Didi's totally not fanfiction

Vivi sighed. It had been a long day dealing with customer complaints. Who were they to question her? It wasn't her fault if the products didn't work as advertised, in fact, it was on purpose. She wouldn't get a lot of sales if she explained that her products were potentially life ruining, would she? It was their own fault if they let their greed and desires get the best of them. It wasn't that she minded paying refunds, the money didn't matter, if was the suggestion that her products were faulty that bothered her the most. That's why she had a instituted a new policy. All refunds come with a free gift. The gift being whatever Vivi felt was appropriate punishment of course. For example the last guy had tried to return a masturbatory aid because it made his dick chafe was rewarded with a cock cage guaranteed to solve that problem permanently. Even if it was satisfying dishing out the 'gifts', it was still stressful getting yelled at. That's why Vivi had come to the bathroom, intending to take a nice long soak.

Unfortunately the tub was already full. In an ordinary household one might simply pull the plug, drain the water, and refill it. They might even stick their hand it to see if it was still warm. This was not an ordinary household. In fact Vivi could sense raw magic radiating from the water's surface. She sighed again. "DIDI!" She stormed out of the bathroom and burst into Didi's bedroom. Why she still lived with this bimbo she couldn't say, "What's with the water?"

Didi looked up and set down her book, "Oh, that's...don't touch that. It took me forever to perfect that water!"

Vivi put her hand on her hips, "What did we say about experiments in the apartment? We have a workshop for that kind of thing."

"Ya but the tub was too heavy to drag downstairs. So I just filled it here."

Vivi glared at her, then snapped her fingers. A bathtub appeared in front of her, "Uh...magic?" She said.

Didi blushed, "Oh right. I guess I could have done that."

"What an idiot," Vivi said under her breath. She snapped to make the tub disappear, "What is it anyway?"

Didi sighed mournfully, "Well...remember how I tried to get you to watch that anime with me?"

"The one about the guy who is reincarnated into another world and is somehow super strong and also has a bunch of big boobed women interested in him?"

Didi shook her head, "No, and that wouldn't narrow it down at all. I mean the one about the guy, the martial artist."

"Oh, the one with the old perverted guy in it?"

"Well yes, but no. That character was in the original, but not the remake..., no the one with..."

Vivi threw her hands up, "Just tell me already!" Didi was always trying to get her to watch cartoons with her, but Vivi didn't see the appeal. She only watched serious shows like Love is Blind and The Ultimatum.

"Ranma 1/2. It's about a guy who turns into a woman whenever he's splashed with cold water, and back into a boy when he's splashed with hot water. They just release a remake and I binged it, but now I'm sad because it's over."

Vivi sighed, "Get to the end. What's in the tub?"

"Oh! Well Ranma falls into a magic pool, so..."

"So..."

"So I recreated it obviously!" Didi said cheerfully.

Vivi shook her head, "If you miss a show just go watch it again, or watch the original if it's a remake. Don't start doing magic in my bathroom!"

"But I did!" Didi complained, "I rewatched the original. Re-read the manga. Twice. I need more Ranma!"

"Then write fanfiction or something." Vivi suggested.

"WHAT?" Didi shouted scornfully, "I would never stoop so low as to write trashy fanfiction. Don't be absurd!"

Vivi gave up, "Fine. Whatever. So what are you doing with the water then?"

"I'm going to make a live action adaptation of course!" Didi said with a straight face.

"...live...action..." Vivi said blankly, "You've lost me."

Didi looked giddy, "I've been gathering all the ingredients...I've been messing around in the lives of my cast, prepping them for the start of my show. It was surprisingly easy to find a man dumb enough to bring his son along on a ridiculous training mission. The hardest part was getting the son into a school with a mandatory uniform. I had to go back in time and found my own school, it was quite an ordeal. The real benefit though is I'm going to play the role of Hinako Ninomiya myself, she becomes a teacher at the school."

"You went back in time..." Vivi was a little scared. Did Didi get stronger without her realizing it? First she'd tricked her at Christmas and now time travel, she'd had to level up herself soon. "Wait, you're going to teach? What? How to suck a dick? You couldn't teach a starving man how to eat."

"I could to! Besides, Hinako is a bit of a ditz."

Vivi tapped her foot, deep in though, "You aren't going to like...cause trouble for us, are you? The Producers are cool with this?"

"No trouble at all! I made a few changes to my plot to satisfy a few of their demands, but they said as long as I keep my show contained within the area around the University it'll be fine. Oh, and they don't want you to interfere. If you want to play a part though..."

"NOPE!" Vivi shook her head, "I won't be part of this. Just get that water out of my bathtub!"

"Oh fine, they should be heading to the training sight soon anyway..."

