 
He saw there were two people in the cab, both young women that appeared 
barely old enough to own a license. As he approached, the driver rolled 
down the window.

Benki said, �Excuse me. There aren�t supposed to be any deliveries on 
Tuesdays.�

The girls looked at one another. As he drew close, he saw they were 
identical twins, and cute ones too. Not at all the typical dyke female 
truckers he was used to. He sure wouldn�t mind fertilizing these two 
cuties.

 

$His stamen is ready for pollination.

The driver acted as a spokesperson. �It�s a special plant delivery.�

Benki noted a faint Chinese accent. That was doubly curious. �I didn�t 
hear anything about it. I�d better call it in.�

He started to go for his walkie-talkie when the girls exchanged another 
glance. This time it was the one on the passenger�s side who reacted. 
She opened the door to the truck and walked toward Benki. He had just 
hit the transmit switch when he saw the girl unbutton the Chinese style 
blouse she was wearing. He stood transfixed as she opened the top, 
showing off a pair of breasts.

$People on the other end of the radio are wincing at the transmit squeal 
and muttering 'Get off the button, dipshit!'

They were a touch on the small side, but 
extremely perky. They were easily the most magnificent pair he had seen 
all year, largely because he hadn�t seen any the entire year.

�Perhaps we should discuss this in the back of the truck?� she 
suggested, grabbing him by the hand and leading him toward the 
destination in question.

Benki allowed himself to be led. If she was going to bribe him with her 
body, who was he to deny the young girl the opportunity to corrupt both 
his and her morals? He�d demand the other twin do the same, of course. 
It wouldn�t be fair to make her sister put out and for her to not do so 
as well.
 

$Such a considerate man.  His logic is faultless.

She opened the door to the back and rolled it up into its housing. 
Walking backward, she curled her finger, indicating he should follow her 
inside. Transfixed by the sight of her breasts, Benki was unaware of 
anything else as he walked into the darkness of the truck.

There was a scream a moment later, then silence.

 

$Benki walked back out a moment later, eyes wide and shaken.  "Whoa, 
that plant, it just grabbed that girl!  I've got to get out of here!"  A 
moment later he added, "And get a video camera."

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Ranma hummed happily to himself as he finished touching up his 
appearance. High school bathrooms might not be the best place to make 
oneself look good, but he could manage. Not a hair was out of place, No 
 

$no shouldn't be capitalized.

zits. No signs of injury form his last fight with Ryouga. He did heal 
fast, luckily. He was his usual, handsome, suave self. He was going to 
knock his date dead.

As Ranma emerged from the bathroom and into the hall, Nabiki walked past 
at the exact same moment. She looked at him curiously. �I thought you 
would have already left. You don�t usually stick around too long after 
school. Joining a club?�

�I got a date,� Ranma tried not to preen, but couldn�t help himself.

That caught Nabiki�s interest. �Congratulations. Who�s the lucky girl?�

�Sayuri. You know, Akane�s friend.�

A snort started to escape Nabiki, but she managed to cover it up with a 
cough. It took a second for her to regain her composure. �I see. And 
she�s calling it a date?�

Ranma waffled a little. �It�s starting off as just a meeting, but you 
know how these things go. It�ll be a date by the end of the day.�

The answer satisfied Nabiki. She began grinning. �Well, remember what I 
said about being persistent with her. Not forceful, just persistent. She 
only goes for guys like that. She�ll part her legs for you, eventually.�

 

$Oddly enough, this is the only part of the fic I don't enjoy.  While I 
do like people being mean to each other, lying in order to accomplish 
that just strikes me as being... wrong.

�Yeah, thanks for the tip again,� Ranma said sincerely. �And don�t 
mention this to Akane, okay? I don�t think she�d be mad at me for dating 
one of her friends, but you never know.�

�It�ll be between you and me.� And she meant it. Having Akane tip Ranma 
off regarding Sayuri�s true nature would ruin Nabiki�s fun, after all. 
One of the driving forces in her life was the need to keep herself 
entertained, even if other people weren�t. Besides, if Ranma became 
truly irritated, she could always fall back to the old stand by and blow 
him. Guys acted like that was the best form of apology a girl could 
give.

$And christmas present.  And birthday present.  Thanksgiving.  Arbor day 
(Lets celebrate wood!).  Valentines day, too, though my wife gave me a 
pair of lab rats.  WTF?

While most people�s mouths got them into trouble, Nabiki�s had 
gotten her out of more predicaments than she could count.

A voice at the end of the hall cried out, �Ranma.�

Ranma and Nabiki saw the familiar form of Yuka heading toward them. She 
appeared delighted to see Ranma, waving happily at him as she approached.

Nabiki tilted her head slightly toward Ranma and whispered, �Don�t trust 
her. She�ll knee you in the groin the first chance she gets.�

 

$See, that's just mean.

�Believe me. I remember. She�s already tried to set me up by seducing me 
a couple of times,� Ranma whispered back.

 

<snip>

�Damn right I will. I�ll one up�� Yuka stopped abruptly as she finally 
seemed to realize who it was she was standing next to. �That is, he is 
cute, and I�d like to get to know him better. Bye-bye.� She trotted off, 
smiling sweetly on the outside while seething on the inside.

�Sometimes it�s just too easy.� Nabiki grinned to herself. She was in 
the mood to read something light, like Machiavelli. She always became 
wet when reading that.

 

$Snerk.  That's classic.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Once free of the school, Ranma ran quickly to meet Sayuri at their 
rendezvous in front of a nearby coffee shop. He was plenty early, and he 
knew girls were always late. As near as he could tell, it was a test 
they liked to give to men to see if they were prompt and patient when it 
came to dealing with the girl. Complaining about their lateness always 
seemed to anger a girl, though the girl could complain for hours on end 
if the guy was late. It was such a double-standard. If it wasn�t for 
pussy, Ranma would give up on the species altogether.

 

$Heh.  I'm sensing a sort of resigned horny bitterness, here.

