Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Ranma the Anxious Overburdened Tentacle Demon ❯ Chapter 1: Here's Ranma ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: RangerShade 
Exactly what it says on the tin.
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 06.21.2009 | Updated On: 06.21.2009 | Pages: 6 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 26.7K | Status: Work In Progress
Exactly what it says on the tin.
Anime/Manga: Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 06.21.2009 | Updated On: 06.21.2009 | Pages: 6 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 26.7K | Status: Work In Progress
Ranma the Anxious Overburdened Tentacle Demon
by Shade
Disclaimer: Takahashi would roll over in her grave
if she were dead. So would Taeko-san,
Go Nagai, Ken-san and everyone else
whose creations I'm borrowing.
Severe lemon warning.
And yes, I'm parodying WFrose.
You may start screaming now.
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
It had started innocently enough.
A simple postcard, a last minute revelation of an old promise
between two families and a pair of bundled up guests who'd
arrived one rainy afternoon.
"Ooo, he's sorta cute."
The boy flinched as Nabiki's assessing stare made its way across
his body.
"He's so young."
The disapproving sigh from Kasumi had less of an effect.
But it still hurt. Although the reasons why eluded him.
"Hmmph! Just another pervert like all the others."
For once, Akane's words were closer to the truth then normal.
Didn't mean this 'pervert' had to like it though.
"So which one do you want as a fiancee?"
Ranma stared at the father Tendo.
Him, stay in the same house as these girls? With *HIS* curse?!
His father was no help at all. The old man seemed to think that
it "wasn't that big a deal".
"Just pick one and let nature take its course."
Oh yeah, this from the person who only had a simple Panda form
to worry about!
"I'm outta here."
Ranma had his backpack on in a flash and was almost out the door
when something large and heavy smashed into the back of his head.
"Damn ungrateful boy. Always trying to ruin everything."
The Tendos stared at the scowling Genma and the table in his hands.
"What? He had that one coming!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was dark outside when Ranma awoke.
But he was warm and comfortable under the covers.
A cool compress had been wrapped around his head, easing
the pinpricks of lightning that stabbed inside his tender
skull.
At least until he realized that the only thing seperating
him from an icy dose of reality was a ziploc bag and a thin
cotten towel.
"Gah!!"
"You really shouldn't move, that's quite a bruise you have."
He recognized the soft chiding voice. It was the oldest daughter, Kasumi.
"Take it off! Hurry, you have to take this off of me!"
He struggled to convey the danger she was in, but the blow to his head
seemd to have addled his motor functions. As he fumbled about, trying
to get his hands free from the entangling blanket, he felt the cold compress
start to slip downwards.
"Get away!"
"What's wrong? You're going to hurt yourself if you keep moving like that!"
Her fingers collided with his moving arms and she tumbled forward on top of him,
losing her balance due to the unexpected jolt.
With a last mental shriek of hopeless dispair, he felt the icebag spill open
and the slushy contents drench his neck and chest.
Then the change swept away all conscious awareness and the mind of Ranma Saotome knew nothing more.
"Oh my."
Kasumi could only stare in stunned amazement.
And then a swarm of slimy green bulbous tentacles erupted from underneath the sheets and descended upon her.
-----------------------
In the kitchen Nabiki sleepily cocked her head from where she was investigating the contents
of the fridge for a late night snack. She could have sworn she heard someone faintly moaning
from somewhere down the hall. Had their troublesome little houseguest finally woken up?
A piece of cold tonkatsu still sticking out of her mouth, the middle Tendo daughter decided
to take a quick peek on the admittedly not unattractive young man. It was a pity that she'd
neglected to bring her instant camera, but maybe next time she could sneak a few shots in-
The fried pork cutlet fell unnoticed to the ground as her jaw dropped. She stood there in front
of the entrance to the guest room, unable to do more then stare at the shocking sight before her
as all of the mental images of big sister Kasumi as a pure, motherly figure who had no sexual
identity whatsoever shattered into a million pieces.
That panting slime covered figure writhing on top of something out of her worst dojin inspired
nightmares simply couldn't be her homely older sibling. Those were not Kasumi's heaving breasts
being encircled and squeezed so that their already generous proportions jutted out even further.
The knobby green appendages firmly latched onto the nipples and aureola by their triangular tips
and wiggling about as they suckled on their perches had to be figments of her demented imagination.
