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Erotic Nerima Encounters
by H. Saotome
MF, Humil, Exhib.
Chapter 9. Angry Bush
"Ranma!" The members of the Tendo household had rarely heard Ranma's father Genma shout so loudly, even at his angriest. "Why do you hate me so?!"
The two men, father and son, came charging down the stairs, through the family room, and out to the engawa. For some reason Ranma's face was striped with a multitude of long scratches.
Ranma turned and shouted over his shoulder. "This stuff is dangerous! I'm giving it back!"
Nabiki sighed while standing by the table in her pajamas, as her father watched the goings on from over the top of his newspaper. Shaking her head, Nabiki realized that Ranma must have stolen the bottle of experimental hair tonic from his father, the one which made the man's bald head grow towering steel hard spikes of hair whenever he became angry, which promptly fell out again as soon as he cheered up. Compared to the usual weird happenings around the Saotomes, this barely rated mention.
Outside, Akane was just coming in through the gate, returning from her early morning jog. She too saw the chase, and dismissed it as nothing out of the ordinary. Closing the gate behind her, she turned back again to head into the house.
At that moment Genma grabbed a large can of oil standing beside the engawa, and tossed the contents forward around Ranma's feet. The young man's legs shot out from under him and he somersaulted through the air. The bottle of hair tonic flew out of his hand, describing a high arc, then came back down.
Whereupon it landed, top down, in the waistband at the front of Akane's jogging shorts. She looked down in horror as a wet stain spread across the front of those shorts. Grabbing the bottle, she threw it at the two idiots without even noticing what it was.
"Raaanmaaa!" she screamed, causing her fiance to cringe.
And the hair tonic, which had soaked thoroughly into her pubic area, was triggered by her rage. Her dark black pubic hair sprang straight out, growing instantly to a length of two feet, each individual hair needle sharp and as rigid as a porcupine's quill. Needless to say, Akane's jogging shorts and panties were completely shredded.
Akane stared down at herself in horror.
Ranma, Genma and Nabiki merely stared. Soun stepped out on the engawa to join them in staring, as did Kasumi from the kitchen a moment later.
Akane looked back up, her face reddening with a fresh burst of temper. "Ranma no baka!" she shouted, marching slowly in his direction.
"Akane?" her sister Kasumi essayed tentatively. "Perhaps you should put something on first?"
Akane looked down again. Her first examination hadn't taken in anything beyond the long mass of black sticking straight out from just above the juncture of her legs. Inspecting a bit more of her lower regions she realized that her ass was hanging out in full view of anyone who might end up behind her, and in fact there was no cloth left below her waist except for a few wisps caught on some of the spiky hairs. Which meant that any kicks would expose quite a lot to casual observers.
Her face reddening even more, for quite a different reason, the teenage girl rushed into the house without another word. Ranma, showing very poor judgment, chased after her, following the full moon of her taut behind. He slowed down on reaching the upstairs hall, realizing he'd been betrayed by a near instinctive reaction of `something has happened to Akane, and it's my job to fix it.'
At that point he heard an angry sob ahead of him. Squaring his shoulders, he moved forward until he was confronted by the closed door of Akane's bedroom. Hesitantly he lifted his hand and knocked, before asking through the door, "You okay in there?"
"What do you think, you idiot?" came the return yell. "This is all your fault! There's nothing I can wear to cover myself, and scissors won't ... they just won't!"
Ranma sighed. "Look, it wasn't my fault. Pop made me drop the damn bottle. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and, well, I suppose I'm, you know ... sorry. Anyway, I just want to help."
"And what do you think you can do to help?!" The voice was still angry, but at least the volume was closer to normal.
"Remember that pop's hair fell out when he got happy again, or laughed. Then he needed to use more tonic. If you could laugh at something, or just think some happy thoughts, it'll probably, you know, fall out. And it shouldn't grow back unless you use more tonic, which there isn't any more."
There was a silence after that, then a much calmer sounding, "Um, yeah. I guess maybe. I'll ... try."
Ranma nodded and stood there waiting. He waited some more. Then some more. Finally he asked, "Did it work?"
"Shut up!" came the somewhat loud response. A moment passed before she added, "I'm having trouble calming down enough."
He sighed again. Why did he have a fiancee who was so high maintenance? "Maybe I could help? After you cover up of course."
"Stay out!" was the quick response.
At that moment Kasumi appeared beside Ranma, and knocked on the door herself. "Akane, I'm coming in," she announced.
"Just a second!" came the panicked response. A few seconds passed and the door opened, to reveal Akane standing there with a blanket wrapped around her lower self, although the blanket was sticking out quite a bit in front of her.
