Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

The Descent Pt. 1 (Ranma 1/2)

A/N: The Descent was originally written in Nine Parts back in August of 2017. Combining it all into a two-shot here and now! Enjoy but be sure to read the THEMES!

Summary: Genma believes that he's found a man capable of removing his and Ranma's curses.. The man proves to be an actual Wizard and Ranma begins to think there really might be something to this opportunity for a cure. Unfortunately for the two Saotome men, the Wizard has absolutely no intention of curing either of them.

Themes: Genderbending, Feminization, Humiliation, Brainwashing, Monster Sex, Breeding

-x-X-x-

Ranma Saotome was not happy. But then, the young martial artist hadn't been happy for a while now. Getting cursed to turn into a short stack of a girl whenever it so much as rains wasn't something Ranma would wish on his worst enemy. And it was all Genma's fault. Ranma's only consolation came in the form of his father's idiotic panda transformation as well as the fact that Genma seemed to be almost as distraught and upset about Ranma's curse as he was.

And at least his Pops was doing everything he could to fix this shit. Ranma couldn't deny that Genma's dedication to getting them cured was pretty damn high, especially when it had led them to an honest to god Wizard, complete with his own weird ass magical tower. That didn't mean Ranma had to be happy about the Wizard's conditions though.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Ranma did the best he could to convey his complete and utter dissatisfaction with the current circumstances, even as his father closed the deal.

"Alright, so it's settled then! We'll stay with you for two weeks so you can study our curses! Once those two weeks are up, you cure us, no matter what!"

The Wizard smiled congenially and inclined his head, his arms currently hidden in the folds of his fancy robe. Ranma could at least admit that the guy looked the part. Now the martial artist could only hope that he could walk the walk so to speak.

"Indeed. This is a magical contract of course, so I cannot go back on my word no matter what. We will all have to sign with blood though of course. I hope that is not going to be a problem."

Out of nowhere, the Wizard unfurled a long parchment contract. Ranma and Genma both stared in slight awe, though Ranma was more just hoping the thing had all the right terms in it. Father and son shook their head in unison in response to the Wizard's final statement and they each brought their thumb up to their mouths to bite down hard.

The Wizard actually seemed a little taken aback by this, even as Genma and Ranma both signed their names at the bottom of the contract. When Genma was done with his signature, he saw the flummoxed look on the Wizard's face and offered up an explanation.

"We're martial artists. Pain is no stranger to us; in fact I would call it our constant companion! Something like this, bleeding a bit on some paper ain't a bit deal for my son or me!"

Ranma nodded, one of the few times he found himself in agreement with his Pops as the Wizard just let out a grunt in response, the contract, now signed by both of them, furling back up and disappearing into his sleeve. Then the robed man turned away towards his tower and gestured for them to follow.

"Come, come. I will show you to your quarters for the duration of your stay."

Genma glanced at his son and Ranma returned the look with a glare and a severe frown. This was definitely all his dad's fault and he wasn't going to let the man forget it any time soon. Maybe once they were finally free and in the clear two weeks from now… but that didn't change the fact that Ranma would probably end up having to spend way too long as a woman for the next fourteen days. He was NOT looking forward to this at all.

-x-X-x-

Scratch that, his earlier thought hadn't been nearly enough to describe the sheer amount of DO NOT WANT that was Ranma's entire being right now. He stared in horror at the entirely PINK room that the Wizard had shown him to. It's not entirely pink… but it might as well be. There's some white, some red, and even some shades of light purple. The walls and the floor and the ceiling are all pink though. The bed is almost entirely pink, with some other light colors to accentuate it. And right there, directly across from where Ranma was currently standing, was a small room off the side of the bedroom that had all manner of dresses and a million other girly garments in it.

Mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, Ranma finally found his words and spun towards the Wizard to give the sedate calm man a piece of his mind.

"What?! What the hell is this?"

The Wizard simply lifted a bushy eyebrow up in response.

"This is a bedroom. You will have to be more specific."

Ranma's mouth opens and closes again before he finally flails his arms up and down at pretty much everything.

"All of it! Why is it so PINK?! What's with the dresses and shit?!"

The Wizard made a quiet 'ah' noise of understanding, seeming to finally understand where Ranma was coming from. The martial artist was honestly just a little relieved to be on the same page with the other man as he waited impatiently for what better be a reasonable response.

"That is all quite easy to explain. This was the Princess' room. It is the best room in the entire tower."

Ranma looked back at all that the room had to offer and two thoughts ran through his head. First, he could definitely see a fricking Princess living here. Second, he could also see why the place was considered the best room in the tower. Looking under all the bright colors and girly shit, Ranma could see that it really was a nice comfortable room. Honestly, it was probably the best sleeping arrangement he'd ever had in his entire life.

Still…

"Okay what's the next best room? I'd happily take that instead."

The Wizard's other bushy eyebrow rises alongside the first.

"The next 'best' bedroom is the Handmaiden's room. It is where your father is staying. Those are the only two rooms, besides my own bedroom, that are currently unoccupied and more importantly, made for human occupation."

Ranma considered this for a long moment. The way the Wizard emphasized 'human' there made him think that perhaps he didn't want to ask about all those other occupied rooms elsewhere in the tower. STILL though, he couldn't just let this lie.

