by TattooTheDL » Wed Jan 11, 2017 7:05 pm
Here's chapter 3,once again y'all are getting this before anyone else does, and I hope you enjoy!
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Imperial Servant: Chapter 3
Passive
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Silence.
The entire field stilled, save for the distant caw of a crow flying overhead.
Almost as one, the wrecking crew and others turned to stare at the utterly thunderstruck Ranma Saotome, who stammered, “N-N-NANI!? I’m what!?!”
“Asexual. Completely lacking in sexual desires.” Xuriel offered with a shrug. “Ever since I got here, the most I’ve ever sensed from you is passive tantric energy. I’d have more luck seducing a tree than you.”
“P...passive energy?” Ukyo whispered in shock.
“Yeah, which is object appreciation levels of desire. The horniest he’s gotten since I showed up is about as much as the average person gets from looking at a pretty girl in a painting or a statue.”
Akane’s hammer slipped from her suddenly nerveless fingers and she swayed slightly as Nabiki gasped, “Oh my God, it all makes sense!”
“Airen...he have no lust?” Shampoo whimpered, her vision blurring as she looked at the man she was as good as married to in the eyes of her tribe. “He no find Shampoo sexy?”
“He doesn’t find anyone sexy,” Xuriel corrected her sympathetically. “As far as his hormones are concerned, he might as well be standing in an art gallery.”
Two heart-broken wails came from the crowd, and suddenly a pair of boys had rushed past the surprised succubus, one blond and the other a brunette, both of whom were looking at the shocked Ranma with teary eyes. “Ranma! Tell me it’s not true!” blubbered the blonde.
“Come on buddy!” the brunette sobbed. “It’s gotta be a mistake, right!? Here!” He pulled a magazine out of his pocket and frantically waved it in front of the pig-tailed teen. “Come on, you gotta feel something as a man, don’t you!?”
Ranma, catching a glimpse of the imagery within the pages, blushed furiously and shouted, “Hiroshi!? Daisuke!? What the hell are you doing!? Get that away from me!!”
It wasn’t too hard for those observing to surmise the contents of the magazine being waved in front of Ranma’s face, as Gosunkugi glanced at the reading material and after a moment of gaping in shock, promptly collapsed with a fountain of blood streaming from both nostrils. While there was a low swell of growling from the two perverts waving a dirty magazine around, that they’d brought to school no less, the two boy’s sobbing in dismay at their buddies reaction to the ecchi material only solidified the demonesses claim and the tide of irritation slowly morphed into a wave of horror and mourning.
“Ranchan…” Ukyo sniffled as she recalled how happy she’d been when he’d called her cute, now seeing it in another, and far more painful light as Xuriel walked up behind the boy’s and deftly swiped their magazine.
The demon gave an appreciative whistle as she thumbed through the porno mag, which was definitely not designed with articles in mind. “Wow, you guy’s got good taste! Very erotic, and surprisingly tasteful…” she blinked and peered closely at a particular image before a wide smile spread across her face. “Oh my God, Mercy!?”
“Huh?” Hiroshi looked quizzically at the demoness, sniffling pathetically as he asked, “Mercy what?”
“See the redhead here?” Xuriel flashed the image in question to the two boy’s, whose faces reddened all the way to the tips of their ears while Ranma immediately turned away with a lighter blush and a frustrated grumble. “She’s a friend of mine, and a total sweetheart. You guys like her?”
The two shared a look before mumbling something sheepishly about her being ‘a favorite’.
“Aww, she’ll be flattered to hear that.” Xuriel smiled happily at the pair. “Tell you what, I’ll tell her to look you guys up the next time she’s in town, she’d probably love to meet you.”
Hiroshi and Daisuke’s tears disappeared immediately, and the pair swore they could hear a choir of angels singing as the otherworldly creature in front of them was bathed in a halo of golden light. In unison, the boy’s began thanking every divine creature they could for the wonderful girl who was about to make all their dreams come true.
“Plus, she totally loves two-guys-one-girl three-ways like this, so you can consider this little fantasy as good as fulfilled.”