Ranma was surprised to see Sayuri already waiting patiently for him. He 
looked at his watch, fearful he had made the cardinal mistake. Much to 
his relief, he was a bit early. Sayuri�s inexplicable behavior threw him 
off. What did it mean when a girl was early?

$She wanted to be the man in the relationship.

Maybe she was so enamored 
by him she wanted to spend every second she could in his presence. That 
 

They walked inside. It was a small place, neither run down or flashy. 
Ranma noticed a number of other Furinkan students already seated, since 
it was a local hang out. The two of them were given a booth in a corner, 
affording them a small measure of privacy.

�How about we get something to eat?� Ranma suggested. �I recommend the 
�Mountain o� Pork� hamburger. There�s almost as much pig as there is cow 
in it.�

Sayuri�s attitude became icy. �I am a vegetarian. I do not eat meat.�

 

$Ranma:  What about fish?
Sayuri: So long as it's a fish taco.

�Not even if it�s charbroiled to perfection with barbeque sauce 
slathered on it?�

�No.� Acid dripped from Sayuri�s voice. �I believe in animal rights and 
would never murder some poor, defenseless animal.�

 

$Heh.  It's not murder if someone else killed it first.  Besides, plants 
make air, and animals eat plants.  Save the air, eat a cow.

Rather than backing off, Ranma�s eyes narrowed slightly. �Ever have a 
Doberman use you as his personal chew toy?�

 

$Heheh.

�Ah, No,� Sayuri said.

 

$No shouldn't be capitalized.

�Been thrown into a pit of starving cats?�

�Can�t say I have.�

�Swim through shark infested water while having an open wound?�

 

$Swam

�I can�t swim.�

�Been buried in sand up to your neck and have crows try to poke your 
eyes out?�

 

$Sayuri:  Well, there was this one...  No.

�No,� Sayuri looked like she was ready to bolt.

�Just as I thought. You don�t get out much. Take it from someone that�s 
actually been out in nature, the only right animals are interested in is 
getting something to eat, and frequently that means eating another 
animal. Not only do I respect that right, but I follow their example. 
Take it from someone who�s had some personal experience. The next time 
you go to the zoo and pass by a Bengal Tiger in a cage, remember, while 
you may look at him and think of him as a proud and noble beast, he�s 
wondering if he could start dining on you by ripping your leg off, or if 
it would be easier to start gnawing on your ankle and work his way up.�

 

$Pandas, too.  That bamboo shoot fetish is just an act.

It was hard to argue things when he put it that way. Unwilling to 
concede his point, Sayuri said, �I�m still a vegetarian.�


 

�That�s actually very thoughtful of you,� Sayuri admitted. From what 
girls said, they were lucky if a guy bothered to find out their last 
name, which further convinced Sayuri that her sexual orientation was for 
the best. Girls treated each other far better than guys treated them. 
 

$Oh, yeah?  When was the last time a guy looked at a pretty girl across 
the room and said something like 'She's trying too hard.  Her bra strap 
is showing.  That dress makes her look like a total slut.  She should 
have worn a looser shirt to hide those pounds.  What'd she apply that 
eyeshadow with, a shovel?' unless he was already talking to a girl and 
thought it'd be a good way to get in her panties?

However, Ranma was proving a bit different. How unfortunate he wasn�t a 
girl, or maybe they could go out on a real date.

Ranma waved a piece of paper in the air. �I even found a �buy one 
admission get the second free� coupon.�

Then again, maybe the thoughtfulness was just an aberration. �By all 
means, lead on, you big spender you,� she said dryly.

Inwardly, Ranma smiled. Women liked it when a guy showed some attention 
to their interests, and showing her he had good monetary sense would 
impress her as well.

$Oh, well, you win some, you lose some.

He�d get into her pants by the end of the night.

 

$Y'know, I really thought he'd do it, too, though my mind kept throwing 
up unlikely scenarios involving his girl side, all his clothes catching 
on fire, and having to rifle through her closet.

The pair walked up to the admission�s booth. The girl behind the glass 
was incredibly pale and emaciated. She stared off into the distance, her 
eyes focusing on nothing, not even the two people in front of her.
 

$Ecstasy is some rough stuff.  Don't do drugs, kids.

�Two please.� Ranma said as he showed her the coupon. He hoped she

$Two, please

wasn�t high or something. He never approved of drugs that affected one�s 
mind. They weren�t healthy, and a good blow to the head had much the 
same effect. He never suffered from lack of those.

�Admission� is� free,� the girl said slowly, not the slightest bit of 
emotion in her voice.

�Nice.� Maybe Ranma could forgive her for flying as high as a kite if it 
meant not having to pay.

Sayuri paused in front of the booth. �Excuse me, but you wouldn�t happen 
to be related to someone named Gosunkugi, would you?�

�No.�

�Oh, I was just wondering since you look so much like him,� Sayuri 
explained.
 

$Implying that Gos is regularly buggered about by brutal plantlife?

The attendant said, �Make� certain� you� visit� the� center� of� the� 
conservatory� where� the� master� awaits� you.�


 

Entering the first area revealed a number of brightly colored flowers in 
carefully maintained rows that were very aesthetically pleasing even to 
Ranma�s eye. Sayuri seemed captivated by them, admiring them as she read 
each placard that was bolted to the railing lining the pathway they 
walked on. Each sign was dedicated to one of the species of plants in 
the room and had a great deal of information on them.

 

$Heheh.  My wife has gotten to almost hate going to museums and zoos for 
the same reason.  She wanders through and looks at stuff, I'm over there 
reading the placards.  All of them.

Ranma waited patiently, letting Sayuri�s mood become increasingly 
delighted. He thought the time was right, and was just about to casually 
put his arm across her shoulders, when a man in a uniform appeared from 
a door that led to a different plant-filled room. Like the girl in the 
booth, he too was pale and emaciated, his eyes showing as much focus as 
hers.

�You� must� go� this� way.� He indicated the path he had just come from.