"Then I'll take the Handmaiden's room and Pops can have this one! Can't be worse than this…"

The Wizard didn't dignify that with a response. Instead he simply moved to the side and gestured for Ranma to move past him. The martial artist did so, hefting his travel satchel and feeling quite confident about his choice as he left the exceedingly girly room behind. That feeling died a quick death when the Wizard opened a smaller door right down the hall to reveal Genma sitting on a small cot up against the wall of the smallest enclosed space Ranma could remember ever seeing.

His father looked up at them, his obvious despair over having such dismal conditions disappearing momentarily to be replaced by mild surprise over them showing up. Ranma ignored that for the moment, instead glancing about the room to really make sure it was as shitty as it first appeared. There was a dresser and the cot and about five paces of walking space.

Clenching his jaw, Ranma came to a simple conclusion. Reaching out past the silent Wizard, he grabbed the knob of the door that led to the Handmaiden's 'room' and pulled it closed without saying a word to Genma. Then he turned to the Wizard and nodded.

"I'll take the other room."

The Wizard inclined his head in acknowledgement of Ranma's choice and that was that. Ranma went back to the exceedingly pink room and tried to ignore the bright and vibrant colors as well as all the girly and feminine decoration in favor of sinking into the extremely soft mattress. In the end though, while it was nice to play around on the huge bed, Ranma couldn't actually find a wink of sleep on the thing. Ultimately, the young man, who had been travelling all his life, ended up on the floor of the extravagant room, his pack under his head as a makeshift pillow.

The last thought he had before finally falling to sleep was a positive one. At least he had his own clothes and wouldn't be forced to wear any of those girly outfits. He'd just have to be careful not to get any of his stuff too dirty. So long as he did that, he could totally stretch it all for the two weeks he and his Pops were stuck here. Just two weeks and then they'd be cured and Ranma could get back to training to be the best martial artist in the world.

Everything would be absolutely fine in just a couple weeks…

-x-X-x-

Ranma let out a sigh as he looked at the clear pitcher filled to the brim with water. The Wizard was watching him expectantly, heck; his father was watching him expectantly with those stupid beady panda eyes of his. This was the first day of hell, the first day of experimentation. And of course that meant that both Ranma and his Pops had to be in their cursed forms for the Wizard to do his experiments.

Letting out another oppressed sigh as if the first one wasn't enough, Ranma lashed out and grabbed the handle of the pitcher, dumping it over his head and just getting it over with. In a moment, he was a she and she was a shorter red head with tits that were WAY too big stuck to her chest. The Wizard smiled briefly and gestured Ranma and Genma over to two spots on the floor carefully marked out.

"Wonderful. Please, sit with your legs crossed on these spots and meditate for me. As martial artists, I assume you are both familiar with the practice yes? Good, good. Simply close your eyes and clear your mind. This will ensure I get the best readings with my instruments."

Ranma wasn't sure how that was supposed to work, but whatever. Sitting down as instructed, the martial artist closed his eyes and tried to ignore the feminine body he was stuck in as he meditated alongside his father. Time passed but Ranma was soon too lost in the meditation to notice or care. Thoughts spun in and out of the red head's mind and she furrowed her brow slightly as things became… twisted.

In the end though, Ranma didn't notice anything wrong and when the Wizard clapped his hands, she opened her eyes and looked at him with confusion in her gaze.

"You get what you need?"

The Wizard was looking at several long pieces of parchment much like the contract that she and her Pops had signed. These were filling themselves with data by the second, seemingly all on their own. It was pretty damn magical and it bolstered Ranma's spirits just a bit. Really, the young woman just wanted to get rid of her curse. And this Wizard really seemed like he could make good on his progress.

"Yes, yes, very good."

In the end, his reply was a bit distracted as he read his data, something Ranma could understand. Still, there was one thing that was nagging at Ranma's mind. She glanced at her father who was still in his panda form and with a frown on her face, she asked the obvious question.

"I'm a little confused though. Why did Pops have to transform into cursed form and I didn't?"

The Wizard finally looked at her and there was a smile on his face that the female martial artist didn't quite understand.

"Well, while I am a magical researcher, I still utilize the scientific process. By keeping you in your natural form and having your father adopt his cursed form, I get the broadest amount of data possible. Understand?"

She really didn't but the red head also didn't want to seem like an idiot (even if that was exactly what she was sometimes thanks to her father.) so she nodded her head up and down, her red ponytail bobbing with her. The Wizard just gave Ranma another quick smile and looked back to his parchments. Then, his expression of good cheer disappeared and he suddenly looked solemn as he turned back to her and her Pops.

"Actually, it might have been a good thing that I didn't have you transform into your cursed form. Genma, could you please pour this pitcher of hot water on yourself?"

The Wizard conjured up a steaming pitcher and the Panda just shrugged, doing as he was told. Ranma's eyes widened at the same time as her father's when he did not change back into a human. Letting out a low keening whine, the Panda that was her Pops quickly poured more of the pitcher out onto him, hissing at the scalding heat but still not transforming into his proper form.

"It is as I feared. Unfortunately, your father is stuck as a Panda right now."

Ranma spun around, her eyes wide and her red ponytail whipping around with her.

"What?! What the hell?!"

The Wizard lifted his hands, palms out in a placating gesture.

"I can assure you young lady, it is only temporary. I will have Genma fixed in no time! Unfortunately, his cursed form makes it very difficult for the man to do the work that was part of our contract. You will have to go it solo and ultimately you will be doing the lion's share of yours and your father's half of the contract until I can fix him. I do apologize my dear."