In an instant, the choir silenced and the light disappeared as a wave of killing intent washed over the boy’s, making their knees shake as they were suddenly under the eyes of several dozen very angry women, and one absolutely livid kendoist who had (somehow) made the connection between the two boy’s appreciation for a crimson-locked beauty and the redheaded object of his own desires. The only thing more frightening than the outrage coming from in front of them, was the murderous aura at their back, and the two turned to look fearfully at their best friend who was looking at them with the hooded eyes that promised a painful death. “You have to the count of 5.” Ranma intoned quietly. “Ichi...Ni…”
While not martial artists, in that instant, the two boys moved fast enough to leave behind a pair of terrified afterimages as they vacated the premises. Xuriel could only blink quizzically as those mirage-like figures faded and mused aloud, “What the heck was that about?”
“Nevermind, Dabbler-san.” Cologne grumbled as she took a grim sort of satisfaction in imagining the fate that awaited the two boys the next time they showed their faces around her son-in-law again...assuming he was able to be a son-in-law. With that in mind, the Amazon Matriarch looked intently at Ranma and asked aloud, “Are you quite certain of your...findings?”
“Oh yeah, shame as it is.” the demon replied as she idly flipped through the magazine, while sending a pitying look at Ranma. “A friend of mine once dubbed it as ‘porno-sense’ and it’s very accurate.”
“Accurate my ass!” Ranma shouted angrily, finding himself growing more irritated at the increasingly pitying looks he was receiving from those around him as he snapped, “I just got better willpower than to go chasing every girl in sight!”
Xuriel, looking up from her magazine, smirked at Ranma and offered a disbelieving, “Sure you do.” which prompted a growl from the boy. Tossing the magazine to the side, she admitted, “Okay then, how about we check to be sure?”
“How’s that?”
“Succubi are specialists in illusions, or glamour. One of the first we learn is how to make ourselves look like the ultimate sexual fantasy of whoever we meet.”
A bout of whispering and blushing broke out at that, with Nabiki eyeing the ordinary looking girl up and down before cutting her eyes at the still insensate Gosunkugi. “This is his ultimate fantasy?”
“Nope. This is just a disguise.” Xuriel replied as she turned around and cast her eyes among the crowd. Settling her gaze on the palm-tree and hawaiian shirt wearing principal, she grinned wickedly and proclaimed, “Oh, you look like fun!” before waving her wrists and whispering something under her breath.
There was a very brief shimmer, and suddenly there was someone else was standing in front of Ranma, bringing spontaneous nosebleeds from almost every boy and more than a few girls present, while the rest gasped in shock. Ryoga was among those who fainted dead away, while the target of the spell had frozen stock-still. However, the heir to the Kuno family went deathly pale and immediately spun on his heel before the tanlines were burned into his brain.
Said tanlines were across the exposed chest of the gorgeous, 30-something brunette who was standing where the pretty highschooler had been a moment ago. With her luxuriant hair long enough to pass her waistline and the skimpy yellow bikini bottoms, while the lack of a top emphasized the creamy white of her natural skintone against her dark tan, the woman looked everything like a surf-and-sand obsessed hawaiian fanatic would dream about on the cold and lonely nights.
Xuriel looked down, blinking at the slight increase in her already impressive bust-size as well as the overall change and chuckled. “Wow. Guess I should have seen that coming, eh?”
Cologne looked interestedly at the ‘glamoured’ succubus. “You didn’t know what you were going to look like before you used the spell?”
“Nope.” Xuriel replied airily. “Spontaneity is the spice of life, and thinking on your feet makes things more fun-”
She was interrupted by Principal Kuno, who had managed to shake himself out of his shocked stupor and screamed rapturously, “ALOHA NUI LOA!” before running full tilt towards the demon, who shouted, “OH SHIT!” in a far less joyful tone as he leapt towards her...
Only to hit Cologne’s walking stick as she batted him out of the air and sent him skidding across the ground to rest at the feet of Hinako-sensei some 12 feet away. The loli-sized teacher, noting the similarities between her adult form and the apparition borne of the principal’s fantasies, particularly the long brown hair, took a step back and slowly reached into her pocket for a 5 yen coin while Ukyo approached with the two adult with her spatula held aloft. Both girls wore identical expression of disgust and horror as the teacher stammered, “Th-this deviant was fantasizing about us!?”
“Nay, sensei.” Kuno denied solemnly without turning around. “Tis not a phantasmal projection of you that my patriarch desires so.” The kendoist’s fists clenched as he added grimly. “That woman is my mother.”
Taking a deep breath to steady herself following the shock of almost being glomped, Xuriel tossed out nervously, “Well, your mom was a smoking hottie, so I don’t really blame him for his reaction.”
Kuno scowled and snarled over his shoulder, “My mother would never have dressed in so brazen a manner as you have, wench!”