�Actually I wanted to go that way.� Sayuri pointed to a different 
 

$Actually,

doorway to the left. Beyond it one could just make out a desert scene 
and several cacti standing tall.


 

<snip>

They walked down the pathway a couple of meters when Sayuri stopped to 
read another placard. �Hmm. A Yellow Lily. Interesting. I didn�t think 
they grew in the rainforest.� She tried looking for it, but her eyes 
alighted on something else first. Something that made her recoil in disgust.

�What is it?� Ranma asked.

�Look.� Sayuri pointed at the plant.

�Double yuck,� Ranma agreed. �It looks like someone�s dick.� He wondered 
if he should throw in a boast about his being larger.

�It must be someone�s idea of a joke, and not a very funny one, at 
that.� Sayuri tried walking away, but found that she had somehow ended 
up with a vine wrapped around one of her legs. She cursed as she tried 
to unwrap it. �These guys really need to trim the bushes around here. 
The overgrowth is getting ridiculouAAAAAAAH!�

 

$Hehehe.

Sayuri found herself lifted into the air by the vine. Her skirt and top, 
which had not been tucked into the skirt, obeyed the laws nature lay 
down before them and adjusted to their new center of gravity by falling 
downward. She now showed off the lacy bra and white see-through panties 
she had chosen to wear in case Ranko had come along on the meeting with 
Ranma.

Upon seeing Sayuri pulled into the air, dangling on the end of the vine, 
Ranma�s first instinct had been to grab her. Noticing what she was 
wearing underneath her skirt, Ranma instead froze, staring at the dark 
patch of hair whose outline was visible through the nearly transparent 
material.

 

$Whee.  Let the fanservice commence.

�I knew she was hot to trot,� Ranma said to himself. Chicks didn�t wear 
see-though underwear on a date unless they were looking to get some.

A second scream of fright snapped Ranma out of his reverie. His date was 
being dragged off into the bushes by someone other than him. That was 
unacceptable!

$Heh.  That's cute.

Even as she disappeared through the foliage, he ran off 
the path and through the forest, following hot on her trail.

They emerged simultaneously into the center of the arboretum. His eyes 
bulged at the bizarre plant that was on display. It appeared to be a 
Venus Flytrap, one five meters tall and six meters thick. A massive 
number of vines radiated outward from the base of the plant, all of them 
ending in long, thick, phallic shapes, creeping out Ranma to no end. He 
saw that Sayuri wasn�t the only captive of the plant as at least a dozen 
other men and women had fallen victim to the vines as well. They seemed 
to be from all walks of life, from the skinny to the obese, from the 
tall to the short, from the attractive to the ugly. The one thing they 
had in common was that the vines had inserted themselves in every 
available orifice they could find, pumping in and out of them 
vigorously. That was just wrong. Plants were not supposed to go in 
places like that.

 

$Yeah, those orifices are reserved solely for the use of fungi.

It was at that moment that the vines withdrew from one of the people. 
Ranma saw that fallen man was incredibly emaciated and pale, just like 
the other two people working in the conservatory. Now it all fell into 
place.

 

$Oh, this must be one of those new weight loss clinics.  They'll pump 
the pounds right out of you!

�Seems like a guy can�t go for a little walk in a park without some damn 
tentacle plant going around and raping everything in sight.�

 

$Sad, but true.  Some days it just doesn't pay to leave the house 
without your iron, padlocked underwear.

�Ranma, save me!� Sayuri shouted at the top of her lungs as several 
other vines whipped out from the base of the plant and toward her.

What a perfect opportunity to impress his date. Saving her from a 
rapist, even one of the botanical kind, would get him bonus points like 
nothing else could. Boldly Ranma proclaimed, �Have no fear. I�ll rescue 
you from this deviant plant and its perverse plans.� He leveled a finger 
at the plant and said, �Get ready for some Saotome Style DDT, you 
overgrown weed.�

 

$I think there's been a little too much sailor moon influence here.  
First the enemy is using a hairbrained scheme to suck innocent people's 
energy, and now he's making speeches about how he's going to punish it?

Ranma leapt into the air, drawing his hand back in order to cut through 
the vines with a vicious chop, when he sensed an attack. He twisted his 
body into a ball and used one of the more difficult techniques of the 
Anything Goes School to change his path in mid-air. It was more a case 
of sensing rather than seeing the weighted steel net flash past him and 
land on top of one of the plant�s victims, snaring him helplessly within 
its metal embrace.

Landing acrobatically on his feet, Ranma tried to locate the origin of 
the attack. Nets didn�t seem like the plant�s motif, which implied it 
had some assistance of the human kind. His guess proved accurate as a 
figure darted from out of its cover and toward him. He saw it was a 
girl, roughly his age, dressed in a Chinese dress which accentuated her 
slender yet sexy figure. She was a good-looking girl, the kind that, 
while not of supermodel proportions, would still make a man look twice 
as she walked past. Also of note where the two wooden sticks in her hand 
which he identified as tonfa. From the look of anger on her face, she 
 

$hand, which

was ready to use them on him.

 

�Ah, you ain�t so tough,� he boasted and cautiously headed toward the 
shrubs she lay behind.

It was at that moment that Sayuri screeched, gaining Ranma�s attention. 
He mentally chided himself for forgetting about her, even for a moment. 
He looked up to see that a number of vines had wrapped themselves around 
her limbs, not only suspending her in mid-air, but spread-eagling her at 
the same time. It made for quite the sight.

 

$I bet.

The momentary distraction cost Ranma as a blur came from the greenery at 
his left. His reflexes were such that he probably could have warded off 
the attack, but he became distracted a second time in as many seconds as 
his brain processed who was attacking him: the exact same girl that had 

 

Ranma used the opening to leap up to his feet. The girl lunged at him, 
but Ranma was quicker, leaping high and backward into the rain forest. 
The girl tensed her feet and followed suit with a leap of her own.

As Ranma sailed backward, passing the apex of his leap, his hand went 
out to snag the very top of a young sapling, grabbing it firmly. Unable 
to bear his weight, the sapling bent downward and back. Ranma landed on 
the ground, nearly bringing the top of the tree low enough to touch the 
earth as well.