"Have you tried trimming it?" Kasumi asked innocently.
Akane heaved a sigh. "Yes, Kasumi."
At that moment Ranma stepped just inside the door, then flipped over into a handstand. He lowered himself until he was balanced with his hard head on the floor.
"What are you doing?" Akane asked in confusion.
He didn't answer. Instead he reached out for the box of weights sitting on the floor near the door, pulled three of them out of the box, and started juggling them. While still vertically balanced upside-down on his head.
Akane's eyes bulged in fresh confusion. After a minute she cocked her head to the side, and a corner of her mouth lifted quizzically. "What ... are you doing?" she inquired curiously.
Before he could answer, not that he showed any sign of answering, Akane let out a startled "Eep!" The front of the blanket collapsed against her body, and a mass of black hair slid out onto the floor at her feet. Ranma flipped upright and tossed the weights into the box, lifting an eyebrow in his fiancee's direction.
Akane pulled the blanket out a short distance from her body, ensuring that she was the only one who could see within. She examined herself and then her face fell. Looking up at her older sister, she wailed, "It all fell out! There nothing left!"
Kasumi patted her shoulder sympathetically. "There, there. I'm sure it will grow back. You know, I ... er, there are some girls who like to remove all of the hair down there."
Akane sniffed. "I'm not one of them," she remarked plaintively. Then, remembering who else was still in the room with them, she growled, "Get out. And forget anything you just heard!"
Ranma turned around and clasped his hands behind his head, saying, "Can't remember a thing," as he walked out the door. Just before disappearing he looked back over his shoulder and added, "Baldy," then slipped quickly out of sight.
"Baka!" The scream followed him as he leaped down the stairs, grinning.
Lunchtime came and Akane pulled out her bento. Two minutes later she had only begun eating whereas Ranma, sitting at the desk beside her, had already finished, apparently swallowing everything whole. Ukyo strode to the front of the classroom and set up her portable okonomiyaki grill. She had barely poured the batter for the first one when Ranma was up there beside her, making puppy dog eyes and asking if he could have one with shrimp.
Akane growled. It irritated her no end how Ranma kept encouraging these other girls. She got to her feet and stomped up to the front of the classroom, where Ranma and their other male classmates were gathered around the grill.
"Ranmaaa!" Akane ground out on a rising note. Before she could say anything else the skirt of her jumper bulged out and immediately after was shredded. She looked down in dismay to see a thick forest of black spikes sticking straight out of a massive hole in her uniform, just a few tatters of the skirt and slip still connected in front of her legs below the knee. There were no underpants in sight.
Shock kept her, and everyone else, frozen for several seconds. Then Akane screamed and tried to flee. Unfortunately she stepped on the front of what was left of the skirt hanging in front of her legs and tripped, falling forward. The long spiky hair caught on a desk, flipping her over so that she landed on her back. This briefly knocked the breath out of her.
A few of the boys gathered around the grill whistled appreciatively. All of them had their eyes drawn to the slit at the base of the tall stand of hair, little of it though they could see between her barely spread legs.
Akane grabbed the fragment left of the front of her skirt and slip, holding it as she leaped back to her feet. This time she succeeded in fleeing the classroom, running down the hall past several surprised students. She ducked into the first restroom to which she came.
A minute later Ranma entered the room carefully, looking all around to make sure she wouldn't see something she shouldn't. The red-haired girl had stopped off at a water fountain along the way to make sure she was the proper gender to follow Akane into this restroom. Not that doing so would keep her from being severely beaten under normal circumstances, but the circumstances weren't precisely normal and she had hopes her presence wouldn't draw ire based solely on the nature of the room.
"Akane?" she whispered, rather unnecessarily. "Need help?"
The other girl's voice hissed from inside one of the stalls. "I thought it wasn't supposed to happen again? Not without more tonic?"
Ranma shrugged, not that the other girl could see her. "Don't know. That's the way it was for the old man. Maybe more tonic got on you. Or maybe it's cause pop was bald, and you're not. Down there. Not naturally, anyway. Or maybe it's 'cause there's less hair down there normally than on a person's head, so less tonic was used up the first time. Who knows with something crazy like this?"
"Is any of that supposed to make me feel better?" Akane asked through gritted teeth.
"Dunno," Ranma sighed. "Not much to be done about it any case, except t'hope that the tonic is all used up this time. I'm guessing you remember what you need to do now?"