By serendipitous coincidence, the nearly insensate principal murmured dazedly, “Kyoko, nui loa...second honeymoon...was da best idea…” before giving a soft groan and slipping away into a realm of sandy beaches and ukeleles.
Noting Kuno’s reddened cheeks, Nabiki couldn’t help but give a small half-smile and cheekily said, “Guess your mom did dress like that...once, anyway.”
“Right…” Xuriel said as she turned around and looked back to Ranma, smirking as she noted his absolute concentration on a nearby stand of trees rather than her body and offered, “Well, I’m in a flat ten out of ten for hotness and the stud here still ain’t giving me anything, so-”
“That’s cause I’m not looking at you!” Ranma shot back angrily.
Xuriel gave a somewhat disgusted, pitying groan before saying, “Oh would you relax? It’s not the end of the world, you know! It’s just a little bit of self-discovery.” Seeing that didn’t have the desired effect, the succubus sighed and shrugged. “Alright, if you insist, let’s find out if you’re just picky.”
Ranma’s eyes bugged and he quickly shouted, “DON’T!” but it was too late as Xuriel was already mid-incantation.
Despite the decidedly harrowing and rather mournful day so far, fiancé’s and rivals alike found themselves curious to see what sort of fetishes could be lurking in the mind of Saotome Ranma.
Their curiosity was satisfied and then some as the crowd let out shrieks and shouts of shock and horror, none of which were louder than Ranma as he leapt away from a four-armed, 6 foot tall creature which was now staring at him in complete stupefication. Kuno, having turned around just in time to see his deceased matriarch replaced by something utterly alien, slowly grew redder and redder as he whispered in horror, “S-Saotome…To think you had such...deviancies.”
“Delinquent.” Hinako said mechanically as she fished three 5-yen coins from her pocket, determined to drain every ounce of chi from what had formerly been her ‘favorite student’.
“Ran-chan,” Ukyo urped, looking slightly green as she backed away from the frozen demon. “That...that’s just not right.”
Shampoo’s lip curled in disgust as she looked between her airen and the monster his mind had summoned.
Akane’s mallet was in her hand again, and was glowing with a golden, flame-like aura. Contrary to her normal state, her face was completely calm as she channeled all of her outrage at Ranma’s deeply hidden perversions into what would come to be known as the legendary Super-Hammer.
Well aware of the rising battle auras surrounding him, Ranma stammered, “W-wh-what the hell are you playing at!?!” as he pointed at Xuriel, who was looking at her four hands in complete shock. “That’s not my fantasy! I don’t even know what the hell that thing IS!”
Too lost in their outrage to even vocalize their disbelief at Ranma’s assertion, the wrecking crew slowly approached him and the demon who’d been summoned to destroy his reputation, who had apparently succeeded at the task without meaning to. Before they’d taken more than a few steps however, a soft whisper gave them pause.
“This...is me…”
Blinking as she came out of her battle haze, prepared to smite her former son-in-law for holding such twisted desires, Cologne looked over her shoulder at the wide-eyed demon and called, “What’s that, Dabbler-san?”
“This is me…” She repeated, slightly louder this time and catching the attention of the rest of the wrecking crew as she went on in the same, utterly flabbergasted tone.
“This is what I really look like…” After a moment, her eyes widened even further and she declared, “He shut it off!”
“He what?” Cologne queried, a rising feeling of dread stymieing her slight irritation at the lewd phrase, [Who needs big tits?] displayed across the demon’s too-tight halter top.
“He shut off my glamour!” Xuriel answered as she slowly raised her eyes to stare at Ranma. “The magic couldn't find anything to manifest, and the backlash dispelled it!”
“Does...does that mean, Ranchan really is asexual?” Ukyo asked nervously, while a small part of her mind wondered what kind of joke she was missing out on from the words, [When you have an ass like this?] displayed across the back of the demon’s pink booty shorts.
“No! If he was asexual, nothing should have happened!” Xuriel proclaimed, her voice rising slowly as she took a shaky step back from Ranma, clearly frightened to her core. “One girl wouldn't matter from any other, and the glamour wouldn't have changed! He doesn't have no sex drive! He has negative sex drive!”
The group fell silent at that, with Nabiki offering a quiet, “How can someone have a negative sex drive?” In a voice that made a commendable attempt to hide her own trepidation.
“The same way you divide by zero! You can't!!” Xuriel not-quite screamed in reply. Looking around quickly with a panicked expression, her eyes settled on Ukyo and she moaned, “God, I hope he didn't break something!” Before activating her glamour.