The girl was still hot on Ranma�s trail, now at the apex of her own 
leap. Ranma waved at her, then released his hold on the sapling.

$That's pretty cool.

Like an 
uncoiled spring, it whipped upward back toward its original position. 
The girl�s eyes widened in horror as the sapling caught her full in the 
chest and face, not only arresting her flight, but reversing it. One of 
her tonfa fell to the ground with a clatter as her body was sent sailing 
into the foliage once again.

Sayuri�s voice caught Ranma�s attention again as she cried out, �Stop 
it, you perverted thing! I�m not a plant, so quit trying to pollinate me!�

Ranma couldn�t help but turn his full attention to Sayuri plight as the 
plant�s phallic vines, which up to that point had been content to merely 
rub themselves against their victim though her panties, decided that was 
sufficient foreplay. Forcing themselves into the waistband, the vines 
effortlessly tore the undergarment to shreds off, leaving Sayuri splayed 
wide open for Ranma to see.
 

$Sayuri: Hey!  Who's going to pay for that?  Those things are expensive!
Ranma had better get his act together.

�Nice.� Ranma whistled appreciatively. It was definitely wrong for a 
nice pussy like that to be clamped shut as tightly as Sayuri kept it. 
Like Ranma�s mother always said, the gods made a woman�s pussy to be 
fucked, and they designed guys to do the fucking. It was only natural. 
Of course, Sayuri had every right to choose who would be doing the 
fucking, but she ought to choose, rather than remaining so frigid.

Again Ranma�s libidinous

$Heh, I'm going to have to assume you spelled that one correctly.  Not a 
word I use a whole lot, I'm afraid.  Not that I could pronounce it anyway.

thoughts cost him as an attack came from an 
unexpected quarter once more. Despite the back of his mind being 
prepared, it was the head between his legs that was doing most of the 
thinking at that moment. Thus, when the girl came at Ranma from the 
opposite direction she had flown of in, she again landed a couple of 
blows as he tried vainly to defend himself.


 

Ranma cleared his throat, gaining their attention and ending the 
argument. �Now, now, ladies. I would have beaten you anyway. This just 
means I�ll win even quicker.� He considered the girls for a moment. 
�Since you seem so much healthier than anyone else, I�m assuming you�re 
the masterminds behind this plot to use this giant asparagus to rape 
everyone. Why don�t you go ahead and brag to me about what your plans 
are, since I�ll be ruining them in a few seconds anyway?�

�It is not our plan, rather, it is a plan of the master.� Pink pointed 
at the plant. �We were captured and forced to do his bidding,�

Ranma was bewildered. �You�re taking orders from that?�

The plants mouth suddenly began moving, uttering a series of bizarre noises.

Link translated, �The master says that your disbelief is typical of the 
racism against plants and highlights his purposed to coming to 
civilization.�

�Racism against plants?� Ranma asked, completely bewildered.

The plant made more noise.

Pink translated. �Yes, the master said he is tired of you depraved 
mammals ignoring plant rights and treating them like they are unworthy 
of life. You sick creatures murder billions of plants every year, even 
breeding them to be eaten when all they want is to be left alone.

$Despite the vegetarian/meatitarian conversation earlier, I didn't see 
this coming at all.  I mean, who ever heard of a tentacle monster having 
a reason? 

Is it 
not enough that they create the oxygen you need to survive? And you 
repay them by eating or cutting them and displaying their dead bodies 
for decoration. It is unacceptable. Therefore the master has come to the 
city to enlighten your population and make you accept plants as your equal.�

�He�s raping every thing that moves.�

The plant babbled again.

Link took her turn. �The master says this is symbolic of the rape you 
humans have inflicted against plants across the world.�

�It ain�t symbolic! He�s actually doing it! And this ain�t about no 
plant rights. He�s trying to take over the world by sucking off the 
energy he gets by screwing people and then enslaving them so he can lure 
more people here.�

The plant spoke again.

Pink said, �Obviously you are unwilling to listen to reason, therefore 
your mind will be opened just as the others were.�

 

$I don't think it's his mind thats going to get pried open...

�Quit acting like it�s a spur of the moment decision. You were going to 
do that anyway!� Ranma shouted.

The discussion finally broke Sayuri down as the vines hovered menacingly 
at her orifices. �Please, Ranma, get me away from this thing! I�ll do 
anything, even go on a date with you!�

 

$That'll work.

�You got it!� Ranma felt like jumping for joy. Admittedly, this wasn�t 
the way he would normally go about securing a date, but he was hardly 
stupid enough to refuse to take the opportunity presented to him.

Pink laughed. �In order for us to better serve the master, as well as 
binding us properly to him, he has shared some of his vast energy with 
us. We are more powerful than ever, and our reflexes are even quicker. 
You might have been able to beat us individually, but together we�ll 
kick your ass in seconds.�

�Hardly, I�ll� what�s that behind you?� Ranma urgently pointed behind them.

�Like anyone falls for that,� Link said.

�I thought I saw something near that tree,� Pink said, her attention 
focused on something behind her.

Link screeched, �You idiot! He�s tricking you!�

Unfortunately for Link, screaming at her sister�s naivet� meant focusing 
her attention to her. Ranma ran forward, grabbed the girls by the sides 
of their heads, and then brought them together with a resounding thud. 
Both of the twins hit the ground, stunned.

Ranma took a moment to admire his handiwork. �That takes care of that.�

While Ranma finished off the pair, Sayuri�s predicament grew direr as 
one of the phallic shaped vines had drawn up near her face. �No, don�t 
do it! I�ll respect plant rights. I�ll swear off being a vegetarian and 
only eat meat!�

 

$Be sure and take plenty of vitamin pills.  Scurvy is nasty.

Unimpressed by her declaration, the vine forced its way into her mouth, 
making her cries turn into muffled gags.

$Heh, typical.

