Love As a Weapon

“Why me?!!” Ikki needed to know.

“Because of this,” Ranma said, her hand on the bracelet, the only thing she was wearing besides the Dragon Whisker that held her pigtail together. “I swallowed two of its love pills. The first one was only for an instant - Thank the kami! I was in love with the ancient, 300-year-old ghoul," Wait! He might think Cologne really is a ghoul, "I mean, woman.”

Ikki shuddered. What the artist in him took away was this Ranma was so much of a lesbian she could make love to even a monstrous hag.

“But I got over her, in an instant! I may get over this one, too, if the second pill…” she pointed to one of the two empty insets in the bracelet. “...is for only a day. I’d only love you for a day.” That’s what her male mind wanted. But the thought broke her female heart. Her hope was “I COULD love you forever!!” That lit up her face.

Ikki did not share her hope of happiness. He backed away, but was trapped by the closed door. It would have to not be the sliding kind!

Hurt, the little redhead’s fingers rubbed the last pill in the bracelet. She felt the impulse to swallow that one, to make sure she would always feel the love. But she remembered what Shampoo had said about one love pill on top of another could, perhaps, counteract the other.

And now it was the male in her had the impulse to swallow the pill.

She fought back! She threw her naked body at her lover. “For one day! Make love to me, if only for one day! Don’t let this love be wasted!” Once she was screwed, her macho-self would feel screwed if ‘he’ tried to assert ‘himself’ as male-only! ‘He’ would have to give in and accept Ikki as ‘their’ lover in the complete sense of the word. If only for one day.

The hundred-pound woman was hanging from his neck. He could feel the hard bracelet against him. To the writer in him, it was like a knife, a threat: Do what I say, or I’ll **** feed you its pill and you’ll have **** but to love me - Forever!