Those slick sliding hips and thighs that danced to the rhythm set by the disturbingly phallic members
supporting them had to be an optical illusion.
But the hallucination didn't vanish and her own sanity held on by bleeding fingernails as she witnessed
the impossible sight of actual swollen, bumpy, honest to god *tentacles* enthusiastically invading
the naked mound and stretching rosebud of her plain housekeeping older sister. The wet squelch
of the gyrating appendages as they pumped in and out three at a time from the rear and two in the front
was the most lewd obscene sound that Nabiki had ever heard. A thin trickle of bluish green goo dripped down
from the occupied tentacles, a less colorful but more liquid version smelling strongly of female excitement
escaped with every deep thrust made by the pair pistoning into the naked woman's spread open cunt.
Somehow Nabiki managed to pull her eyes up to see Kasumi's face. That look of utter ecstasy there
as she greedily swallowed yet another oozing wiggling appendage was completely unrecognizable.
Even as she watched, a new surge of motion picked up across the tentacles violating Kasumi's holes
and the young woman's hips bucked again and again through a series of climaxes that blended together
like a chain of invisible lightning.
And then it came. Or rather *IT* came.
The furiously moving phallic monstrosities roiled and swelled visibly before suddenly unleashing
a veritable torrent of aqua colored monster cum. Despite Kasumi's best efforts, overflow spilled
past her tightly clamped lips like a tap left open. More liquid goo started squirting out of her
overstuffed pussy and anal canal as both were filled to the brim, the only visual sign of this
being the swelling of the oldest Tendo girl's abdomen as if she were slightly pregnant.
Ever so slowly, the now satiated tentacles withdrew themselves, despite the half-mumbled protests
of their victim as she made a feeble effort to keep the one in her mouth from escaping. A wet
squelch marked their exit from the warm homes they'd occupyed and was followed by a virtual flood
of the glowing liquid that smelled strongly of female juices and...cherry blossoms?!
Kasumi's middle gradually shrank back into its normal state as more and more of the tentacle spooge
spilled out from between her legs. With what looked like almost unusual care, the obscene appendages
slowly lowered her to the floor.
Nabiki had seen more then enough, it was time to get out of her-
The floorboard under her foot squeaked as she backed up over it.
Several dozen tentacles that had not gotten involved in the action came to attention at once
and swiveled their knobbed ends towards the direction of the entranceway like a flock of birds
on alert...or a pack of wolves that had just heard a very foolish doe wander into their range.
Nabiki couldn't make out any eyes, but she had the uncanny impression that they'd seen her.
There was a long silence as girl and nightmarish phallic members regarded each other.
Nabiki turned on her heels and fled as if all the Demons of Hell were back there.
The tentacles eagerly raced after her.
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
Nabiki dashed through the living room, a horde of slimy tentacles hot on her tail.
Several of them brushed by the couch and accidently hit the remote that had been resting on it.
The television switched on, unnoticed by anyone.
'A Day at the Races' began to blare from the speakers as an old Loony Toons skit involving
a chase scene between a rabbit and a hound dog flickered into existence.
Nabiki made a hard left and ran down the corridor.
A glance behind her showed that her pursuers were still keeping pace with her.
She made another left. They followed.
As the girl slid around a third left turn the animated rabbit on screen lit a dynamite cigar for
his baffled hunter.
Nabiki had the brief satisfaction of seeing the slimy appendages jerk to a surprised halt as they got
tangled up among themselves. The brief grin of triumph faded as she watched the ends begin to retrace
their previous route in reverse.
It was obviously time to call in the Heavy Artillery.
Nabiki scrambled upstairs towards Akane's room.
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
Akane's sleep muzzled head jerked as the annoying banging sound on her door continued
despite her best efforts to ignore it.
Mumbling undecipherable curses under her breath, the fuzzy headed girl got up in her
pajamas and made her way to the repeated loud rapping. If that was either of their 'guests'
at her door, she was going to seriously hurt them, she decided.
She unlocked the door and began to open it a crack when suddenly it was shoved back against
her and she found herself being trampled by her sister Nabiki in the other girl's haste
to get inside of the room.
"What the hell? Nabiki! You better have a good explanation for stepping on me!"
"Monster outside! Need you to kill it, Akane!!"
The last part came from beneath Akane's bed as her older sister dived under the covers.
"A monster? Have you been watching one of those scary movies again, Nabiki?"