Another was quick to follow, 
forcing its way up her backside

$O_o

while the largest one of all jammed 
itself up her pussy.

 

$....do what?  No, no, I didn't see that coming at all.  Was sorta 
expecting him to save her, to tell you the truth.  A little dental 
examination, fine.  Easy to stay fairly detached.  But all the way?  
Oooh.  That probably hurts.

Ranma winced. �Ouch! That looks seriously uncomfortable. I�d better 
save�� Ranma�s heroic speech ended suddenly as vine rose up before him. 
Unlike the others, this was large and round, almost the size of a beach 
ball. �What the heck?�

The ball burst suddenly, sending a cloud of spores his way. Ranma 
stopped breathing, not even taking a deep breath. He tensed up to leap, 
but just as he was about to do so, two hands grabbed onto his ankles, 
preventing him from going anywhere other than face first into the 
ground. The impact made him take a deep breath, catching a lungful of 
the spores. Instantly, he became senseless as the spores acted as a 
sedative, nearly rendering him unconscious.

 

$Really, plants don't release spores.  They release pollen.  So really, 
what he just inhaled was a big old lungful of plant jizz.  Kinda like 
what we breathe spring, summer, and fall.

Pink and Link rose to their feet, unaffected by the spores due to their 
connection to the plant.

�I told him we�d kick his ass,� Pink said smugly. �I think for this 
chapter, I�ll write, �The loudmouth braggart fell before my outstanding 
prowess�.�

�The master had more to do with his defeat than we did,� Link pointed out.

�So it was a team effort. Since I�m the quarterback, I should get the 
main credit.�

�The master would be the quarterback in this case.�

�The master has no interest in being in the public spotlight, so he 
won�t mind if he�s reduced to a minor role in my book.�

�The master intends to take over the world, I don�t think that leaves 
much of a market for your book.�

 

$Pink: Of course it would, since I helped him do it.  Exclusive 
publishing rights.  Compulsory purchase.  Required reading.  It could 
become the bible of the new millennium!  'The memoirs of Pink: How you 
became slaves.'

�Quit pestering me with minor details,� Pink said huffily.

While the twins argued, the plant in question hoisted Ranma�s senseless 
form up in the air, just like it had Sayuri. The vines wasted no time in 
forcing their way into the waistband of Ranma�s pants, ripping both them 
and his boxers to shreds. Immediately one of the phallic shaped heads 
position itself next to his anus. The moistened head drew back like a 
serpent, then surged forward, forcing its way past his sphincter and 
into his bowels.

 

$...oh, bugger.  What, is it after more fertilizer?  Seriously, I wasn't 
expecting that.  Oh, well, Ranma and Sayuri will get plenty of 
opportunities to form a lasting relationship when they visit the local 
rape counselor together.  Though I doubt Sayuri will be very sympathetic 
to him, given he failed to rescue her in time.
    Sayuri:  Yeah, he screamed like a little bitch.
    Ranma: Hey!
    Sayuri:  And I don't see where you get to complain, either, guys are 
always saying they just want to 'give it a try, see what it's like'.
    Ranma: Now I know why the caged bird sings.

It rested like that for a moment, than the plant roared out in pain.

 

$Eh?

The effect on Ranma was instantaneous as he felt a surge of energy flow 
into him, burning the spores out of his system. His eyes opened wide and 
he jerked at the sudden influx of power surging through his body. His 
cock instantly turned into a bar of iron.

 

$Some sort of legacy his father's conditions passed on to him?

The plant writhed in obvious pain, casting all of its other victims 
aside as it withdrew its vines from them. All save the one in Ranma, 
which, while it jerked back and forth, unable to remove the vine from 
his opening. Instead the plant continued howling as its energy was 
drained off, withering badly.

Feeling the intruder shifting around in his bottom helped Ranma 
concentrate on what had happened, and was happening to him. �You jerk!

$I was saving myself for Kuno!

You�re going to pay for ramming your stem up my backside!�

$Rape really isn't funny.  Unless you're raping a clown, of course.

Ranma tried 
using the newfound power that was flowing through him. Ever since his 
fight with Keiko�s eunuch bodyguard, Shinji, Ranma had been trying to 
duplicate the �Bellowing Tiger Strike�, but to no avail. He just didn�t 
know how to manipulate his chi for external attacks. But now, with the 
power coursing through him, he had more than enough to do as he pleased. 
 

$do with as he

A moment�s concentration was all it took to send the power to his hands, 
causing a nimbus of blue to form around them.

The light glowed brighter as Ranma built up the charge by waving his 
hands in a circle. �This is it, pal! Anything Goes School of Martial 
Arts Final Attack: It�s Only An Exit, Not An Entrance!�

Ranma unleashed an indigo beam of energy nearly three meters wide. The 
ray hit the plant squarely in its head. The whole plant, right down to 
its roots, burst open like an overripe tomato, splattering one side of 
the room in floral gore. It was like a tornado had torn through a garden.

 

$I guess he tossed it's salad, all right.

All of the remaining vines went limp. Ranma grunted as he removed the 
one dangling from his ass. He felt his stomach roil as he stared at it.

$roll

�I ain�t never eating a salad again as long as I live.� He looked down 
at his hands. While he knew he was powerful, he had never been capable 
of anything like that before. Moreover, he still felt the odd energy 
flowing through his body, though not in as large a quantity as before 
the blast.

$Pure H energy.

Aside from making his skin tingle, it was turning his rod 
hard like never before. As rigid as it was, he probably could hit a nail 
through a two by four with it. His need to get off was so great, he 
thought he�d explode. He was going to need relief, and soon.

Concerns about his groin�s agitated state were derailed as identical 
cries of pain came from Ranma�s left. He turned and saw Pink and Link 
writhing on the ground in agony.

�What is it?� Ranma asked as Sayuri, walking bow-legged, joined him at 
his side.