The succubus immediately gave a relieved sigh when the familiar tingle of an active illusion flowed across her body, while the cross-dressing chef flushed completely crimson and more than a few girlish shrieks and giggles rang out from the crowd. “Oh thank God, it still works.”
“I NOTICED!!!” She and Ranma shouted in unison, only to both meet each other's eyes and then quickly look away with thoroughly embarrassed expressions.
The reason for their embarrassment was the fact that Ukyo’s fantasy was the pigtailed boy in question, clad only in an apron that had [PLEASE KISS THE] written across the chest, while in the center of the lowest edge of the apron, directly over the faux-Ranma’s groin was the word [COOK]. The only thing more humiliating was the reaction of the rest of the wrecking crew, as Akane’s face was glowing like a space-heater and Nabiki looked like she was about to start drooling, while Shampoo was biting her bottom-lip and giving an almost indecent whimper and Mousse gave a grumbling sort of quack as he wrestled with the urge to peck the form before him. Worse still for Ranma in particular, was the very Happosai-like expression of indecent glee on Cologne’s face.
“Dabbler-san, could you please not do that?” Kuno offered stiffly, with one eye twitching indignantly.
“Just checking,” the faux-Ranma replied breathlessly before turning to look at the kendoist. “But better safe than sorry…”
Kuno blinked, but before he could realize what she was saying, he was suddenly confronted by a wondrous creature borne of Aphrodite's grace itself, and it was only the snoring form of his father serving as an example that prevented him from imitating the maddened principal and similarly being rendered unconscious.
Akane’s eye-twitched and Ranma sputtered indignantly at the sight of something that looked like a mix of Ranma’s cursed form and Akane; a petite yet buxom girl with red and blue streaked hair ending in a pigtail, wearing a pair of karate pants and a black belt, and too-small wife-beater shirt.
While Nabiki chuckled wickedly, “Wow, you really can’t choose between them, can you, Kuno-chan?” Xuriel’s breathing eased even more, before she cast a worried look at Ranma.
The demon’s tremulous murmur of, “I think I’m gonna regret this…” sapped what little humor had come into the situation as she dropped her illusion and returned to her natural appearance. With a hesitant grimace, she stated, “Let’s try starting from scratch.” Before casting her glamour spell again.
While nothing happened to her appearance, though that could have been taken as evidence of Ranma’s deviant desires or possibly his status as having all the erotic fantasies of your average boulder, the fact that Xuriel suddenly collapsed, whey-faced and trembling as she whispered, ‘th-the void...the void…’ only amplified the pervading aura of unease to the point of low-yield terror. Despite his denial over the current circumstances, Ranma couldn’t stop himself from coming to the demon’s aid as he immediately crouched down and gently lifted the traumatized demon back to her feet, not noticing the way she subtly recoiled from his touch as he asked, “What happened, Dabbler-san?”
“Oh, just a gigantic wave of existential dread, thank you.” The demon offered in a marginal attempt at glibness, though it was obvious to all present that her comment was a flustered attempt at gallows humor as she gave Ranma a drawn, pale look.
“Look, Ranma, was it?” She said hesitantly, “I’m really really sorry that I was gonna make you out to be some kind of skirt-chaser, but I need you to do me a really big favor right now.”
“Umm…” The pigtailed boy looked hesitantly at her as he offered, “What is it?”
“Am I the only demon that’s ever been sicced on you?”
Ranma blinked at that. “What?”
“Has there ever been a time where another demon has come around and attacked you?!” Xuriel cried out, her thin mask of restraint cracking as she grabbed his arms in all four of her hands and shook him desperately. “Anything! An imp, a kappa, a boogeyman, I don’t care! Just tell me if you’ve ever met a demon before today!!!”
“While son-in-law has run afoul of supernatural creatures, Dabbler-san,” Cologne’s soft, serious voice brought the demon’s wide-eyes to her as she intoned, “I have sensed nothing with as much power as you have before today, and nothing before than has been ‘demonic’, as you put it.”
“There must be something!” The demon insisted, “Cause this is some kind of black magic I've never seen befo-”
Xuriel suddenly stopped, her words dying on her lips as she found herself lost in thought. Seeing that the demon had apparently gotten a brainwave of some kind, Shampoo called hopefully, “Sexy-demon think of something?”
“Maybe…” Xuriel murmured, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully before she looked at Cologne and said, “You want to do me a favor and run interference, granny?”
