[Ranma][Fanfic] The Attractiveness Factor (1-2 Revised)
phoney
The Attractiveness Factor by PNT
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Ranma held Shampoo back away from Akane, who was already bleeding profusely
from a million little wounds all over her.
"Shampoo! Stop it, can't you see she's not even in your league?"
"Ranma, you'll pay for that," thought Akane.
"Honestly, Shampoo! You can't just go around beating people up!"
"Ugly girl! My future husband want me to not kill you now. Will do later!"
Shampoo backed up. She turned and smiled her cutest smile at Ranma. He
wasn't even looking at her.
Ranma grabbed Akane's hand and ran off towards the Tendo house. Shampoo's
jaw dropped in astonishment. Had she just not shown how pathetic the ugly
girl really was? Who in their right mind would choose pathetic over strong?
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Cologne was waiting for Shampoo at the Cat Cafe.
"Where were you, granddaughter? I was swamped with customers."
"I was trying to get Ranma to marry me again, but he ran off with that uncute
girl!"
"Ah. Shampoo! You must not use conventional Amazon methods anymore!
I trust you to think of something. You are an intelligent Amazon!
"Thanks, Great-Grandmother!"
"Now get to work."
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A chaos-filled week passed.
The business day on Friday closed as usual, and Cologne was in the back
re-organizing her things and tidying up Shampoo's room. Underneath the
pillow on the futon, she found a book titled "Endorphinmachine #1: Lovesick."
Her eyes narrowed and she went off in search of Shampoo.
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"Ow! But Great-Grandmother, I--"
"You will not dishonor the Amazon name this way, Shampoo!"
"Oh, Shampoo! I always had such a high opinion of you, my love! The foul
Saotome drives you to this impurity!" Mousse cried.
"Ow! Listen! I was--"
"Don't say anything else, girl!"
"Shampoo! Turn your mind away from filth!"
"As long as Ranma lives--"
"I said, shut your mouth!" Cologne's stick slapped Shampoo's lips.
"Why did you not come to me before you indulged in sinful literature?" Mousse
asked before being punted out of the room with half his robes stuffed in his
mouth.
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Shampoo sulked in her room.
"You'd think she'd at least be proud of my Japanese reading ability," she
muttered to herself. "Oh well, maybe now I can think of a plan to get
Ranma."
She tried to figure something out, but her mind was a complete blank.
Then it filled with images from the novel she had been reading. Forbidden-
type pictures swirled through her mind. Shampoo tried to shut them out.
Suddenly, everything clicked into place.
"That's how I'll get Ranma!" Shampoo exclaimed.
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At midnight, Shampoo sneaked out of the Cat Cafe, going to great lengths to
avoid getting near Cologne. She suspected her great-grandmother would not
listen seriously to her for the next couple days.
"A night or two of passion, and I can steal him away from Akane! Just like
the girls in 'Lovesick!'"
She biked at high speed for the Tendo house. As soon as she reached it, she
rode around to the backyard, then flipped off her bike onto a windowsill. She
peered in.
"Now, whose room is this?" Shampoo looked at the sleeping figure, but could
not recognize it in the dark. Then she identified the poster on one of the
walls: a chinese businessman who had struck it rich. "Nabiki," she decided.
The next room was a complete mess. There were barbells and books strewn
all over the place, and the window had a look like it had just been replaced.
"Akane," Shampoo inferred.
Up she went onto the roof so she could get to the other side of the house.
On the way over, she tripped over something.
"Ow! Ow!" Her body bumped over the crest of the roof and she had to press
her palms against the rooftop to keep from sliding.
Shampoo looked backwards to see what she had tripped over. It was the object
of her dreams.
"Ahh!" she gasped. Ranma was in female form, and looked like a complete mess
as if someone had beat her up before she went to bed. Shampoo made a mental
note to kill the tomboy one of those days.
Remembering her plan, Shampoo slipped into the futon and snuggled against
Ranma-chan. Not knowing what to do, she pulled another porn novel from
her pocket.
"Hmmm...mm hmmm...uh huh..."
She turned over and started to place kisses on Ranma-chan's sleeping face,
when she heard a set of footsteps on the roof.