There was a snarl from behind the door. Then a pause as its owner got her vocal apparatus under control. "I know. Just shut up for a bit while I try." After another pause, she plaintively asked, "Did ... very many people see ... very much?"
Ranma debated how to answer, but decided it wasn't going to take long for her to learn the truth regardless. "Afraid so," she told her fiancee honestly. "Most of the boys were spread out at the front of the room, plus a few of the girls. They mostly got ... a pretty good look. Sorry."
Akane cursed, too quietly for Ranma to catch the exact words she used. Some time passed before Akane admitted, "I can't seem to calm down. And I don't know what I'm going to wear after I do. This skirt is ruined, and it shows ... everything."
The redhead smacked herself for not thinking of this already. "Hang on. The girls were too scared of your temper to come in. I'll just step out and ask one of 'em to zip down to the locker room and grab a gym uniform for you. That should do long enough to get you home."
Without waiting for a reply she followed this plan, then came back in. "So ... need me to do another headstand? Don't got nothing to juggle though."
There was a resigned chuckle from inside the stall. "You really are an idiot," Akane declared without rancor. This was immediately followed by, "Oh, hey! That worked!"
Ranma had already noticed the pile of hair hitting the floor. A few seconds later she answered a knock on the door to take possession of a gym uniform. Stepping back to the stall, she held the clothes over the top of the door. "Here you go."
This was answered with an exhausted, "Thanks, bak- ... Ranma." As soon as the clothes were taken from her, Ranma left the room.
A few minutes later Akane emerged from the restroom clad in a T-shirt and bloomers, carrying what was left of her uniform. A cacophony of questions were thrown at her, all of which she ignored. The leers of all the boys in the hall she also ignored, somewhat less successfully. Ranma, male again now, pushed a few of the latter aside and said, "Come on. Let's get home."
Akane followed him, saying, "You're coming too?"
Ranma turned his head and smiled cheerfully. "Why not? Seems a good excuse to cut class." Then more seriously he added, "Besides, we can't be certain it won't happen again. Hope it won't, but if it does you might need my help."
Akane nodded in resignation. "Thanks ... again," she said.
Ranma just shrugged, and the two of them went first to their shoe lockers, and then left the school.
Tatewaki Kuno charged down the sidewalk, dressed in his kendo outfit and carrying a bokken raised over his shoulder. Too late the rumor had reached his ears of how the sorcerer Saotome had dared to use his magic to disrobe the fair Akane Tendo in front of their class. He had briefly sought Saotome in the hallways, until questioning of timid students revealed that the dastard had left the school, dragging a frightened Akane with him. Now he was in pursuit, determined to wreak vengeance upon the monster and prove himself worthy of Akane's love.
At last he spotted the pair up ahead. Feeling the need to assure Akane of her safety before attacking Saotome, he ran straight up to the dark-haired beauty. Grabbing her shoulder, he spun her around and enclosed her in a fierce embrace. "My love, you need fear no longer! I am here to save you!" he pronounced.
"Kuno!" Akane shouted, drawing back a fist to slug him. Before she could do so, however, the needle sharp black mass sprang out down below, shredding both her bloomers and the front of Kuno's hakama.
Kuno screamed as if he'd been breathing pure helium. He looked down to see that his best friend in the world had been pierced, multiple times. With another shriek he jumped backward, pulling himself free, his face twisted in horror and dismay upon observing the small beads of blood on his nuts and alleged manhood.
Ranma growled and stepped forward, preparing to pummel the idiot for the thousandth time. Kuno looked up at the growl, only to see the sorcerer raising his arms, apparently with the intention of casting some dark spell. In sudden fear that he was about to repeat the magic, whatever it was, which had just punctured him so terribly, Kuno screamed, turned and fled.
Ranma, not stopping to think, gave chase. The two boys were entirely out of sight within seconds.
Akane stood there, staring in the direction in which they had disappeared, blinking. Then a whistle recalled her to the current situation. Glancing down quickly she confirmed that she was once again fully nude below the waist, tiny useless scraps of the gym shorts lying around on the sidewalk. The street was not crowded, but neither was it deserted. With a cry of mixed rage and mortification, Akane spun toward the nearest wall, pressing her front against it while placing her hands behind herself to cover her bottom as best she could.
A moment later she realized her mistake. The long spikes of her magically enhanced pubes had penetrated the wall, locking her in place. Keeping her hands behind herself over both the crack of her ass as well as the region further down between her legs, Akane squirmed around, vainly trying to free herself. Surrendering to the inevitable, she uncovered herself so that she could place her hands on the wall and push. Unfortunately, she was unable to pull the hair out of the wall, and succeeded only in pulling painfully against her own skin without quite ripping the hair out by the roots.