A polite knocking at the door interrupted whatever retort the middle Tendo sister was about to give.
"Now what?"
"Don't open the door!"
Akane turned back towards her sister even as she opened the door for a second time.
"Honestly Sis, you're being silly. There's no such thing as monsters."
A white faced Nabiki pointed out from the covers at a spot behind her younger sister.
A prickling sensation went up Akane's spine at the expression of true terror she saw in those eyes.
She turned her head back towards the open door.
A whole host of bulging green phallic looking tentacles looked back at her.
Two of them helpfully held up a handwritten sign that read "Have you seen this girl's ass?"
Underneath the words was a fairly good sketch of what looked like a someone wearing a
pair of shorts running away as seen from the position of the pursuer.
". . ."
"YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHH!!!"
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
Soun Tendo jerked out of his bed at the sound of his youngest daughter's scream.
"My Babies!!"
He was out of his room at a run before the last syllable died away.
And nearly collided with a frantically retreating horde of lime colored tentacles.
"GRRAAGGHHH! GET BACK HERE AND DIE!!"
The last thing Soun saw before the lights went back out was a close up of a bamboo shinai heading towards his face.
Akane barely noticed the brief obstacle in her path.
She had eyes for nothing but her target, the enemy of all women, naughty tentacles.
The furious girl chased the cowardly appendages back down the stairs and across the living room.
She nearly caught them as they fled into the dojo. Not wanting to give them time to recover, she
charged in right after them.
Then Akane's feet suddenly skidded to a stop.
The expression on her face changed from that of a hunting dog that had just nabbed
a fat rabbit to one that had just discovered that it had stepped into a grizzly's den.
"Uh oh."
They'd found the dojo's sparring equipment.
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
"AAAGGGHHHHH!!!"
Genma blinked wearily as he sat up in his futon.
Ah, that would be the Akane girl, Soun's youngest.
There she was, running away from his son who was chasing her
with a whole bunch of wooden bokken in his slimy appendages.
Nothing out of the ordinary then.
He lay down and went back to sleep.
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
Akane fled with the enemy hot on her heels. Every time she slowed down a little
one of the quicker tentacles would give her a loud smack across her bottom with
the wooden practice sword it gripped with its....what the hell did tentacles use
as fingers anyway?!
The screaming girl raced across the hall, yelping as each hard crack connected against her ass.
She needed more firepower.
And there was her salvation dead ahead.
Akane Tendo dove into the kitchen.
With reckless abandon, the swarm of tentacles charged in after her.
The Universe held its breath.
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
Soun Tendo opened his eyes.
His head hurt.
Why was he was lying on the hallway floor?
He sat up.
Oh yes, his youngest daughter had-
"QUUUUUEEEEEEEEE!!!"
*TRAMPLE*
*THUD*
A horde of terrified lime green tentacles ran over him as they fled from the masked
chainsaw wielding nightmare chasing them.
"It's Fried Calamari Tonight!!"
Akane Tendo was in her element, even if the hockey mask was a little stuffy.
She'd show those peverted appendages who was boss!
Akane chased them through the halls, around the house and finally into the guest room.
Hah! She had it cornered now!
The cackling girl revved her industrial grade chainsaw (a souvenir from a prior cooking experiment)
and advanced menacingly on the quivering mass of penile limbs.
"There's no escape! We'll slice and dice and stick you all in hot oil!!"
*CLONG*
And then Akane toppled forward, out cold.
From behind her a naked Kasumi Tendo frowned down meaningfully at her psychotic younger sister,
trusty frying pan in hand.
"Quee?"
A single eye appeared cautiously from within the middle of the writhing tentacles.
It was gold with a slit cat iris and looked up at Kasumi questioningly.
"I'm terribly sorry about that. She's really a nice girl, she's just a homicidal maniac."
"Quee??"
The mass of wiggling phallic symbols started to shrink as the various tentacles seemed
to withdraw into themselves until at last the main body of the creature was revealed.
Kasumi smiled fondly at the creature and reached down to pick it up and cuddle it to her
ample bosom.
"Quee!!"
The being looked like a pink plump plushie version of an octopus the size of a teddy bear,
but with only a single eye in the middle of its main body mass. It cooed from the stubby
tentacle that seemed to be located in the approximate location of its mouth.
"We'll keep you nice and warm in my room, Tenta-kun."