"Ranma?" asked Akane, "Did you fall or something?" She looked down. There
was Ranma...with Shampoo in her futon.
"Ranma!" she yelled. "You pervert!" She slammed the futon and both
occupants fell off the roof.
The novel flapped around in the wind. It caught Akane's attention. She
picked it up. "Ranma is such a pervert...reading this stuff..."
As if to affirm her disgust with the novel, she read a paragraph, then went
back down to her room while reading the rest of the page, chiding herself
but not daring to look away from the book.
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Akane's eyes moved up and down over and over.
The words she read turned into paragraphs which turned into pages which
turned into chapters which turned into parts...
Soon, she was asleep, still clutching the book in her right hand and her
nightshirt in the other hand.
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The next day, after sending Shampoo back to the Cafe (they had awakened in
the morning, both unconcious from the fall from the roof), Ranma entered
the house. He walked into the bath and came out five minutes later as a male
with a blue towel wrapped around his waist.
"Stupid tomboy. I wasn't even awake."
Akane emerged from her room. She glanced at Ranma.
"What do you want, Akane?"
Akane just looked at him. "Wow," she thought, "he has really nice muscles."
"Wha-what's wrong?"
Akane was lost in thought at what she could do with those muscles.
"This...this is so new," she thought, "If it's that good, I've gotta try it at
least once..."
"Akane!! Wake up!" Ranma passed a hand over Akane's eyes.
She brushed him aside...with her upper body, and went into the bathroom.
Ranma just stood in shock, then gulped. "Wh-what's gotten into her now?"
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Shampoo talked to, or rather, at Cologne.
"Great-grandmother, I've already started putting my plan into action!"
"Very nice, Shampoo. Just don't get any more sick ideas. I'm still ashamed
of you and will be until you do double-duty work for two weeks or get Ranma
before then. Now get to work!"
Shampoo grabbed the delivery boxes and chuckled to herself. "If I can get
far enough in the seduction process before he wakes up tonight, just like in
the book, he'll be powerless to resist me!"
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Akane mulled things over at breakfast, not saying a word to Ranma.
"Maybe that's what he sees in those other two hussies. They are somehow...
sensual. They radiate attractiveness. Now I know Shampoo's secret. I must
get more of these great novels, too...and then I can be sensual like
Shampoo." Akane decided.
"Akane! Can you hear me?" Ranma persisted.
Akane silenced him with a wave of her hand. The rest of the Tendo family
sighed with relief.
"No fighting today, Ranma?" quipped Nabiki.
"They're finally getting along!" Kasumi smiled.
"Ranma likes them because he knows they can offer him more in ... that way ...
than I can. But that'll change. Soon I'll know more about sensuality and
attractiveness than they'll *ever* learn! He won't call me a tomboy anymore!"
Akane smiled in a funny way.
"Akane!!! Wake up!" yelled Ranma.
"Better yet...if I can seduce him tonight, he will feel committed to me, will
like me just he likes them, and he'll know that his best choice is..." Akane
didn't complete her thought with "me," in her usual contradictory denial of
having any feelings for Ranma."
"But maybe he won't like me coming on so strong, but then again, the guys in
the book showed that most males like their girlfriends to like it...!"
Ranma was exasperated by now. "Akane...I have something to say to you."
Akane came to. "What do you want?"
"I want to know that if I did something to you to make your tomboyish self
ignore me, you could at least tell me what I did--ouch!" he flew through
the ceiling.
"But he can still be such a jerk!" Akane fumed.
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Akane and Shampoo left the same bookstore, both paying 200% extra to get the
books past the checkout counters. Neither one saw the other.
"Ranma will love me so much afterwards, he will marry me and come back with me
to China!"
"The best two ways to a man's heart are food and this! I can be good at
'this' in no time! Ranma will forget about those two idiots when I get
through with him!"
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The Attractiveness Factor Part 2 by PNT
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Akane lay on her bed late that night, on her stomach, occasionally kicking
her legs at the knees up in the air. The lamp threw a comfortable light over
the medium-sized room. The windowshades were drawn, and the window was
locked. Water had condensed on the window. Akane turned a page of the book
she was reading.
"I'm tired, one more chapter and I'm going to bed..." Akane yawned.