“Interference for what?”
“I need to give this guy an ‘acid test’ and I don’t want the trigger-happy brigade attacking me before I’m done.” Xuriel replied as she cast her eyes among the assembled teenagers.
Cologne’s eyes narrowed in response. “That depends on what exactly you’re planning to do.”
“Yeah, what are you-” Ranma’s somewhat irritated question, having come from his reacquired courage now that the demon holding him wasn’t freaking out, was silenced as Xuriel suddenly pressed her lips against his, his eyes widening in shock as the demon’s tongue ran across his teeth when a very unwelcome and otherwise alien sensation from his manhood brought a renewed surge of panic through him.
Shampoo’s outraged scream of “I KILL!” was almost made into a prophecy, save that Cologne understood the necessity of Xuriel suddenly kissing her son-in-law and knocked her great-grand daughter back before she could bring her bonbori to bear on the creature’s horned head. Granted, it took everything Cologne had to stop herself from smacking the demon aside when she flagrantly groped Ranma’s crotch, which brought more than a few shocked gasps and shrieks of ‘How bold!’ from the crowd, but considering how the succubus’ ear-tenna had changed color from sea-green to a very pale pink, the matriarch could only imagine that whatever Xuriel was doing was having an effect.
Akane was nearly lost in the same familiar feeling of outrage that came from watching Ranma flaunt his usual lechery right in front of her, but today she was finding it easier to ignore the keening wails of the thoughts that insisted she demand penance from her fiance in the form of blood and bruises. Instead, she was running through all the times she’d punished him for being a pervert and taking it into account with the...strange circumstances of today, and while it was a struggle to stop herself from smashing him into a paste, the fact that he never lost the look of complete horror on finding himself in a game of tonsil hockey with a demon did quite a lot to assuage the bluenette’s outrage.
When they broke apart, Xuriel let go of Ranma with a grimly satisfied, “Just as I thought.”
“What, exactly, did you think, Dabbler-san?” Cologne asked pointedly, noting that Ranma was acting with his usual social graces and was spitting violently off to the side following he and the demon’s passionate embrace.
Xuriel’s eye twitched in irritation at the pigtailed boy’s response to her kiss and snapped, “I think this ingrate should be grateful that I’m willing to help him! As for what was supposed to happen…”
Without warning, Xuriel reached out and grabbed Akane’s wrist, and before anyone could stop her, the demon soon had the bluenette in the same situation a her fiance a moment earlier. Unlike Ranma however, the effect was almost immediate as Akane’s shocked look faded into a half-lidded, dull gaze before her eyes closed and she began returning the demon’s affections with a muffled moan.
Shocked outcries of “No way!” and “Not Akane-chan!” and “I knew it all along!” were lost among the laughter of Cologne and Nabiki and the shocked gasps from Shampoo and Ukyo, while Ranma stared slackjawed at the display and Kuno went stone-faced as a thin trickle of blood flowed across his upper lip.
After a few moments, Xuriel pulled back and Akane whispered, “Sugoi…” with a slightly goofy grin on her face.
“Huh, not bad, girly.” the demon offered lightly as she licked her lips with a smile. “You’ve got good instincts, even if you need a bit of practice.”
“That’s good…”
“Now, I need to help your boyfriend, but in the meantime, can you do me a favor?”
“Mmm?”
“Can you stop being so repressed?” Xuriel patted Akane’s cheek fondly. “It’s not healthy for you. Can you do that for me?”
“Hai, Dabbler-chan.” Akane replied breezily as she rubbed her cheek against the demon’s palm. “I promise…”
“Good girl.” Xuriel turned and gave Ranma a mischievous grin. “How about you let the stud keep an eye on you until this wears off, okay?”
Akane gave a quiet, “Okay…” as she slowly walked away from Xuriel, almost tripping over her own feet before falling into Ranma’s arms, who looked quite taken aback and decidedly wrongfooted to find his fiancee acting decidedly ‘clingy’ towards him.
Still chuckling a bit at the impromptu make-out session, Nabiki mused, “Wow, whatever that was is really effective.”
“Guaranteed charm spell, last upwards of 12 hours with all sorts of little extras to prevent any residual resentment.” Xuriel offered by way of explanation.
“I wouldn’t say guaranteed, considering son-in-law didn’t fall for it.” Cologne offered with a studious look at the strangely giggly and thoroughly brain-drained Akane. “Was that all you were testing?”