And with a happy and contented little tentacle monster nursing at her breasts,
Kasumi stepped over her unconscious sister and went to bed.
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
"Akane?"
"Daddy?"
"Anybody?!"
It would be a long and sleepless night for Nabiki Tendo.
-End Chapter 1
by Shade
Disclaimer: Takahashi would roll over in her grave
if she were dead. So would Taeko-san,
Go Nagai, Ken-san and everyone else
whose creations I'm borrowing.
Severe lemon warning.
And yes, I'm parodying WFrose.
You may start screaming now.
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
It had started innocently enough.
A simple postcard, a last minute revelation of an old promise
between two families and a pair of bundled up guests who'd
arrived one rainy afternoon.
"Ooo, he's sorta cute."
The boy flinched as Nabiki's assessing stare made its way across
his body.
"He's so young."
The disapproving sigh from Kasumi had less of an effect.
But it still hurt. Although the reasons why eluded him.
"Hmmph! Just another pervert like all the others."
For once, Akane's words were closer to the truth then normal.
Didn't mean this 'pervert' had to like it though.
"So which one do you want as a fiancee?"
Ranma stared at the father Tendo.
Him, stay in the same house as these girls? With *HIS* curse?!
His father was no help at all. The old man seemed to think that
it "wasn't that big a deal".
"Just pick one and let nature take its course."
Oh yeah, this from the person who only had a simple Panda form
to worry about!
"I'm outta here."
Ranma had his backpack on in a flash and was almost out the door
when something large and heavy smashed into the back of his head.
"Damn ungrateful boy. Always trying to ruin everything."
The Tendos stared at the scowling Genma and the table in his hands.
"What? He had that one coming!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was dark outside when Ranma awoke.
But he was warm and comfortable under the covers.
A cool compress had been wrapped around his head, easing
the pinpricks of lightning that stabbed inside his tender
skull.
At least until he realized that the only thing seperating
him from an icy dose of reality was a ziploc bag and a thin
cotten towel.
"Gah!!"
"You really shouldn't move, that's quite a bruise you have."
He recognized the soft chiding voice. It was the oldest daughter, Kasumi.
"Take it off! Hurry, you have to take this off of me!"
He struggled to convey the danger she was in, but the blow to his head
seemd to have addled his motor functions. As he fumbled about, trying
to get his hands free from the entangling blanket, he felt the cold compress
start to slip downwards.
"Get away!"
"What's wrong? You're going to hurt yourself if you keep moving like that!"
Her fingers collided with his moving arms and she tumbled forward on top of him,
losing her balance due to the unexpected jolt.
With a last mental shriek of hopeless dispair, he felt the icebag spill open
and the slushy contents drench his neck and chest.
Then the change swept away all conscious awareness and the mind of Ranma Saotome knew nothing more.
"Oh my."
Kasumi could only stare in stunned amazement.
And then a swarm of slimy green bulbous tentacles erupted from underneath the sheets and descended upon her.
-----------------------
In the kitchen Nabiki sleepily cocked her head from where she was investigating the contents
of the fridge for a late night snack. She could have sworn she heard someone faintly moaning
from somewhere down the hall. Had their troublesome little houseguest finally woken up?
A piece of cold tonkatsu still sticking out of her mouth, the middle Tendo daughter decided
to take a quick peek on the admittedly not unattractive young man. It was a pity that she'd
neglected to bring her instant camera, but maybe next time she could sneak a few shots in-
The fried pork cutlet fell unnoticed to the ground as her jaw dropped. She stood there in front
of the entrance to the guest room, unable to do more then stare at the shocking sight before her
as all of the mental images of big sister Kasumi as a pure, motherly figure who had no sexual
identity whatsoever shattered into a million pieces.
That panting slime covered figure writhing on top of something out of her worst dojin inspired
nightmares simply couldn't be her homely older sibling. Those were not Kasumi's heaving breasts
being encircled and squeezed so that their already generous proportions jutted out even further.
The knobby green appendages firmly latched onto the nipples and aureola by their triangular tips
and wiggling about as they suckled on their perches had to be figments of her demented imagination.
Those slick sliding hips and thighs that danced to the rhythm set by the disturbingly phallic members
supporting them had to be an optical illusion.