Kasumi opened the door, quietly so as not to disturb Akane. She stepped
silently over the threshold to get a basket of dirty clothes. She glanced
over at Akane and grinned.
"It's nice to see her reading," Kasumi thought, "I wonder if she's reading
the classics or a contemporary novel?"
Kasumi leaned closer to see. "Hm. This looks a little too slow-paced for
Akane's tastes. Is she finally growing up?"
Akane flipped another page, to what seemed to be the beginning of a new
chapter. Kasumi's eyes darted to the first few words of the chapter, and
her eyes began to widen. She turned and silently left.
"Maybe she's 'growing up' a little too fast," Kasumi growled, but then she
sighed regretfully. "But who am I to talk?"
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Akane stowed the book between the mattresses of her bed, then got up and
walked to the closet.
She yawned again while yanking some nightclothes off the hangers. As she
stripped most of her clothing off and began to put on the pajamas, she caught
a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
"Hmm, wouldja look at that," she thought, then on impulse, flexed a bicep.
Akane had never thought of her body in any more than a physical way. To
her, it had just been a tool to aid her in the practice of the martial arts.
"I wonder...could Ranma ever see me...like in the books? Does my body
mean something entirely different to him? Does he always think that way about
me?"
Akane reached over to her desk and turned off the lamp, then made her way
through the darkness back to her bed. She slipped between the sheets and the
bedspread.
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Early morningtime.
Ranma yawned as he slid open the door to the bath proper, where the water
had been filling for a couple minutes now.
He stopped short at the sight of Shampoo in the tub. She was in waist
deep, and was covered in soap bubbles up to her neck. She smiled seductively
at Ranma. The bubbles were almost clear, but were thick enough to impede
vision. Ranma could see well enough to make out the curves and skin. He
followed the swell of her breasts up to where he could vaguely see flesh of
another color beckoning behind the soap.
"Come, Ranma, wipe away inhibition," she said softly, gesturing to the
bubbles covering her flesh.
Akane, listening from the other side of the door, mused, "That sounds
familiar. Yeah, that's from the newest Carol Finesea novel!"
"Hey! You'd better get out of here before--"
"Ranma want this."
"Wh-what? N-no...no way!"
"It time you...come clean. Get in, husband."
"Akane would have my head," Ranma explained.
Akane smiled inwardly and giggled silently with self-satisfaction.
"No be afraid, husband, Shampoo no drown you...with bathwater," Shampoo
said, winking and gesturing for Ranma to join her.
"What are you talking about?"
"He's not following the script," Shampoo thought, "Well, I guess this can
be a stage whisper."
"Shampoo talk about how much Ranma want taste this," she answered aloud,
grabbing Ranma's hand with a sudden motion and using it to clear bubbles from
one of her breasts. Ranma groaned with something he wasn't sure what it was.
Akane heard the moan. "He's doing it! Oh no! If I remember correctly,
he's kissing her and he asks her if this is what she's talking about..."
Ranma wasn't kissing anything, but, bewildered as he was, he had to ask,
"Is th-this what you're talking about?"
"I'll show you what she's talking about!" came a third voice.
"Oh no oh no I told you I told y--" Ranma yelled, panicked, before his
face was pressed forcefully into the ceiling.
"Die!" Akane screamed at Shampoo, throwing a mighty punch.
"Can touch rest of me later, husband!" Shampoo laughed, before dodging
Akane and escaping out the window.
"What did she mean, the rest of her, Ranma?" Akane asked, trying to see if
Ranma could talk his way out of this one.
"N-nothing!"
"Liar!" Akane yelled, uppercutting him once more for good measure.
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The kitchen hummed with life. The cook prepared what would soon be a cul-
inary masterpiece. Heads would turn at the fine aroma and gourmet flavor of
this preparation. Good old Kasumi, knowing this, had led everyone from the
house outside so they could eat out.
"This Meal of Love will be the best dish he's ever eaten!" Akane resolved.
"One cup of wine...okay, here! Hmm...we're buying wine in plastic bottles
now?"
"And now," Akane grinned evilly, "for the special part. One tsp. sugar.
Tsp? Oh, teaspoon!"