Ranma scowled and crossed her arms under her tits as she frowned severely. Still, even if it wasn't his fault this time, this was pretty much par for the course for her. Genma's problems always ended up being Ranma's problems and the cute crimson haired martial artist had basically spent her life cleaning up her father's messes, or fleeing the scene of his crimes by his side. Letting out an explosive sigh, Ranma just slumped her shoulders, the anger and defiance going out of her.

"Fine! What do you need me to do? I'm Ranma Saotome of the Anything Goes School of Martial Arts! I can handle any-fucking-thing! Don't need my Pops to hold my hand or anything. I ain't a little girl anymore!"

The Wizard smiled happily at Ranma's enthusiasm and began to walk towards the door, throwing a comment over his shoulder almost as an afterthought before beckoning for the red head to follow him.

"You stay here Genma, I'll be back soon to start getting you sorted. Ranma, come along. We're descending to the basement and I'll need to walk you through your first few steps. It can be a bit… daunting."

The red head nodded, her face set in determination as she followed him out of the room. Neither she nor Genma knew what had just happened. And neither of them could have possibly guessed what was going to follow.

-x-X-x- (CHAPTER BREAK!)

The Wizard led her down into the basement just like he said, though Ranma was a bit weirded out by what she found down there. The cute red head had spent most of her life on the road with her father, leaving her rather bereft of experience with the sort of housing arrangements that most people took for granted. On top of that, she'd certainly never been in a Wizard's Tower before, let alone a Wizard's Basement. Still…

"Seems like way too many mirrors."

That was the first thing Ranma noticed when she followed the Wizard down the stairs there were mirrors everywhere. Just all over the place. It was an excessive amount of mirrors and Ranma was getting just a little self-conscious over it. She really didn't mind her feminine form, having changed her fighting style as she went through puberty and grew tits, but that didn't mean she wanted to stare at herself in the mirror this much.

"They're a security feature my dear. I am a Wizard after all and this tower is filled with rare and valuable things. It just can't be helped."

Ranma grunted, accepting that reason explanation at face value, given there wasn't much else she could do, lacking any sort of knowledge in Wizardry or magical security. Little did she know, the mirrors were actually recording devices and her body, covered only loosely by her training clothes was being put on display at every single angle. That sense of being watched that was making Ranma so uncomfortable wasn't just her mind playing tricks on her after all.

The red head perked up as they finally came to a door. The Wizard pulled a key out of nowhere and used it to unlock the door before holding it out to her.

"You'll be coming down here every day my dear, so you'll need this to access the pens. And just fair warning, what you're about to see may very well disturb you. Now, come along."

Ranma took the large ornate looking key into her hand, rather surprised by how big it actually was. Nodding seriously, the crimson haired martial artist tucked the key away in her gi and followed the Wizard through the door way. She found herself in a long corridor which at the same time looked much like the rest of the basement she'd seen so far and yet at the same was dramatically different in a very important way.

There were mirrors, to start with. Rather than being placed haphazardly all over the place like in the previous area however, these mirrors lined only the left side of the corridor. The entire left wall was covered in them from top to bottom in fact. Meanwhile, on the right side of the corridor there were no mirrors at all.

Instead there were cells, bars of iron between her and whatever the hell was in them. Because truthfully, Ranma really didn't know. The creatures were monstrous in appearance but still vaguely resembled humans in their upright posture and biology. They had anger in their ugly faces and it took her a moment to realize they weren't growling at her, they were growling at the Wizard.

Ranma's eyes began to trail down their grotesque yet at the same time well-toned bodies, almost like a train wreck she couldn't look away from. Then she got to their crotches and the red head immediately found a reason to look away as she chose to converse with the Wizard rather than stare at what seemed like a hundred rock hard monster dicks.

"What the hell are those things?"

The Wizard had been casually ignoring the creatures as they walked along the seemingly endless corridor, until she brought them up. Blinking, he looked down at her and then towards the cells and shrugged just as casually.

"Oh, them? They are mostly prisoners. While you and your father know me as nothing more than a Wizard that is simply my hobby and lifelong joy. My actual occupation is as Warden. I take these monsters and lock them away so that they cannot hurt anyone out in the real world."

Ranma frowned, nodding along once more, knowing of no reason to not trust the Wizard. Still, he hadn't really answered her question had he?

"Yeah but what ARE they? There's a lot of different kinds."

That got an understanding grunt from the Wizard.

"Ah, I forget some times that not everyone has the same experience with these creatures as I do. They are some of the more classical and well populated monster types you'll find. Among the bunch there are Orcs, Ogres, Goblins, Trolls, and Minotaurs just to name a few. Not the kind of things you want to run into on a dark stormy night or even on a bright sunny day for that matter."

The red head made her own noise of understanding. Then she made the mistake of glancing back towards the cells at all the Orcs, Ogres, Goblins, Trolls, and Minotaurs as the Wizard had labelled them, only to blush deeply and look away again. Her next question felt as obvious as the first.

"Alright… but why are they naked?"

That got a chuckle out of her guide even as they finally got to the end of the absurdly long corridor. He gestured for Ranma to use the key he'd given her even as he answered her question.

"They are monsters darling, savages. Never mistake them for human and do not assume them to be capable of reasoning and rational the same way you or I are. And though you did not ask, I shall tell you anyways. They are sexually aroused at the sight of you, as many of the species held in my cells reproduce primarily through human females. Do not ever let yourself get too close to their grasping arms and never under any circumstances are you to open a single cell door for even a moment. They are only a danger to you if you are not cautious."