Link gasped out, �I�m� I�m not sure. The master, I mean that damn plant, 
kept us under its control by continuously feeding us energy when it had 
its way with us. Every time we orgasmed it would simultaneously drain us 
and fill us with some of the stuff it stole. Now that it�s dead, I think 
we�re suffering from withdrawal. Oh god it hurts.�
 

$I think her last sentance would have more impact with all the words 
jammed together, like she gasped it.

Ranma felt bad for them. No one deserved to be manipulated by vegetation 
bent on global domination. �What can I do to help?�

Pink�s hand slipped under her dress and she began to finger herself. �We 
need another dose of that energy. I think if we get one more dose, 
without it draining us at the same time, we�ll be all right.�

 

$Oscar winning material, no.  A setup for a lemon scene, oh yes.

Ranma looked at his hands, the ones that unleashed his chi attack. �I 
think I absorbed some of its energy when it tried to take mine. I�m not 
sure how, but I am a kick ass martial artist. No leafy vegetable can 
beat me in a straight on fight.�

As Link began fingering herself, she gasped out, �If that�s true, then 
you can give us the energy and cure us.�
 

$Heheh.

A grin split Ranma�s features, �And you�ll want me to deliver you this 
energy by�?�

�Having sex with us,� Pink finished.

Ranma looked to the heavens, tears running down his cheeks. He cried 
out, �Yes! There is a god, and he loves me.� Ranma was about to live out 
every man�s fantasy: having sex with hot twins. It was the best day of 
his life, being sodomized not withstanding.

$There's something fundamentally wrong with saying, "Yeah, except for 
getting ass raped, my day was great!"

There was only one tiny problem.

Ranma turned to Sayuri. Melodramatically, he said, �I�m sorry, but I 
have to help these two poor victims of that awful plant�s evil 
machinations, and there�s only one way to do it. If there was any other 
way.� He paused, mostly to keep from continuing with, �I�d ignore it and 
fuck them anyway.�

 

$Heheh.  Remarkable restraint.  Almost OOC, even.

Sayuri nodded in understanding. �Of course, you have to help these 
attractive, nubile, sexy girls. I�d never forgive you if you didn�t.�

Her quick acceptance took him aback, but only momentarily. �You�re so 
understanding.�

�I cannot ignore their plight,� Sayuri said sagely. �In fact, while 
you�re helping one, I�ll keep the other�s motor running.�

 

$Heh, she's just going to keep pushing the start button.

Ranma�s head jerked in confusion. �Keep her motor running?� And he could 
have sworn she said something about �Never having eaten Chinese before� 
under her breath.

Rather than explaining things, Sayuri demonstrated her intentions by 
grabbing the writhing Pink�s legs and prying them apart. She forced her 
head between them, grabbing the girl�s hand and removing her fingers 

>from her pussy. Pink�s moans of frustration were eased as Sayuri lowered 

her head and began to enthusiastically lick her mound. Her tongue 
pierced the soft folds, delving deep with expert skill.

Ranma stared, dumbfounded. While Akane had assured him Sayuri was a nice 
girl, he had no idea she�d be willing to go to such great lengths to 
help someone in need, and a complete stranger at that. Truly she was a 
good person, and a talented muff-diver, if Pink�s moans were any indication.

 

$She is truly a saint.

There was another cry of pain from Link, much louder and sharper than 
before. The girl appeared to be in even worse shape than her sister. It 
was Ranma�s solemn duty to jump her bones and deliver her from the pain 
she was in.

Raising the hem of her one-piece Chinese style dress, Ranma was 
delighted to discover a lack of underwear. Perhaps that wasn�t really a 
surprise, given her statements about the evil plant having its way with 
her on a regular basis, and the fact it seemed to consider undergarments 
an impediment to be destroyed.

 

$I knew it wasn't all bad.

Being so close to a girl that was in essentially in heat drove Ranma 
into a frenzy, thanks to the excess sexual energy that still coursed 
through his veins.

$A few veins, at any rate.

He freed his now painful hard on from its confinement 
in his pants. His cock sprang to life, its head purple and so sensitive 
even the warm, humid air excited it.

Wasting no time, Ranma grabbed Link by the ankles and held them high in 
the air. Roughly he pulled her body to his, her dress riding up to her 
hips as she was dragged along the ground. He pulled her closer until 
their groins touched. As his cock brushed up against her hand, Link 
seemed to sense that it held the cure to all her aches, and removed her 
hand from her pussy. She grabbed his manhood and pulled it to her 
opening. Ranma pushed his hips forward, only managing to get the head 
and an inch into her before encountering stiff resistance.

�That�s it! Keep going!� Link moaned as her writhing began to shift from 
pain to pleasure.

Ranma backed his hips up slightly, and pushed forward again, barely 
getting another inch inside. He couldn�t believe how tight her pussy was.

 

$Odd, would have expected her to be a little looser, given the plant's 
proclivities.

�More. More. I need it all!� Link groaned.

Since she asked so nicely, she would receive. Ranma shifted his grip 

>from her ankles to her hips so he could gain some real leverage. He 

pulled back, a little bit of the pink of her inner lining showing as it 
tried to keep him inside. Again he shoved forward with more force than 
he would normally use. This time he rammed a bit more than an inch 
inside. Again and again he repeated the motion until finally his hairy 
groin mashed up against hers.

Ranma paused for a moment, savoring the sensations. Link was much 
tighter than Keiko had been. With a pussy that felt as nice as this, he 
could understand why the plant had wanted her as a slave. He couldn�t 
condone its actions, but he could understand them.

 

$Really, it was the trying to keep it all to itself that made it a 
menace that had to be destroyed.

With needs of his own to take care of, Ranma began moving his cock back 
out, her insides clinging tightly to him, not wanting him to go. The wet 
warmth of her depths was too much for him to resist, and he only pulled 
halfway out before thrusting in again. Link cried out in approval at his 
action. Ranma repeated it, faster and harder this time.

�It�s so good! Fill me up! I need it bad� Link cried out, her Chinese 
accent becoming more pronounced.
 

$Apparently, the chinese don't use commas at the end of their dialogue.