But the hallucination didn't vanish and her own sanity held on by bleeding fingernails as she witnessed
the impossible sight of actual swollen, bumpy, honest to god *tentacles* enthusiastically invading
the naked mound and stretching rosebud of her plain housekeeping older sister. The wet squelch
of the gyrating appendages as they pumped in and out three at a time from the rear and two in the front
was the most lewd obscene sound that Nabiki had ever heard. A thin trickle of bluish green goo dripped down
from the occupied tentacles, a less colorful but more liquid version smelling strongly of female excitement
escaped with every deep thrust made by the pair pistoning into the naked woman's spread open cunt.
Somehow Nabiki managed to pull her eyes up to see Kasumi's face. That look of utter ecstasy there
as she greedily swallowed yet another oozing wiggling appendage was completely unrecognizable.
Even as she watched, a new surge of motion picked up across the tentacles violating Kasumi's holes
and the young woman's hips bucked again and again through a series of climaxes that blended together
like a chain of invisible lightning.
And then it came. Or rather *IT* came.
The furiously moving phallic monstrosities roiled and swelled visibly before suddenly unleashing
a veritable torrent of aqua colored monster cum. Despite Kasumi's best efforts, overflow spilled
past her tightly clamped lips like a tap left open. More liquid goo started squirting out of her
overstuffed pussy and anal canal as both were filled to the brim, the only visual sign of this
being the swelling of the oldest Tendo girl's abdomen as if she were slightly pregnant.
Ever so slowly, the now satiated tentacles withdrew themselves, despite the half-mumbled protests
of their victim as she made a feeble effort to keep the one in her mouth from escaping. A wet
squelch marked their exit from the warm homes they'd occupyed and was followed by a virtual flood
of the glowing liquid that smelled strongly of female juices and...cherry blossoms?!
Kasumi's middle gradually shrank back into its normal state as more and more of the tentacle spooge
spilled out from between her legs. With what looked like almost unusual care, the obscene appendages
slowly lowered her to the floor.
Nabiki had seen more then enough, it was time to get out of her-
The floorboard under her foot squeaked as she backed up over it.
Several dozen tentacles that had not gotten involved in the action came to attention at once
and swiveled their knobbed ends towards the direction of the entranceway like a flock of birds
on alert...or a pack of wolves that had just heard a very foolish doe wander into their range.
Nabiki couldn't make out any eyes, but she had the uncanny impression that they'd seen her.
There was a long silence as girl and nightmarish phallic members regarded each other.
Nabiki turned on her heels and fled as if all the Demons of Hell were back there.
The tentacles eagerly raced after her.
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
Nabiki dashed through the living room, a horde of slimy tentacles hot on her tail.
Several of them brushed by the couch and accidently hit the remote that had been resting on it.
The television switched on, unnoticed by anyone.
'A Day at the Races' began to blare from the speakers as an old Loony Toons skit involving
a chase scene between a rabbit and a hound dog flickered into existence.
Nabiki made a hard left and ran down the corridor.
A glance behind her showed that her pursuers were still keeping pace with her.
She made another left. They followed.
As the girl slid around a third left turn the animated rabbit on screen lit a dynamite cigar for
his baffled hunter.
Nabiki had the brief satisfaction of seeing the slimy appendages jerk to a surprised halt as they got
tangled up among themselves. The brief grin of triumph faded as she watched the ends begin to retrace
their previous route in reverse.
It was obviously time to call in the Heavy Artillery.
Nabiki scrambled upstairs towards Akane's room.
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
Akane's sleep muzzled head jerked as the annoying banging sound on her door continued
despite her best efforts to ignore it.
Mumbling undecipherable curses under her breath, the fuzzy headed girl got up in her
pajamas and made her way to the repeated loud rapping. If that was either of their 'guests'
at her door, she was going to seriously hurt them, she decided.
She unlocked the door and began to open it a crack when suddenly it was shoved back against
her and she found herself being trampled by her sister Nabiki in the other girl's haste
to get inside of the room.
"What the hell? Nabiki! You better have a good explanation for stepping on me!"
"Monster outside! Need you to kill it, Akane!!"
The last part came from beneath Akane's bed as her older sister dived under the covers.
"A monster? Have you been watching one of those scary movies again, Nabiki?"
A polite knocking at the door interrupted whatever retort the middle Tendo sister was about to give.
"Now what?"
"Don't open the door!"
Akane turned back towards her sister even as she opened the door for a second time.
"Honestly Sis, you're being silly. There's no such thing as monsters."