Ranma shuddered at that and nodded, moving through the door she'd just unlocked and taking in her new surroundings. It was another corridor stretching past on either side of her, but this one was much smaller and while it still had mirrors on every wall, they were not quite as prevalent. Across from the door she'd come in through were five more doors, each of them unique in their own way.

The Wizard stepped past her to the door right in the middle, taking up position beside it and turning to smile at her.

"You'll never have to deal with those monsters anyways. The only creatures I need you to take care of for me are the ones on this corridor. These are the… special ones. For now, let's start you off with the Minotaur King, as I think he's the one best suited to your skill set."

Ranma frowned at that, staring at the door that the Wizard was stood next to with a feeling of impending doom in her gut.

"And why's that?"

If he said something sexual, Ranma was going to punch the pervert's block off, cure or no cure…

"The Minotaur King is a warrior Ranma, just like you. All he needs to keep him calm is a simple spar every once in a while."

Oh… that was… yeah okay; Ranma could definitely see how that was suited to her skill set. Blushing slightly in embarrassment over the fact that she'd gotten her hackles raised for absolutely nothing, the red head followed the Wizard into the Minotaur King's room, staring with wide eyed wonder as it illuminated itself seemingly all on its own and exposed the huge hulking bull man within. The Minotaur King was chained up on a large ornate throne that seemed perfectly made for him.

He shifted as the Wizard and Ranma entered and then abruptly stood up, revealing that the chains actually gave him quite a lot of leeway in terms of movement. Ranma found herself taking an involuntary step back in response to the hulking beast moving forward, but the Wizard just spared her a look and a smile before shaking his head and pointing at a glowing orb right next to the door.

"Please my dear, do not fret. So long as this orb stays in place on its pedestal, our majestic Minotaur King is rather easily commanded. Simply tell him you wish to have a spar and begin. Just be careful, he's quite strong."

Looking at the orb, Ranma felt a bit more confident with that knowledge in hand. Stepping up again, the red head moved past the watching Wizard and into the grabbing range of the massive Minotaur King.

"Alright then, we're going to have a spar now Mr. Minotaur. So let's do it!"

Launching herself off the ground, the crimson haired martial artist started things up with a kick to the Minotaur's broad chest. She was gratified and maybe just a bit relieved when her foot not only connected properly, but also managed to drive the beast back into his throne, causing his huge nostrils to flare menacingly as he reacted to her with a swipe of one of his massive palms.

Ranma was too quick for the Minotaur King though and she grinned happily, finally back in her element as she sparred with the hulking monstrosity. She never let the creature hit her; she didn't even let him touch her. But she still saw his immense strength whenever the Minotaur would drive a fist or a hoof into a wall or the floor as she dodged out of the way. After an hour of this intensive physical activity, the Minotaur King was left exhausted, settling back into his throne and letting out a loud bellow that an almost equally tired Ranma only belatedly realized was a yawn when he started snoring a bit later.

Turning back to the Wizard, a sweat-covered Ranma smiled, coming to a stop in front of him and finding a bit of a second wind as she bounced back and forth on her feet.

"That wasn't too bad at all! Man, if this is all you need from me, this whole thing is going to be a walk in the park! If I had known I could get my curse removed from just sparring with strong monsters, I woulda jumped at it in a heartbeat!"

The Wizard just smiled as they began their walk back towards the upper parts of the tower, Ranma steadfastly ignoring the hungry looks and stiff cocks of the multitude of monsters once they were once again traversing the absurdly long corridor.

"I am glad you enjoyed yourself Ranma. Unfortunately, it will not always be sparring, but I assure you that I will not have you do anything too far outside of your comfort zone. Tomorrow you will come down her alone first thing in the morning while I work with your father to fix his current condition. You will play ball with the Tentacle Monster. Perfectly benign so long as you stay on the platform, I assure you."

Tentacle Monster didn't in any way sound benign, but the Wizard was doing her and her Pops a pretty big solid here, so Ranma figured she could play a little ball with the thing in exchange.

"No problem Mr. Wizard. You can count on me!"

They reached the end of the long corridor and began to ascend the stairs towards the top of the tower as the Wizard smiled at her.

"I'm sure I can my dear. You're going to do spectacularly, I just know it."

-x-X-x- (CHAPTER BREAK!)

After the day before, Ranma was feeling a lot more confident with everything. Even if her Pops was currently stuck in his cursed form, getting to spar with the Minotaur King had done a heck of a lot to ease her stressed mind and relax her tensed muscles. She did feel a little bit bad for Genma; the red head could only shudder at being stuck as a boy for an extended period of time.

While she wasn't any sort of girly girl, that didn't mean Ranma wanted dangly bits swinging between her legs. She'd much prefer having to wrap and bind her tits each day rather than dealing with such an obvious weakness between her thighs. That's why the red head really couldn't wait to get rid of her curse. Turning into a guy every time it so much as rained… it was a ridiculous handicap and she didn't want to deal with it anymore.

Luckily, just less than two weeks to go and Ranma would never turn into a guy ever again! With a smile on her face at that thought, the crimson haired martial artist got her training clothes on and practically bounced out of the Princess' all too pink room, heading for the stairs that would take her down into the Wizard's Basement, the large ornate key secured on her person.

Not having to walk at the Wizard's sedate pace, Ranma made great time down to the first door. Grimacing at what she knew was on the other side, the red head finally just bit the bullet and opened the door, stepping into the corridor and closing it behind her before hurrying her way down the long hallway. It was absurd just how long this thing was.