�It�s coming, babe.� Ranma grunted as, with her blessing, he forcefully 
 

$babe," Ranma

took her, driving his hips back and forth, impaling her on the ground 
with his shaft. As full of pride as Ranma was, and wanting her tight 
snatch to hold on to his rod for the next five hours or so, even he 
could tell he wasn�t going to be able to hold off for long; he was 
running way to hot. At least he had the consolation that his stamina was 
 

$way too hot

being affected by the plant�s energy, and not due to some shortcoming on 
his part.

 

$Link: Aww, it's okay honey, you'll do better next time.
Ranma: Today...  I am not a man.

Ranma tried thinking of anything to distract him. While jackhammers and 
pistons didn�t seem to work, envisioning his father naked went a great 
deal toward solving his problem. But even that vision of horror couldn�t 
hold his torrent of passion for long. Ranma�s thrusting lasted just 
under five minutes before he erupted as hard as he ever had. He released 
his pent up ardor in a veritable gusher, transferring both seed and 
energy into Link. His eruption triggered a climax of Link�s own, and 
Ranma groaned in pleasure as her tight insides coaxed even more sperm 
out of his shaft. It was like a hand was massaging his cock inside her.

After several seconds, both youths were left panting in a sweaty heap. 
In the back of Ranma�s mind (about the only higher function that wasn�t 
relishing the sensation of having screwed a hot girl) he noted that 
Link�s pervious discomfort

$previous

seemed to have diminished, though despite her 
cries of pleasure, she still didn�t appear completely comfortable. He 
could sympathize as, despite having come so hard, he still felt sexually 
aroused, and the unmistakable flavor of the plant�s energy remained in 
his body.


 

Ranma walked over to Sayuri and tapped her on the shoulder.

She didn�t respond.

Ranma tapped her again.

 

$He's not going to win any friends that way.

She continued lapping away.

He shook her by the shoulder.

Sayuri turned on him and viciously snapped, �What?! Can�t you see I�m 
eating?�

 

$It's not polite to talk with your mouth full.

�I have to take care of her with the excess energy I have.� Ranma 
grabbed his cock and moved it up and down to remind her.

The glazed look left Sayuri�s eyes. �Oh, right.� She pouted slightly.

Ranma pointed over his shoulder. �There�s another one you can take care 
of if you really want.�

Sayuri looked at the still heaving Link. Her face scrunched up slightly, 
 

$slightly.

�Leftovers. Better than nothing, I guess.� More eagerly than her words 
might have indicated, she went over to Link�s side. After a moment�s 
indecision, she fell to her knees and picked up where she had left off 
with Pink.

 

$Ah, her first taste of second hand man spunk.  Methinks she's going to 
develop a taste from it, and turn into a cock sucking fool with an 
insatiable thirst for cum...  Or she's going to floss really well tonight.

That was some girl, Ranma thought to himself, then remembered there were 
more important things to take care of, namely his cock and the naked 
girl in front of him. She looked up at him in longing, Sayuri�s absence 
finally registering.

Ranma mounted her, amazed as, unlike her sister, he managed to sink his 
entire length into her in one thrust. He was easily able to shuttle back 
and forth, a wonderful, if different sensation than her twin. Taking 
Link had been like storming a castle with archers at the walls and a 
moat filled with piranha surrounding it. Pink was like an open air arena 
with the doors wide open and a marching band inviting him in. It made 
things easier as he was able to �get to work�, and began shuttling back 
and forth into her.
 

$If he's got to take the shuttle to get from one end to the other, maybe 
she's a little TOO loose....

The differences in the girls were more than just the tightness of their 
pussies. While Link had been content to lay there and urge Ranma on, 
Pink was for more proactive. She wrapped her legs around his back and 
her arms locked around his neck in a tight grip, ensuring he couldn�t 
escape, not that he wanted to. Even Ryouga wouldn�t have been able to 
pry him off this eager fuck and her loose but comfortable pussy. She 
rose her hips up, trying to keep his cock in her as long as he could. 
 

$she could.

The difference between the girls was night and day. Not that one was 
better than the others, just that he assumed since they were twins they 
would be identical in every way. He supposed this was turning into an 
educational experience in more ways than one.

The two continued like that for some time. Ranma would have liked to try 
a different position, but Pink remained clinging tightly to him, intent 
on never letting go. He more than satisfied himself by continuing to 
pound away. Due to her heightened sensitivity, courtesy of her former 
enslavement, his actions triggering a number of orgasms in the girl. 
Since he had come once already, Ranma had plenty of endurance this time 
around. He continued with a steady, continuous rhythm that held equal 
amounts of tempo and strength. It seemed to be exactly what the girl 
wanted as she came in five minute intervals, crying out in delirious joy 
each time and telling Ranma to keep going.

They continued that way for nearly a half hour, but eventually even 
Ranma couldn�t hold off any longer. As he pounded away, he warned, �I�m 
about to come.�

�Wait,� Pink gasped out. �Let me get off one more time, and I�ll 
dedicate a chapter to you.�

 

Ranma: Babe, by the time I finally come, it's going to be worth VOLUMES.

�Huh?� Ranma asked.

Surprisingly, the offbeat nature of the question distracted Ranma enough 
that he was able to hold off his climax until Pink came once more. As 
she tightened on his shaft again, it sent Ranma over the top, and he 
erupted for the second time of the night. The remaining energy purloined 

>from the plant flowed out of him and into Pink as well. She cried out at 

the top of her lungs, then went limp, lying motionless on her back with 
a blissful smile on her lips.

At first Ranma was afraid she had climax too hard, that the plant energy 
 

$climaxed

had some horrible side effect, but a quick check showed she was merely 
resting. The influx of energy (undoubtedly in conjunction with his 
talented lovemaking) had left Pink with that petite morte stuff he had 
read about in one of Kasumi�s Harlequin romance novels.

 

$pretty sure Harlequin shouldn't be capped.