In the meantime several people were moving closer for a better look, mostly men. They weren't sure just what the hell was going on, but it seemed to be worth watching. The teenage ass had a very pleasing shape to it, and a couple of men even dared to crouch down for a better look at the girl's treasure from underneath.
Akane quickly noticed that a crowd was gathering around her, just a few feet away. All the expressions she saw were leers, and her temper soared to new heights. Which, she realized, meant the hair wasn't going to be falling out anytime soon. She tried another push but the pain brought tears to her eyes.
One of the men said something. His words were quiet, and she didn't quite catch what he said, but Akane was certain it was something perverted. In a burst of anger she punched the wall, and saw the stone crack. With new resolve, she punched the wall rapidly over and over again, shattering the stone. In less than a minute she was free.
Akane spun around, the tips of her hedge slicing across the face of one of the crouching men, leaving a series of parallel horizontal scratches. He cried out and sprang backwards, triggering a general retreat among the others. Although still extremely angry, the teenage girl was all too aware that she was also still half naked, so instead of attacking the crowd she took off running. It was a rather awkward run, with the two foot spiky mass bouncing around, up and down, left and right. Several people barely escaped being impaled as she ran past.
In fact, while dodging around one person to avoid puncturing him, Akane accidentally slammed into a mailbox. The hair only penetrated a few inches, but it was enough to trap her once more. This time however she didn't hesitate. Punch after punch crumpled the side of the mailbox, soon freeing her. Then she took off running again.
Behind her, the mailbox fell over. From its bottom a wounded Tsubasa Kurenai crawled out before collapsing.
As for Akane, she chose not to try running all the way home. Doctor Tofu's clinic was much closer, and she wanted to get off the street as quickly as possible, so she headed directly there. She barely remembered to keep well back from the door before opening it. She ran across the waiting room, trying to ignore the two people sitting there, and went straight toward the examination rooms in back.
"Doctor Tofu!" the young woman called out desperately, as she found that one of the examination rooms was empty. She went into this room and quickly slung a sheet around her lower body. "Doctor Tofu!" she called again.
"Yes, yes, what is ... Akane!" The young doctor was surprised to see the youngest Tendo daughter at this time of day, but gave her a cheerful smile regardless. "What brings you here during school hours? Did you get swept up into one of Ranma's fights again?"
"Um, no." For a moment she couldn't bring herself to explain, but realized she couldn't simply stand there in silence. "What happened was ..." She sighed. "Yesterday ..." Akane then proceeded to explain in halting words just how she got into this situation, and what had happened since. All the while her face grew more and more red with humiliation, although she also still felt a great deal of anger over being in this situation.
"I see," Doctor Tofu said at last. "I may be able to help, but I'm afraid that I'll need to examine the ... effect."
Akane nodded in resignation. She unwrapped the sheet, then hopped up onto the examination table and lay down. She closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to watch what he was doing.
Akane felt a few tugs as the man prodded at the hairs standing straight up from where she lay. Then she felt his gentle fingers manipulating the flesh where they emerged. It was highly embarrassing, and she tried to ignore the sensation, though without any luck.
"I think I have something that'll help," the doctor informed her at last. "Stay there while I go get it."
Akane felt this to be a rather unnecessary directive. It's not like she was going to get up and go running off somewhere. She did briefly consider getting the sheet and putting it back over her lower body but decided that would seem a little too childish or something. Instead she just lay there waiting.
A couple of minutes later Doctor Tofu strolled back in carrying a bottle. "This is a hair removal gel," he said. "Very potent. It not only removes hair, but suppresses further growth for a couple of months. It's also formulated for use near sensitive areas, which makes it perfect for, ah, pubic hair. I mix it up specially for your sister Kasumi."
The schoolgirl stared at him. "Kasumi? Why would she want something like that?"
"Because ... um, I assumed you'd know. Never mind. It doesn't matter. The point is I think it will help to remove the current, er, growth. But more importantly, it should prevent it from growing back anytime soon. I'm hopeful the effect will last until after that tonic you mentioned wears off."
"Oh," Akane responded, thinking it over. "That's ... good. How do I apply it? Just rub some in?"
"You'd better let me take care of it this time," he suggested firmly. "I need to judge the dosage carefully, while making sure it's evenly applied. Too little and it might not do the job. Too much could have side effects. Just lie there and I'll take care of it."