As she tried to move as quickly as possible, her tits, even bound as they were, jiggled treacherously within the confines of her gi. Out of the corner of her eye, Ranma could see the assortment of monsters all staring at her, but none of them were growling or snarling at her like they had at the Wizard. Instead, it was as if they were appraising her, like she was a piece of meat. Or, as the Wizard had told her, they were assessing her as a potential mate.

Ranma shuddered, noting the way that their dicks of all lengths, sizes, and even colors, twitched and jumped at the sight of her as she ran past. She tried desperately to ignore them by looking away, but that was rather hard when the opposite side of the corridor held a plethora of mirrors that merely reflected the monsters in their cells with their massive hard ons.

Ultimately, she made it to the end of the corridor as fast as she could, yet by the time she reached that final door, Ranma felt like it had taken her just as long to run the length of the hallway as it had for the Wizard and her to walk it. Grumbling, the red head got herself on the other side of the door and let out a breath of relief at being out of sight of the very amorous monsters.

Then she looked up at the doors arrayed before her, eyes sliding over the Minotaur King's door to one of the one's next to his, marked in glowing letters with the name of its occupant. The Tentacle Monster that the Wizard had told her would be her task for the day. Steeling her resolve and grasping for the confidence she'd woken up with earlier, Ranma straightened her shoulders, inadvertently pushing out her chest at the same time.

She walked forward and unlocked the door with her nice ornate key, stepping inside the room to find something pretty amazing yet at the same time a little unnerving. There was a walkway in front of her, hanging in midair without any guard rails. It led to a platform with a similar lack of railings, surrounded on all sides by a deep and potentially bottomless pit. In the middle of the platform sat an innocuous massive multi-colored beach ball. Swallowing thickly, Ranma walked forward and almost jumped out of her skin when the room was suddenly illuminated by her mere presence much like the Minotaur King's had been.

There was suddenly movement all around her and Ranma stayed to the center of the walkway and the platform as she watched tentacles of all shapes and sizes reach up into the empty air around her. Only, when they got close to the platform, it was like a small invisible barrier was in place to keep them from smacking into her space. Ranma pursed her lips together as she reached the beach ball. Reaching down, she was once again startled when the air itself broke apart in front of her and a bit of magic began to play out.

Ranma watched wide eyed as a demonstration showed her what she was doing and the safety precautions in place for her. Apparently, the Tentacle Monster could not penetrate the barrier around the platform. However, anything else, beach ball included, could. So all she had to do was toss the beach ball to the Tentacle Monster and he would play with it before tossing it back.

… She was literally about to play ball with a huge mass of Tentacles. A little bit more confident now that she knew what was going on, the red head slowly made her way closer to the platform's edge. Several tentacles waved in the air before her and when she didn't immediately throw the ball at them, they plastered themselves against the invisible barrier that was keeping her safe. Ranma jumped a bit at that, but ignored the slimy appendages in favor of looking out at the creature they belonged to that lay below.

If the Tentacle Monster had some sort of central body mass, Ranma couldn't find it. The whole thing was just tentacles upon tentacles, even with its entire pen lit up with magical lights. It was disgusting and rather unnerving and Ranma had to remind herself several times that she was perfectly safe on the platform. Still, if this was what a Tentacle Monster looked like, Ranma could only be glad that the Wizard had it safely contained, because this thing was almost as large as small village from what she could see.

Swallowing the lump in her throat once more, Ranma turned back to the beach ball still sitting in the center of the platform. The tentacles had gotten more and more agitated as she stood there, so she hurried over to the ball and gave it one of her lightest kicks. Given her level of strength and training, this still sent the huge sphere flying through the air. It struck the far wall of the Tentacle Monster's pen and then rebounded over Ranma's head.

The tentacles behind her ended up catching the ball and the red head watched, amused as they bounced it around the room for a little bit amongst themselves. When the beach ball sailed near her however, she went ahead and snatched it up, causing a strange sort of chattering sound from the tentacles as they shuddered and shivered in what Ranma was beginning to regard as anticipation. Chuckling, the pretty martial artist went ahead and punched the ball back off the platform, letting a section of tentacles that hadn't quite played with the ball yet have their go at it.

This continued for a while, the Tentacle Monster playing with the ball, Ranma snatching it up and giving it back to a different section so the entire creature was getting a chance to play. The way she figured it, it was like exercising your entire body. If you only lifted weights, your arms would be buff but your legs might end up weak. Ranma believed the same principle probably applied to the Tentacle Monster.

Unfortunately, she would have been better off if she'd just stayed back and watched the Tentacle Monster play with the ball, rather than being an active participant. As she got sweatier, the appendages that received the beach ball from her got more and more of a taste from where her hands were touching the thing. And slowly but surely, the Tentacle Monster, far more intelligent than poor Ranma probably thought, formulated a plan.

Ranma watched with a smile on her face and her hands on her hips as the tentacles played with the ball in front of her. She was standing in the middle of the platform, ready and waiting to grab the brightly colored beach ball up again if they tried to toss it over her head. Instead though, after a moment the thing disappeared into the mass of tentacles, falling out of her line of sight.

Frowning, Ranma craned her head to try and see it, but she just couldn't. What the hell had they done with the beach ball? Was it even okay for her to leave the thing inside the Tentacle Monster's pen rather than on the platform above? Knowing that the barrier would protect her, Ranma slowly moved forward, giving herself more and more of a visual of the Tentacle Monster below as she peered down and tried to find the beach ball amongst its appendages.