“No.” Xuriel denied with a shake of her head, a grim frown spreading across her face as she declared, “I was also checking to see if his resistance was because he was some kind of eunuch-”
She rolled her eyes and ignored the multitude of horrified gasps and one high-pitched scream of ‘NANI!?!’ from the boy she’d been frenching a second ago.
“-But everything’s fine in that regard. In fact…” Xuriel hefted her lower-right hand with a thoughtful expression on her face as she mused, “He’s more than fine...damn, what a waste.”
Ukyo flushed at that, her imagination firing on all cylinders as scenarios flitted across her mind involving her Ranchan in various lewd poses. Unfortunately, her musings were interrupted by a very giggly, “I could have told you that~.” from the high-as-a-kite Akane, and the chef turned her furious gaze onto the bluenette and her suddenly-very-pale fiancé.
“And how would you know that?!” Ukyo hissed, fingering her spatula meaningfully while a small battle-aura rose around Shampoo.
“Uh, Akane.” Ranma whispered fearfully, seeing the outrage starting to form and hearing the low grumbles and envious whispers of how far the two of them had gone from the greater mob. “Maybe you should-”
“I walked in on him in the bath when he first showed up.” the bluenette sighed contentedly as she sagged against Ranma with one arm around his neck and his arms wrapped around her waist. “He got a good look at me, and I saw aaaaaaalllllll of him!” Completely unconcerned with the outraged fires she was stoking, Akane giggled lightly before laying her head against Ranma’s shoulder and saying, “Neh, Ranma-kun? Sorry about threatening to drown you in the bathtub back then. I was just surprised, that’s all.”
“Uhh...okay?” Ranma offered weakly, taking a small step backwards from the two very angry fiancee’s and Kuno, who was looking downright murderous as he gripped the hilt of his bokken with white knuckles. “That’s fine, apology accepted, Akane!”
“That’s really sweet and all,” Xuriel interrupted with a foul look at the horde and the wrecking crew. “But we got bigger fish to fry at the moment, and I can’t make the call to find out what’s going on if you start a riot.”
That made Ukyo and Shampoo back off, although it was with obvious hesitation and mutinous grumbling as Nabiki returned her attention to Xuriel and asked, “Who are you going to call?”
“My bestie, Carrie.” Xuriel replied coolly. “Cause this whole situation sounds very familiar to something that happened to her a long time ago, and I need to compare notes.”
Without another word, Xuriel turned and took a few steps away from the group, gesturing with one of her hands and seemingly pulling a sextet of golf-ball sized stones out of thin air. The rocks were tossed in front of her, where they immediately started hovering, and began floating up to form a circle in front of the demon’s face. Thin beams of blue lightning crackled between the rocks, bringing a few impressed whistles from those watching while Xuriel impatiently tapped one of her hooves against the dirt and muttered darkly under her breath. In moments, the space between the stones suddenly emptied out into a black void, which was quickly replaced by a face.
While not necessarily prejudiced, it was still something of a relief to those present as the ‘Carrie’ whom Xuriel had contacted was more human-looking than the one who’d called her, with only a small pair of golden horns rising out of her short-cut green hair signifying that the beautiful woman wasn’t actually a human, though the smarter ones among the group remained wary as it was possible that the succubus was under the effects of her own glamour as she called with dramatic cheeriness, “So summoned, I appeeeeaaarrrr!”
“Can it, Carrie.” Xuriel snapped angrily. “I’m in no mood, and I need to talk to you about that freak who tricked you a couple of decades ago.”
Carrie blanched and quickly looked over both her shoulders before leaning close to the display and stage-whispering, “Xury, I told you that in confidence! You promised you wouldn’t tell any...one…” The green-haired succubus blinked as she noticed the ‘audience’ surrounding her friend. “Umm...Xury? What’s going on?”
“That’s what I want to know.” Xuriel replied grimly as she thumbed over her right shoulder to Ranma and Akane, the latter of whom seemed to be trying to snuggle against the former in a manner similar to a cat, which Ranma was obviously less-than-happy about. “Someone got my true name and asked me to do a whitehat job by destroying this guy’s rep.”
Carrie squinted at the nervous looking Ranma. “O-kaaayyyy...why does he need his reputation trashed, exactly?”
“He doesn’t.” Xuriel replied dryly. “Cause the idiot who summoned me claimed this guy was a skirt-chasing lady-killer, except the moment I said hi to him,” She turned and gestured to the horde with her upper-left arm while her lower arms remained crossed in front of her. “These whacko’s showed up out of nowhere and tried to murder him.”