Akane picked up a teaspoon of sugar, dumped in the sugar, and then the
teaspoon.
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"Dinner, Ranma!"
"Great! How come you're helping Kasumi serv--oohh...nooo..."
Akane gestured for him to sit down. He did so, gulping nervously. The
rest of the family watched sympathetically. Akane turned and began shutting
all the doors and windows, saying, "Privacy, please!"
The cooking itself didn't look very bad. It didn't smell very bad either.
"Well, go ahead, eat up!"
Ranma picked up his chopsticks very slowly, trying to stall for time.
"Once he eaten most of it, I'll just follow the script..."
Ranma opened his mouth and dumped a rice ball in. It tasted ... like
nothing.
"A meal I can survive!" he thought ecstatically. He began eating the rice
at an amazing rate. "Maybe she'll let me go..."
"Ranma..." she murmured seductively, "you never eat rice by itself."
"Eh? There's nothing to eat it with!"
Akane pulled open the robe she had picked for this occasion.
"Oh yes there is," Akane whispered, barely able to contain her excitement.
"I hope you like 'dressing' on your food," she giggled, indicating her lin-
gerie. "But I don't mind if you don't." She smiled.
"What are you talking about? I don't see anything edible."
"You don't?" Akane said, getting steamed.
"And that bra is butt-ugly! Shouldn't you put your robe back on?"
"Well, what about the rice?"
"It's kinda tasteless, actually."
Akane took a deep breath. "Attractive," she said to herself over and
over.
"You should just give up cooking!"
Akane punched him in the face, then regretted it immediately. "That did
not come out quite the way I wanted it to..."
"You tomboy! Don't hit me!"
Akane turned her back to him and smiled cutely over her shoulder. "Let
bygones be bygones, Ranma! Go ahead...let things fall where they may," she
grinned, gesturing to the clasp of the blue bra. "Undo all that you've done."
"Are you okay, Akane?"
"I know," Akane thought, "time for the super plan!"
Akane picked up a breadroll and began to lick it sensuously. "Mmm," she
moaned. She moved it in and out repeatedly, her tongue working over it frant-
ically.
"Gross," Ranma thought.
Akane continued her work on the roll and Ranma began to sweat somewhat.
"What if..that were..me.." Ranma thought, then took it back and flinched when
Akane bit into the roll and made a loud crunching sound. The sound made him
think of his bones cracking under the weight of a table. She tore the roll
in half and some of the innards hung out grotesquely.
"Ugh."
Akane started chewing on the roll noisily. "Was this part of it?" she
wondered.
"That could be you..." she moaned. Ranma fainted.
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Ranma woke in the guest room with a wet cloth over his forehead. He took
a glance at the clock and saw it was nearly midnight. Akane was asleep in a
chair beside his futon.
It wasn't until five minutes had passed when the lamp came on of its own
accord. It threw a gaudy light over the guest room. A steaming hot kettle
poured over Ranma's head, jump-starting him awake instantly.
"Yeowch! Who did that?" Ranma's gaze flicked over to the large panda
sleeping in the middle of the room, then he looked past it.
Shampoo was sitting across a chair in the corner.
She purred. Ranma shivered at the sound and squinted his eyes. He looked
closer at Shampoo and his heart leaped. She wasn't wearing her normal garb,
but she was dressed in a flimsy, lacy purple nightie supported by two loops
around her shoulders. Nighties were new to Ranma.
"Whoa..." Ranma admired the obscured view. Shampoo's breasts pushed at
the nightie from inside for an amazing effect. He thought he could almost see
little "Eat Me" tags hanging from them. Ranma tore his eyes upwards to see
what Shampoo was up to, and he could see her smiling. "Drink Me," her full
lips beckoned silently. Ranma silently cursed his English teacher and his
summer reading assignment.
Ranma's view strayed downwards again, only farther so this time. The
nightie was long enough to go just past her hips, and short enough so that he
could see her entire leg.
"Ah...uh..." Ranma said in an attempt to act intelligent.
"Good evening, Ranma."
"Eh...that is...Akane would...uh...beat me up again...stop!"