Even as lit up as the huge creature was though, Ranma couldn't see the bright colors of the ball contrasting against the motley greens of the Tentacle Monster. The red head was utterly flummoxed. Meanwhile, behind her, two tentacles slowly rose up into the air on the other side of the platform. In their grasp was the large beach ball, which the Tentacle Monster had carefully passed between its appendages all the way under Ranma to bring it up on the opposite side of her.

Ranma was about to give it up as a last cause, peering one last time into the writhing mass of tentacles below, when the beach ball slammed into her back. Normally, such a thing, no matter the force behind the throw, would only have sent Ranma stumbling forward a single step. The red head was a martial artist after all and an inflatable beach ball wasn't about to take her out any time soon. Unfortunately, Ranma was already standing on the very edge of the platform, her toes only a few millimeters from the barrier that kept the tentacles away from her.

One step, one stumble forward… it was all that was needed to propel Ranma off of the platform and out into open space. Ranma was no slouch though. Even completely and totally surprised by what had just happened, the pretty young woman managed to spin around in midair and latch onto the edge of the platform with her fingers. She gripped down hard, catching herself right before she could fall into mass of tentacles below.

Looking below her, Ranma let out a sigh of relief and grabbed onto the lip of the platform with her other hand as well, getting ready to pull herself up when she felt a rather gentle tap on her right shoulder. Blinking dumbly, Ranma looked and found nothing. Then she felt a tap on her left shoulder and the red head rather stupidly glanced that way as well. Then, the tentacles that had been sneaking up on her while she was so distracted almost instantly wound themselves up her legs and pulled hard.

Ranma let out a shriek, trying with all her might to hold onto the edge of the platform for dear life. And for a moment, she actually managed it, pitting her strength against the two thick slimy appendages wrapped around her legs and winning, ever so briefly. Then another tentacle wrapped around her throat and two more slid along her arms after that. Ranma's eyes bulged as she was briefly choked out while small tendrils off of the tentacles on her arms eased her fingers off the edge of the platform one by one.

Ultimately, Ranma couldn't sustain her grip any longer, not with a lack of air and slimy tentacles all over her body. The red head fell, a cry of defeat escaping her lips as she did so. The tentacle around her throat did ease up though once she was off the platform and for a brief moment after Ranma had landed on a bed of soft squishy tentacles, she actually imagined she might be all right. Then, every appendage in her general vicinity descended on her at once and all Ranma could do was scream.

Soon enough she couldn't even do that anymore as one rather thick tentacle forced its way down her throat. Ranma struggled mightily, but that was rather hard when there's no leverage to speak of and a million arms are holding your body down. Her training clothes, the only outfit she had, were quickly and unceremoniously torn off her and Ranma let out a muffled moan of dejection, shaking her head back and forth as slimy tentacles slid all over her now naked form, pressing against her breasts, her abdomen, and even her pussy lips.

Over time, the slime began to feel strange. Ranma began to feel strange, her brow furrowing as her struggles lessened briefly and she began to pant instead. She was flushed red with embarrassment at this point, but that soon became arousal as well. The Tentacle Monster's slime was doing something to her and Ranma didn't quite understand what. She'd never actually felt like this before. Hell, she'd never even touched herself down there! (You try sleeping on the ground under the stars next to your father for pretty much your entire life and see how your sex life does!)

Yet she was feeling it and it was seriously distracting her from the problem at hand as she panted heavily, moaning around the tentacle still in her mouth. Then, she felt something between her legs. This time was different, it wasn't just the length of one of the Tentacle Monster's slimy appendages, this felt like a bulbous head. Ranma's eyes widened dramatically and she let out a muffled scream as the Tentacle Monster forced a huge thick tentacle into her cunt inch by inch. The crimson haired martial artist began to frantically struggle again even as it pushed deep inside of her pussy.

Ranma might not have had any experience with masturbation but her Pops had at least told her to keep herself pure until marriage. While her hymen had been a lost cause the moment Genma had started training her in a vigorous and physically intensive activity like martial arts, Ranma still bemoaned the loss of her virginity as the Tentacle Monster slammed its huge writhing shaft in and out of her cunt.

She tried to make her vocal displeasure with what was happening known, only to be utterly stymied by the tentacle gagging her throat. There was nothing Ranma could do but lay there and take it, her fit and toned body forced to undulate and bounce each time the massive appendage slammed up against her cervix only to withdraw again. The red head's tits jiggled with the force of the Tentacle Monster's thrusts, until two special appendages made their way to them and suctioned down onto the surface of Ranma's mammaries.

Then the poor girl had something else to scream about as they tried to pump nonexistent milk from her large tits. At least, it was nonexistent at first. The moment Ranma felt something liquid-like coming from her nipples she looked down around the intrusion in her mouth as best as possible, staring wide eyed as she began to lactate on the spot. Holy shit, what the hell was this slime doing to her body?!

The red head could only moan in protest, lacking the strength to even squirm now as the Tentacle Monster brought her to her first climax. Given her current circumstances however, Ranma just moaned again, her sweat-covered body shaking briefly and her stretched out pussy walls squeezing down as best they could around the tentacle plunging in between them.