With the edge taken off his own ardor, Ranma decided he needed a 
breather. He looked over to check on how Link was doing. Evidently she 
was fine, as she was moaning under the assault she was receiving 
courtesy of Sayuri�s fingers. Ranma was amazed to see four of them 
jammed into the girl�s tight little snatch, with Sayuri perched on top 
of her, playing with the prone girl�s breast through her outfit.

�Never had a pussy licking as good as that, have you?� Sayuri asked, a 
hint of cockiness in her voice.

�No, never!� Link cried out.

�I�m better than some stupid plant, aren�t I?� Sayuri said.

�Yes, yes!� Link cried out.

�Tell me who your Big Sister is.�

�You are!� Link cried out as her whole body shook in what was an obvious 
climax.

 

$Hah! 

Once it had passed, with a smirking Sayuri admiring her handiwork, 
licking Link�s juices from her fingers, Ranma cleared his throat.

Sayuri jumped, as though she had been nudged with a cattle prod. She 
laughed nervously as she turned in Ranma�s direction. �Looks like I got 
carried away in the heat of the moment.�

�A little,� Ranma admitted.

�Don�t let Ranko know about it, okay? I wouldn�t want her to get the 
wrong idea. It was� the plant. Yes. It affected me when it forced its 
way into my body. Normally I�m not that� forceful. Unless Ranko likes 
the idea of having a �Big Sister�, of course. Then it would be okay.�

�Uh, I�m really not sure.� Ranma had this horrible feeling he was 
missing something.

 

$Oh, come on.  Even Ranma's not that dense.  Not that I'm insisting you 
change it, it's more a petite outrage.

Further thoughts on the matter were killed instantly as a familiar voice 
said in a Kansai drawl, �Whal, whal, whal. Lookee here, boys. It looks 
to be like we�ve dun stumbled upon discovered bunch of pre-verts engaged 
 

$To the 'post-vert' comment Michael made:  Heh!

in an orgy. And we got the paint boy on the scene as well, applying a 
basecoat to a bunch of these here people, no doubt.�
 

$Ranma:  Actually, I was just finishing up with the high gloss and 
thinking about breaking out the latex trim...  Wait, what the hell are 
you talking about?

Ranma winced upon seeing the now altogether too familiar figure of 
Sheriff Heero T. Justice and his posse of deputies, looking upon the 
scene with his trademark mirrored sunglasses with disdain.

Sheriff Justice surveyed the scene, toothpick in his mouth. �Judging by 
the way so many of the participants look pale and thin, I bet there were 
drugs involved.�

�It could be a cult, Chief,� one of deputies provided.

He spit the toothpick on the ground. �The only thing I hate more than a 
pre-vert is a bunch of pre-verts hanging around together being pre-verted.�

�It�s not our fault!� Ranma shouted. �It�s because of that plant�� He 
started out pointing at the blasted remains, then stopped. His shoulders 
slumped in defeat. �Never mind. You wouldn�t believe it anyway. Just 
lock me up.� He held his hands out, wrists close together.

Sheriff Justice slapped the handcuffs on him. �Round �em up, boys. 
Jail�s going to be full tonight.�

 

$Ranma:  Why does it always end in sodomy?!  WHY, GOD, WHY?!?

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

�I�m home!� Ranma called out as he entered the Tendou domicile.

Genma, the Tendou girls, and Shampoo all came running up to the entryway.

Genma said, �Where have you been boy? It�s almost eleven o� clock. I was 
getting worried about you.�

Akane said, �Nabiki told me you were with Sayuri, but when I called her 
place, no one was there either. Is everything all right? Is she all right?�

�It�s all right. Everything is fine. Sayuri�s fine,� Ranma said, 
assuaging everyone�s fears.

�What happen, Airen?� Shampoo asked.

�I went on a date that wasn�t a date. Got raped by a tentacle plant. Got 
arrested. Luckily, there was a videotape of the plant attacking everyone 
and me killing it, so Sheriff Justice let me go on the basis I wasn�t 
�pre-verted� enough to arrest.

$I bet you could buy that video bootleg in the market the next morning, 
and it'd be fansubbed and in america the day after.

He went back to burn the plant to ashes, 
and is going to deport the girls responsible for bringing it into his 
jurisdiction. He really doesn�t like perverted things, does he?�

Akane nodded. �It�s his personal crusade. He sees perversion around 
every corner.�
 

$Probably wears hose and watches fantasy island at home.

�And has been successfully finding it of late,� Nabiki added with a grin.

Ranma shrugged. �It�s been a long night.�

�There�s some leftover eggplant parmesan,� Kasumi informed him.

Ranma shook his head. �No thanks. I�ve had enough vegetables for the 
rest of my life. I�m going to bed.� He bid the others good night and 
headed to bed. Soon he was asleep, though his dreams were plagued by 
giant plants with the face of Kunou pledging their undying love for him 
while trying to ram their tentacles up his backside.

 

$Hey, at least it never started singing.  Was seriously expecting a 
Little Shop of Horrors reference, but perhaps it's best that never 
happened.

Not too many errors, just enough to give me something to look for.  
Overall....  Ah, where to begin.

I have to admit, I underestimated your determination.  Was seriously not 
expecting Sayuri to be pollinated, though she didn't seem too upset 
about it.  Was even more surprised when Ranma felt the old stamen.  I 
don't shock often, but that was worth a few blinks before I started 
laughing.  Why the plant suddenly lost its energy and howled in pain 
doesn't quite make sense to me, so I'd like to see that explained.  
Actually, I'd expect him to wonder about it more, himself.  The lemon 
scene was pretty good, not as hot and heavy as I've seen you do, but 
it's hard to be really erotic when a few moments previous you had a chi 
blast kill a tentacle demon plant.  A limitation of the genre, I'm 
afraid.  Still, quite a fun chapter, I've shared it with several others 
not on the FFML.  This would be a good parody for Ghastly's Ghastly 
Comic.  Really, I enjoyed commenting on it as much as I enjoyed reading it.

Eh, enough talk from me.  Look forward to more.

-Nugar


















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