Feeling that she had little choice, Akane did so, despite feeling mightily ashamed as his fingers began massaging the goop into her flesh down there. Even worse, it felt very good. Too good. And quickly started feeling even better. As the pressure of his fingertips tugged on the skin around her slit, he was stimulating her clit in a very arousing manner. Much to her consternation, Akane realized that she was lubricating heavily, and it was all she could do to keep her pelvis from writhing around.
At least the gel seemed to be working. The tall spikes of hair were falling out quickly, and in moments she was once again hairless from her navel down to her special place. The good doctor continued his massage, making sure that the gel was rubbed in thoroughly all over the area. Akane lost the struggle with her hips, wiggling them around in circles and occasionally humping a little upward. She bit her lip, trying not to moan out loud. How much more did he need to do?
Without warning the massage became more vigorous. Akane lost herself to the sensations completely. She was openly moaning, and clearly lifting her ass to meet the pressure of the man's hands. The moans turned into a loud, "Ah! ... ah! ... ah! ... aaaaahh!" as the girl came violently, tremor after tremor shuddering through her body.
At last Akane collapsed back to the bed, unaware that the massage had finally stopped, and in fact barely conscious. In a daze, she didn't notice the doctor helping her up until after she was already standing on her feet. She continued to merely stand there, panting but doing nothing else.
Doctor Tofu came up to her holding an examination gown. "You need something to cover yourself. Let's put this on, okay?"
"Um, sure," she replied. She just stood there.
Tofu lifted one of her arms. "You need to put your arms through these holes." He got the gown on one arm, then lifted the other arm and put the gown on that one as well. The man shook his head in amusement. "I'll just tie it for you, all right?" He stepped behind her and tied the gown.
Akane managed to whisper, "Thank you, Doctor Tofu."
"You're entirely welcome," he replied. "Now you need to get home." After waiting for a moment the doctor took her by the arm, and led her out of the room and to the front door of the clinic. "Go on home now, Akane-chan."
"Yes, Doctor Tofu," the teenage girl said hazily. She walked out to the street, and turned down the sidewalk.
A greater awareness of her surroundings gradually returned to Akane, and she began to walk more briskly. Her face blushed at the memory of having such a powerful orgasm while Doctor Tofu was treating her. There was no way he could have failed to realize what had happened! How was she every to look him in the face again?!
Somewhere behind her a man had a coughing fit. Akane paid no attention. She just wanted to get home and try to forget everything which had happened. She started walking faster. A few whistles followed her but the girl ignored them. She was unfortunately accustomed to men behaving like perverts on a regular basis.
Just as she reached the gate at the front of her home, a man called out. "Hey, young lady! That gown you're wearing is open in back! You're showing ... well, more than you probably want."
Akane spun to look at him in horror. She reached behind herself to feel with her hands, discovering that her entire ass was on display to everyone. She was wearing a standard examination gown that opened in back, and like all gowns of the species it failed to close, leaving her uncovered.
Akane shrieked in fury, though whether at the man who warned her, or Doctor Tofu for failing to notice the problem, or the universe in general, who could say? She crashed through the gate and slammed it behind her, panting as she hyperventilated. She pressed her back against the gate so no one else could see what too many had already seen. After several minutes her emotional state started leveling off to the point she could think again.
The young woman looked down. The gown was still lying flat against her body. Reaching under the gown tentatively, her fingers encountered nothing but bare skin. So - the hair removal gel worked as hoped. The fury she felt a moment ago did not cause any sudden growth down there. Of course, it could be that the tonic had finally worn off. Either way, the problem was solved.
The only remaining issue was that it would be a couple of months before that hair would start growing back in. Akane knew that some girls liked such a look, but she couldn't help feeling like she appeared to be in grade school again. Akane wondered for a moment if, after two months, she might be so used to it that she'd think about keeping it that way. She shook her head, putting the thought out of mind.
Doing her best to cover her rear with her hands, Akane headed for the house. The important thing, the truly important thing here, was that she could finally let her temper fly again without fear of exposing herself to everyone.
The scene in this chapter is based on the story arc about the hair tonic stimulated by anger in VIZ translation volume 28, chapter 4. Alternatively, this was volume 30 chapter 4 in the original Japanese volumes, or chapter 315 out of 407 in the overall chapter count. In canon, things proceeded at the beginning up until the point Ranma's feet slipped in the oil and he lost the bottle, whereupon Genma recovered it and used it on his bald head again. Genma then fell into the pond and turned into a ball of steel hard panda bear fur. This was effectively the end of the matter after one final defeat, as Genma had run out of the experimental tonic and Cologne shut down further production of it.
Note from H. Saotome, 2016-08-07: Added chapter.
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