Ryan sighed as he trudged along behind his father. Why the hell was he here? When his dad had suggested a nice trip into the mountains for a end of summer trip, it had sounded like a good idea. He had spent all summer at a training camp in Vancouver and there had been no time to relax or do anything expect play hockey. A trip up into the Canadian Rockies to sightsee sounded pretty nice. Even if hiking up a mountain was still not exactly relaxing, it had seemed like a good change of pace. And it would have been...if that's actually why his father had dragged him up here.

"Come on boy, just a little further to the secret training area." His father said jovially, "You want to be better than these Canucks don't you? Oh look, there's the guide I hired."

There was a man leaning against a rock face. He was wearing a strange green suit which seemed totally out of place, but he smiled and waved at them as they approached, "Welcome to Tł'óqelsa, or as as the settlers called it...Springdale. Follow me, I'll lead you to the training grounds. You are very wise to come here...very brave too." He added quietly.

"Brave?" Ryan asked.

His father ignored that, "Is it true that Carey Price trained here?"

"Oh yes, very true. This is where he first mastered the butterfly style. Come, I'll show you."

Ryan grudgingly followed them. It was further than he expected. After a couple more hours of walking they finally arrived at a wide valley. He could see dozens, no, hundreds of small pools, with numerous wood poles sticking straight up out of them. "Huh?"

"Our ancestors have been coming here for 1000s of years to train their skills. Of course for most of our history they wanted to be better hunters, but but ever since Carey we've pivoted to offering it to promising hockey players. It's very selective of course, we don't want this pristine landscape overrun with tourists."

Ryan looked out and cringed. There was something about these pools that disturbed him. Pristine is not what he would have said. He was even skeptical that it had been here for thousands of years. It almost looked like the pools had been dug out recently with an excavator. There should have been more grass between the pools, right?

Suddenly the guide slapped him on the back in a friendly manner, "Now I must warn you. Over the centuries many people have met their tragic end in these pools. It is said that they are cursed-"

"Ya ya, we get it. Come on Ryan, let's go. We need to get some training in before the sun sets!"

"Dad..." Did they really want to be alone in the mountains with the sun setting?

"There is a cabin over there you can spend the night in," The guide said, pointing, "Enjoy your training!" The guide turned to leave.

"Wait, how are we going to get back after?" Ryan asked.

"We'll be fine," His dad insisted, "Now that we've been shown the secret of how to get here it'll be easy to find our way home, right?"

Ryan looked back at the guide, was he running? No, just walking really fast. He looked back to his dad, "If you're sure about this..."

Ryan had no idea how this related to hockey, but his dad had played in the NHL so he felt like he must know what he was talking about. Sure he had only played 3 seasons before an injury ended his career but even just making it proved that he had talent.

At his father's instructions he was holding a long pole and standing on top of one of the poles. His father was standing on another. "Try to knock me off!" His father suddenly jumped from one pole to another and swung his pole. Ryan jumped back, barely landing on top of another pole. "Don't be a wimp!" His father followed and swung again.

Ryan deflected the pole with his own and jumped away, then jumped again and tried to attack. He swung high just as his father was swinging low. Unfortunately they both connected, hard. Ryan found his feet knocked out from under him and suddenly he was falling. SPLASH! He fell into the pool.

Luckily the pool was very shallow. It was just deep enough to submerge him, but he just had to sit up to get his head out of the water. "Fuck, I'm soaked!" He complained. Wait...what happened to his voice. He coughed and stood up. He felt dizzy, "Dad?" He looked around. Where was he? His dad had fallen too but..."HOLY FUCK!" He screamed. A bear was rising out of the next pool over. He froze. What was he supposed to do? The bear rose onto it's hind legs and roared at him. Ryan took a step back and tripped, falling on his butt.

He felt a strange sensation on his chest, but he was too distracted to think much about it. "DAD!" He yelled again. Think Ryan think. What do you do when you face a bear? Punch it in the nose? The bear was still on it's hind legs. He could see wicked looking claws and sharp teeth. Nope! Not that. Uh...play dead? No, just back away. He got to his feet and started backing away. The bear followed, walking forward on two legs.

He tried trying to put distance between them without running, but the bear followed. It actually didn't seem aggressive. It was making a lot of noise, but it didn't seem aggressive. Then it did something really strange. It got down on four legs and started using a paw to draw in the dirt. It stepped back and pointed with a paw. Curious now, Ryan approached. Written there in the dirt were words, English words. He looked at the bear, "Dad?"

He looked down again. The bear had written, 'Ryan it's me.' The bear roared again and nodded it's head. Ryan shook his head, "Nope. Not possible..."

The bear appeared to sigh, then started writing again. 'Look at your chest.'

"My chest? What?" Ryan finally looked down. "WHAT?" He grabbed his chest with his hands. Boobs. Why did he have boobs? He grabbed his crotch next, "Where...where's my dick!? I'm a woman?"

The bear shrugged, a very bizarre behavior to observe. Then it wrote again, 'At least you're not a bear.'

Ryan shook his head. This wasn't possible. How? Why? What had that guide said, something about a curse? What are they going to do??