A white faced Nabiki pointed out from the covers at a spot behind her younger sister.
A prickling sensation went up Akane's spine at the expression of true terror she saw in those eyes.
She turned her head back towards the open door.
A whole host of bulging green phallic looking tentacles looked back at her.
Two of them helpfully held up a handwritten sign that read "Have you seen this girl's ass?"
Underneath the words was a fairly good sketch of what looked like a someone wearing a
pair of shorts running away as seen from the position of the pursuer.
". . ."
"YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHH!!!"
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
Soun Tendo jerked out of his bed at the sound of his youngest daughter's scream.
"My Babies!!"
He was out of his room at a run before the last syllable died away.
And nearly collided with a frantically retreating horde of lime colored tentacles.
"GRRAAGGHHH! GET BACK HERE AND DIE!!"
The last thing Soun saw before the lights went back out was a close up of a bamboo shinai heading towards his face.
Akane barely noticed the brief obstacle in her path.
She had eyes for nothing but her target, the enemy of all women, naughty tentacles.
The furious girl chased the cowardly appendages back down the stairs and across the living room.
She nearly caught them as they fled into the dojo. Not wanting to give them time to recover, she
charged in right after them.
Then Akane's feet suddenly skidded to a stop.
The expression on her face changed from that of a hunting dog that had just nabbed
a fat rabbit to one that had just discovered that it had stepped into a grizzly's den.
"Uh oh."
They'd found the dojo's sparring equipment.
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
"AAAGGGHHHHH!!!"
Genma blinked wearily as he sat up in his futon.
Ah, that would be the Akane girl, Soun's youngest.
There she was, running away from his son who was chasing her
with a whole bunch of wooden bokken in his slimy appendages.
Nothing out of the ordinary then.
He lay down and went back to sleep.
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
Akane fled with the enemy hot on her heels. Every time she slowed down a little
one of the quicker tentacles would give her a loud smack across her bottom with
the wooden practice sword it gripped with its....what the hell did tentacles use
as fingers anyway?!
The screaming girl raced across the hall, yelping as each hard crack connected against her ass.
She needed more firepower.
And there was her salvation dead ahead.
Akane Tendo dove into the kitchen.
With reckless abandon, the swarm of tentacles charged in after her.
The Universe held its breath.
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
Soun Tendo opened his eyes.
His head hurt.
Why was he was lying on the hallway floor?
He sat up.
Oh yes, his youngest daughter had-
"QUUUUUEEEEEEEEE!!!"
*TRAMPLE*
*THUD*
A horde of terrified lime green tentacles ran over him as they fled from the masked
chainsaw wielding nightmare chasing them.
"It's Fried Calamari Tonight!!"
Akane Tendo was in her element, even if the hockey mask was a little stuffy.
She'd show those peverted appendages who was boss!
Akane chased them through the halls, around the house and finally into the guest room.
Hah! She had it cornered now!
The cackling girl revved her industrial grade chainsaw (a souvenir from a prior cooking experiment)
and advanced menacingly on the quivering mass of penile limbs.
"There's no escape! We'll slice and dice and stick you all in hot oil!!"
*CLONG*
And then Akane toppled forward, out cold.
From behind her a naked Kasumi Tendo frowned down meaningfully at her psychotic younger sister,
trusty frying pan in hand.
"Quee?"
A single eye appeared cautiously from within the middle of the writhing tentacles.
It was gold with a slit cat iris and looked up at Kasumi questioningly.
"I'm terribly sorry about that. She's really a nice girl, she's just a homicidal maniac."
"Quee??"
The mass of wiggling phallic symbols started to shrink as the various tentacles seemed
to withdraw into themselves until at last the main body of the creature was revealed.
Kasumi smiled fondly at the creature and reached down to pick it up and cuddle it to her
ample bosom.
"Quee!!"
The being looked like a pink plump plushie version of an octopus the size of a teddy bear,
but with only a single eye in the middle of its main body mass. It cooed from the stubby
tentacle that seemed to be located in the approximate location of its mouth.
"We'll keep you nice and warm in my room, Tenta-kun."
And with a happy and contented little tentacle monster nursing at her breasts,
Kasumi stepped over her unconscious sister and went to bed.
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
"Akane?"
"Daddy?"
"Anybody?!"
It would be a long and sleepless night for Nabiki Tendo.
-End Chapter 1