For a bit, Ranma just coasted along with it, the fight draining from her and her eyes growing heavily lidded as she continued to shake her head back and forth in denial of what she was experiencing, but didn't do much at all to try and stop it. It was only when she felt the first large spherical object pushing down the tentacle's length into her birth canal that Ranma came back to full awareness.

The red head had no way of categorizing what she was experiencing. It was insanity, pure and simple. The Tentacle Monster forced egg after egg up into her womb, past her elasticized cervix. Ranma squealed and screamed around the appendage in her mouth to no avail, her eyes rolling back in her head until she'd all but passed out from the traumatic experience. When she finally came back to herself, it was to meet the hard floor of the platform as the Tentacle Monster negligently tossed her now thoroughly egged form back through the barrier.

Realizing she was free and had to get away before something else happened, Ranma whimpered and slowly got to her feet, staggering out of the room with a distended belly and a womb full of large eggs and nothing else. The naked red head barely remembered to grab the key from the door as she closed it behind her. Then, she got through the next door and into the absurdly long corridor.

Whimpering, Ranma took one look at the monsters, all staring at her in surprise and wonder, and began to run as best she could with her belly full of eggs and her tits swinging back and forth in the wind. The red head sobbed openly, tears falling down her face as she ran the length of the corridor and still couldn't quite get to the other end any faster. Halfway down it, she saw through the mirrors that the damn monsters were masturbating openly to the sight of her.

Feeling a deep sense of shame, Ranma was truly relieved to make it to the next door, pushing through it and closing it behind her before she began to climb the stairs as fast as she could, sometimes even taking to crawling up the steep staircase on her hands and feet. Ultimately, the crimson haired martial artist did manage to make it back to her room without anyone seeing her. At least, Ranma believed that. Every single angle of her defilement and her subsequent run of shame down the corridor had been recorded by an uncountable amount of mirrors.

The red head fell down onto the floor of her bright pink room, not knowing that the three mirrors in here were also recording devices as she began to squeal at feeling the eggs beginning to exit her already sweaty body. Her legs came up almost subconsciously as Ranma spread them wide, staring down at her gaping pussy and breathing hard.

Slowly but surely, egg after massive egg was pushed out of her womb through her cervix and down her birth canal, only to plop out from between her thighs onto the floor in front of her. Ranma could scarcely believe it as it happened again and again and again, to the point that the red head lost count of the number of foreign objects that had come out of her.

It was shortly after the last egg fell out that Ranma finally passed out from sheer exhaustion at what she'd just been forced to experience. It was only moments after her head fell back and her eyes closed that the locked door to her room unlocked itself and opened up to admit the Wizard, who looked down at Ranma and the new Tentacle Monster eggs with a wide wicked smile on his face.

Walking forward, the Wizard slowly descended to his knees and pulled up one of the long sleeves of his robe to bare his arm. Then, he casually stuck said arm right up Ranma's gaping cunt, stretching her out as he forced himself inside of her up past the elbow, his fingers pushing into her womb and exploring it briefly. The unconscious Ranma experienced an explosive orgasm from the quick check and her pussy walls clenched down around him even as he withdraw his arm.

"Delightfully stretchy my dear. This is good; you'll need that change for what comes next. Still, I can't imagine you'll be too happy with me when you wake up."

The Wizard reached out with the same hand that had just been deep inside of the beautiful red head and pressed his dripping wet fingers to her temple, his eyes closing.

"Yes, there's the anger. If left unchecked, you will attempt me bodily harm the moment you wake up. Can't have that now, so let's shift the blame to someone else… you harbor deep animosity for your father, so he'll do nicely, especially considering the next stage of my plans. Hm, and let's make it so you remember enjoying your experience with the Tentacle Monster a bit more than you really want to. There we go. Shame and embarrassment alongside misplaced anger should keep our working relationship healthy."

Pulling his hand back, the Wizard grinned viciously.

"I suppose tomorrow I'll give you a bit of a break. The Hydra has no sexual inclinations as it does not reproduce, merely growing new heads every year or so instead. You'll have fun with him… before the Unicorn."

Chuckling, the Wizard stood back up and looked down at the naked unconscious form of his latest 'Princess'.

"Ah, Ranma. You're going to be so beautiful when I'm done with you."

With those parting ominous words, the Wizard levitated the Tentacle Monster eggs into the air and spun around, leaving Ranma laying on the floor and departing the way he'd come with the large eggs floating along behind him.

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As exhausted as she was, Ranma outright slept straight through the rest of the day and the entire night. The thing that ultimately woke her up was the sun beating down on her face through the glass doors of that led out onto a terrace off of the Princess' room. Groaning, the red head came back to full consciousness rather slowly, feeling disgusting and more than a little sore. Then she shifted and felt the pink carpet on her naked back and equally naked ass.

The martial artist's eyes shot open as she remembered everything that had happened to her. Leaping up onto her feet, Ranma spun around wildly with her fists up, ready for a fight. But there was nothing there. She was in her room and everything seemed fine besides the memories of what the Tentacle Monster had done to her. Grimacing, Ranma found herself glancing down at the floor, dreading the sight of the numerous eggs she'd given birth to before passing out.

Only, there was nothing there besides a large wet spot where she'd been laying. Eyes wide, Ranma looked around frantically for baby Tentacle Monsters, before realizing rather belatedly that if the eggs had hatched, the shells would still be there. No, someone had taken the eggs from between her legs while she slept. Feeling unaccountably angry at her father for getting her into this mess, and incredibly ashamed and embarrassed over what had happened down in the basement as well as the fact that someone had seen her naked, Ranma decided she needed to have a chat with the Wizard.