"Ranma," Shampoo cooed as she rose to stand up straight. She walked to
Ranma, flexing her legs just so before taking a step. Ranma's mind spun and
he thought he could see a glistening slickness between them. His eyes looked
at the floor to ease his exploding mind. Shampoo's ankle bracelet caught his
eye, and it was unbearably sexy. It only worsened his condition.
"I said stop! Stop before--"
"Hush," Shampoo said, silencing him with a toss of her chest. Ranma's
mouth clamped shut.
Shampoo looked at Ranma, who appeared idiotic in his current state.
"Before..before..Aka..ne..." Ranma groaned.
"Now to take him," Shampoo laughed triumphantly.
She moved in on him, letting her body brush his on purpose. Suddenly,
he dropped backwards onto his futon. Shampoo looked down and saw his eyes,
which were shut tight, and his mouth, with drool escaping from it. She
dropped to her knees and tried to shake him awake, but it was to no avail. He
was out cold. Shampoo cursed her rotten luck and began shaking him furiously.
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"Get out!" Akane yelled hysterically, punting the newly-cat-form Shampoo
through the opened window into the yard. She could hear Shampoo scampering
into town.
The nightie caught her eye and she snatched it up, thinking, "So, this is
one of the tools of the trade, eh?"
Ranma's eyes blinked open.
"Shampoo," he moaned.
"Who are you talking to?" Akane screamed in his ear.
Ranma jolted awake and his head snapped to the side. He caught Akane's
stormy, turbulent eyes, and flinched in reflex.
"What did you do with that bimbo?" Akane yelled as loud as possible.
"N-nothing!"
Mr. Tendo suddenly slammed the door open and burst in.
"What's going on? You did something with Shampoo, did you?"
"No! Akane doesn't know what she's--"
"You have one more chance! Your punishment..." Mr. Tendo said darkly, "is
this!" He wound up for a mighty Wrecking-Ball Crane Kick.
Ranma's body sailed through the window after Shampoo.
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Akane was just entering her room after watching Ranma fly high into the
morning sky when a hand gripped her shoulder and prevented her from moving.
She tried to break the grip, but it squeezed even tighter.
The hand pulled her into Kasumi's room. The door slammed behind her and
Kasumi let her go.
"Listen, Akane. Your cooking needs practice. A lot of practice. You can
not win Ranma over by a landslide until you learn to cook well."
"Who says I'm trying to win--"
"Actually, you can't really cook at all," Kasumi said, amused, then her
gaze hardened sternly on Akane, and she continued, "but I'll make damn sure
you know how to fuck."
"K-Kasumi?"
"You go about it all wrong, Akane. I have the voice of experience, and
I'll teach you to do it right. You left too much to Ranma last night."
"But...hey, what gives you the silly idea I want that jerk?"
"And what are we reading naughty literature for, dear sister?"
"Ah...you know about that?"
"I know a lot, Akane."
"Uh...Kasumi...you said you had the voice of experience?"
Kasumi blushed. "Yes, and if you're wondering who with, it was a guy in
high school. We called him Mr. Carlson. He was from Australia. He had come
to Japan several years before we met."
"How come I never heard about this befo--" Akane started.
"I'll tell you all about it. Sit down and listen." Kasumi assured.
"Why did you call this guy Mr. Carlson? What grade was he in?"
"Grade...? Oh mercy, no! You misunderstand. You know I only like older
men. He was the art teacher!"
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to be continued
I was inspired by a random fanfic reader to continue my series. Out of the
blue,
I get an email asking me where he can find the next part of my fic. I've
virtually quit the Fanfic world since two summers ago (ah, summer 96, those
were
the days :)
This pleased my ego inordinately, so much so that I'm resurrecting my old
fanfics
and completing them, starting now. Seriously. This fic is actually done, but
I am not happy with its ending, so I'm going to partially scrap what I have.
The hard part about this fic is that it is hard to dead-end without becoming a
lemon, but I think that I have found a good ending that isn't a lemon.
Of course, lemon side stories are welcome. :) Just email me..
we...@freenet.victoria.bc.ca (after all, i don't want the WPI staff
to track me down and suspend me for writing this perverted crap :)
Thanks for reading.
Signed, The Scourge From WPI - PhoneyNT.