Some shuffling and grumbles of embarrassment followed that, while Carrie blinked rapidly. “Wow...sounds like your job was mostly done already.”
“Except, complications have come up, which necessitated Dabbler contacting you.” Cologne stated seriously as she pogoed next to the purple-hued succubus. Her voice drew Carrie’s attention down to her as the matriarch went on. “According to her, that boy, who is my son-in-law by the laws of our tribe, is completely lacking in sexual desires and was thus immune to Dabbler’s charms.”
“...excuse me?!”
“It’s true, Carrie.” Xuriel affirmed at her friends shocked outburst. “The poor sap’s been giving off passive tantric energy since I showed up, even when I was glamoured to look like a fine-ass beach bunny-”
Kuno violently twitched at that.
“-and when I tried to glamour him, the illusion disappeared. When I tried it again from scratch…” Xuriel got a thousand-yard stare for a moment before shuddering violently. “I am NOT making that mistake again!”
“X-Xury, that sounds bad and all,” Carrie bit her lip and gave another nervous look over her shoulders. “But what does that have to do with...you know?”
“You don’t remember?” Xuriel narrowed her eyes. “You told me that when you tried to glamour the freak who tricked-”
“SHH!”
Xuriel rolled her eyes. “When you tried to glamour him, it was shut off and gave you the heebie-jeebies something fierce.”
Carrie thought to herself for a moment, an upset expression on her face as she replied, “Well...that is true, but there’s a big difference between the willies and whatever happened to you.”
“Maybe.” Xuriel admitted with a scowl. “Except I kissed him, and the second I stopped, he started acting like I had cooties.”
Carrie paused and looked wide-eye’d at her friend. “He wasn’t charmed? At all?!”
“Not even a little.”
“But that’s your thing!” the green-haired demoness proclaimed in utter shock. “How could he resist that!?”
“The same way his meat and two-veg didn’t even twitch while I was doing it. And yes,” Xuriel snapped as Carrie opened her mouth. “I checked!”
Ranma wondered if his cheeks were going to be bruised from how hard he was blushing, listening to the two demons discussing his...manhood in decidedly unflattering terms, which was only making his face even more red from the rising anger. He’d taken a lot of insults in his life, and the worst slight he’d ever had to his pride as a man had been Pantyhose Tarou referring to him as a ‘tranny’. But this current situation was tearing deeper strips off of him than he’d ever endured before, and it was made all the worse by how...blasé everyone was being about it. He could handle hate and anger, that was just from people who were jealous of how much better he was then them.
But now he was being pitied.
That was a weak spot in his psyche that his father hadn’t been able to armor over. Being looked down on from a position of superiority was one thing, as all he did was push himself harder and knock the arrogant jackass off his pedestal. But being regarded as weak, over something that was normal? Or at least, what everyone else saw as normal, while he was certain he was perfectly fine because he had a lot of good reasons he didn’t think of girls the same way as other people.
His rising temper and embarrassment only grew when the too-clingy Akane got a faraway look in her eyes and stated with a slight frown, “Oh yeah...you didn’t get hard when we walked in on each other, either...that was kind of insulting, now that I think about it…”
“Jeez, this is sounding bad.” Carrie admitted as her eyes darted back and forth, clearly lost in thought. “But it doesn’t make sense! I never told anyone except you about that, and that was only because I was at the bottom of a bottle of Cuervo at the time.”
“Miss sexy demon?” Shampoo asked hesitantly, taking a step forward and catching Carrie’s eye as she asked plaintively. “Can you help Shampoo’s Airen? This…” thin streams of tears ran down the lilac-haired amazon’s face as she choked out, “This too-too sad!”
Carrie grimaced sympathetically, though after a moment, her eyes narrowed in thought and she focused her attention on the sniffling Amazon. “S’cuse me, Shampoo was it? Have we met before?”
“What?” Shampoo blinked curiously at the sudden question. “No...Shampoo never meet sexy demon before.”
“You sure about that?” Ukyo offered snidely. “With how often you try to use magic on Ranma, I wouldn’t be surprised if you crossed her path once or twice.”
Shampoo snarled at the chef, but before she could attack, she and Ukyo were both bonked by Cologne’s staff. As the two of them rubbed their heads and moaned in pain, the Amazon Matriarch huffed, “Can you put a hold on you childish quarrel for a moment?! We have more important problems!”
