Into the Closet

When Nabiki emerged from her bedroom, she was wearing a shirt and slacks, made-up a little on the heavy side, and smelling strongly of perfume. None of them and the things underneath were her ideas. She did life the scarf around her neck. It was a step towards a **** collar.

“Well, go on!” Ranma told her.

“A sex ****-”

“Don’t call yourself that! What if other people heard you?!” he loudly whispered.

“It’s like Master; the title comes with the wish. I can rebrand, though. Um, hmm...a horny concubine-”

“CONcuBINE!?”

“Um...errr! This is really hard for me to say. It shouldn’t be a synonym for ****. I’m really pushing the limits of the language I'm allowed! But...as I...was, saying, a horny fi,an,cee-”

“You’re now my fiancee!?”

“And a horny fian,cee! Terribly horny! And I need to stay at least within fondling and groping range! If I don’t get a certain amount of physicality every hour or so, I’ll suffer! As a slut: I’m an addict!”

“But what about school?! What about-” He was interrupted by her glomping her arms around his neck, pressing her padded chest up against his and trying to lay a big, lip-sticky kiss on his lips. “I’m the one that supposed to do the fondling and groping!”

“WHAT!!?”

“AKANE!!?”

“Take responsibility, Ranma!” Nabiki said.

“Responsibility!!?” Akane cried.

“After all, you’re the reason I am this way, Saotome!”

“It’s not what it sounds like, Akane!! There’s this - Well, you won’t believe what Mihoshi is, but-”

“Mihoshi!!? You have Another fiancee!?!”

“I’m the only fiancee that counts,” Nabiki informed her. “I’m the horny fiancee that can’t survive without him! He’s made me such a slut.”

“Move away from my sister,” Akane told Ranma, bringing out her largest mallet.

FLASH!

By the time both Akane and Ranma could see again, Hammer-sama was gone and Nabiki was coming out of her bedroom. “Don’t mock my Camera-space or Closet-space again, my stud fiance.”

Akane reached into her Hammer-space...but couldn’t find the one she had just lost! So, she went to punt him: Indoors! This time, Ranma was prepared. To see Nabiki’s technique, that is. Out of the nowhere she kept it, she produced a professional-looking camera with the largest hand-held flash attachment he had ever seen.