“Finally, she starts talking some sense.” Xuriel admitted before turning back to her display, only to cock her head quizzically as Carrie was still staring at the lilac-haired girl. “Yo, Earth to Carrie? What’re you doing?”
“Huh? Oh, sorry.” the green-haired succubus looked away from the Amazon with some difficulty. “It’s just...weird, cause I swear I’ve seen her before, or someone who looks a lot like her.”
“Fascinating.” Xuriel offered dryly. “Now, what can you tell me about the guy who tricked you, ‘cause my memory’s a little rusty.”
After a moment of hesitation, Carrie groaned and said, “Fine, fine. About a hundred years ago, some old codger out in the middle of nowhere summoned me. He told me he wanted to learn how to survive off of tantric energy the way we do, and I told him no dice.” the green-haired succubus’ head drooped. “But then he made a deal that if I couldn’t seduce him in 30 days, then I’d teach him what I knew.”
Not having heard this part of the story before, Xuriel face-palmed and groaned, “God dammit Carrie, we’ve been over this!”
“Hey, it was a sure thing!!!” Carrie’s head snapped up and she shouted angrily at her friend. “That lech’s name is written in almost EVERY record on level 4, and the mere idea that he could resist a succubus for more than a minute was ludicrous!”
A sudden chill swept through Cologne, an ill omen, or a warning of some great event stiffened the Amazon Matriarch’s spine. Turning away from her great-granddaughter and Ukyo, she looked seriously at the green-haired succubus and asked, “What’s level 4?”
“It’s where we keep records of all the people who committed sins of lust.” Carrie offered with a frown, obviously still thinking about that deal she’d lost and very annoyed by it. “Perverted old freak is on just about every ‘mild’ record we have, but what he lacks in severity, he’s more than made up for it in volume!” The green-haired succubus grimaced. “And it’s only gotten worse since that day...”
“The day you taught him how to survive off of ‘tantric energy’.” Cologne stated grimly as she hopped forward. “Tell me, this ‘lust’ energy your people feed on, is it vampiric in nature, or environmental?”
“A little mix of both, but more the latter than the former.” Xuriel replied as she cocked an ear-tenna curiously. “We do get a big dose out of sex, but the aura’s radiating from people is more than enough to survive off of, though that’s kinda like living off bread and water.”
“Except to humans, cause you don't need as much as we do.” Carrie offered. “The old freak got plenty to work with just off of sympathetic objects, believe it or not.”
“No way!” Xuriel stared at her friend. “He got powered up from being around sex toys!?”
More blushing and quiet murmur’s broke out from the crowd at that, while the percolating suspicion in Cologne’s mind was slowly turning into a full rolling boil of outrage.
“No, that was just to sustain himself,” Carrie’s lip curled in disgust. “And he went for sexy lingerie instead of dildos.”
The blushing faded as the mob fell silent. When the red faces returned, it was for a far different reason as a low roar of outrage was building among the women of Furinkan Highschool. Ukyo’s eye began to twitch as the pieces connected and she snarled, “Oh...that son of a bitch.”
Noticing the ugly and disgusted expressions through the mystical channel, Carrie asked out of the corner of her mouth, “Umm, what am I missing here?” Which was decidedly ineffective as far as subtlety went due to everyone seeing her try to whisper to Xuriel.
“I have no idea.” Xuriel admitted in a neutral tone, never taking her wide, fearful eyes from the fledgling angry mob in front of her. “But it’s scaring the piss out of me…”
“Carrie-san.” Cologne stated grimly, giving off a small bonfire’s worth of battle aura as she spat, “Was the ‘old freak’ who tricked you named Happosai?”
Carrie, while aware that the crowd was upset, didn't have a real clear idea of just how large the powder keg she’d accidentally built up was, since she couldn't feel the heat of many battle auras or the insane pressure from a small armie’s worth of killing intent. Which is why she all-too thoughtlessly chucked a road-flare at the highly explosive pure estrogen by cocking her head quizzically and replying, “Oh, you know him?”
OOOOOO
Happosai awoke with a start, looking off into the distance towards the spike of outraged feminine Ki that had woken him from his slumber.
“Wow...Normally pretty girlies don’t get that angry unless I’m involved…” The ancient founder of Anything-Goes mused. Then the old lech shrugged and said, “Whatever it is, it ain’t my fault. This is my siesta day!” before turning over and re-burying himself into the pile of silkie darlings that made up his bedding at the moment.
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