But she wasn't about the run around the tower in the nude, no sir. At the same time, her clothes were trashed. The outfit she was going to make last the full two weeks was torn to shreds, the remnants of which were now somewhere beneath that writhing mass of tentacles. Slowly, ever so slowly, the crimson haired martial artist turned her eyes towards the room filled with girly clothing and other accessories. A whimper left Ranma's mouth as she shook her head in response to her own traitorous thoughts.

In the end though, she didn't really have a choice, did she? Grimacing at that unassailable logic, Ranma slowly walked forward, eyeing the mass of dresses and high heels and panties and bras like it was going to leap up and swallow her hole. None of the clothing moved however and Ranma tried to eye the pile of dresses in particular, before eventually grabbing hold of a lavender garment. Pulling it out of the pile, she found her instincts to be correct. This was something she could work with, the least feminine dress in the bunch, even though all dresses were in essence feminine.

Pursing her lips together, Ranma slid the lavender dress over her head and put her arms through its holes, pushing it down until it was covering her legs all the way to the knee. Eyeing herself carefully, Ranma nodded after a moment in tepid satisfaction. It would do the job of covering her up at least, and she didn't think she'd need to bother with the all too girly undergarments that would normally go under it. She DEFINITELY wasn't putting on a pair of those high heels. Whoever had lived here last had worn nothing BUT the very feminine, very irritating shoe type.

Spinning around Ranma left her room barefoot and wearing nothing but the dress for coverage. She swiftly made her way to the Wizard's laboratory, the area that he'd taken her and Genma to the first day in order to run his first tests. When the red head finally arrived at said laboratory, she barged right in to find the Wizard working with her father. Then her eyes moved down and widened dramatically as she lifted up an arm to cover them, to hide what she was seeing from her gaze.

"F-fuck! What the hell is happening?!"

Her father did not look good for the few moments Ranma was looking at him. Genma was still stuck in panda form from the looks of things, but he was much larger than before and his dick and balls had both expanded dramatically, much to Ranma's chagrin as she got an eyeful of something she'd never wanted to see in a million years.

"Ah, Ranma. I do hope you had a good encounter with the Tentacle Monster. I like the dress. Apologies for the state of your father. Nothing is wrong with him; it's just that he's stuck in between human and panda right now. It's merely the middle of the process I am using to turn him back to his true form."

A fresh wave of shame and embarrassment hit Ranma at the mention of the Tentacle Monster. Though, the Wizard's explanation for why Genma was bigger did sort of make sense to her. Blushing furiously still, Ranma shook her head. In that moment, she decided she didn't want to talk about what had happened with the Tentacle Monster, especially if the Wizard was none the wiser despite her change in dress. Ranma completely forgot the fact that SOMEONE had to have taken the eggs from her room while she lay passed out on the floor. Instead she simply shrugged her shoulders, using one hand to block Genma from her view as she looked at the Wizard.

"I-It was fine. And I get it, magic can't be rushed or whatever. So I guess I have to go back down again today?"

The Wizard gives her a nice genial smile and nods.

"Please do yes. I would like you to take care of the Hydra today. There are certain conditions that must be met for the Unicorn and I don't know that you'd be comfortable meeting them. It's perfectly fine though, take your time. The Hydra is a relatively benign creature in the end. It enjoys a fight much like the Minotaur, but unlike most monster types, it does not reproduce using human women as incubators. In fact, it does not reproduce at all through the usual methods. A new Hydra is only born when a grouping of three heads is cut off at the same time."

Ranma flushed an even deeper shade of red at that, not quite connecting the dots on WHY the Wizard was telling her this, but still feeling embarrassment over her encounter with the Tentacle Monster.

"R-right. Well I'll just head down there then! Not like I was worried about how it reproduced anyways! I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself against any sort of monster that might try to come at me! I'll just head down there right now!"

And with that, Ranma left the room with all due haste, not wanting to spend a moment longer in the same space as that massive schlong between her father's legs. Unfortunately for her, she was not free of the sight of dicks just because she'd gone down into the basement. In fact, it would be better to say she was deluged with them once she was down in the basement.

Yet again, Ranma was forced to traverse the abnormally long corridor, moving past all the cells that contained numerous throbbing members attached to a multitude of monsters as she did so. As soon as they saw her, the disgusting creatures got hard, their already turgid cocks growing even larger. Ranma ran on, but the mirrors showed a very different image then she'd really wanted to convey. The dress she'd chosen showed a lot more than she'd thought when she was in a full sprint and no panties or bra meant more of her was on display than she would have liked, while also meaning her damn tits were bouncing around all over the place.

Ranma scowled at her reflection in the mirrors, a red head with a deep blush looking back at her, while to her side she could see the monstrous creatures jacking off to the sight of her. Eventually though, she does make it to the end of the corridor once more, getting through the door and letting out another gasp of relief that she'd made it through. Catching her breath, Ranma pushed herself off the door she'd been leaning against and moved to the opposite side of the Minotaur King's door this time, steadfastly refusing to even look at the Tentacle Monster's door. The Hydra sat on the other side of the Minotaur King and Ranma pressed her lips together before glancing warily to the door beside it, the Unicorn's door.

There are actual instructions on the outside of the Unicorn's room and unable to help herself, Ranma walks over to check them out, intrigued. It's basically the same information the Wizard already told her, albeit a bit more detailed. Apparently the Unicorn would only play with princesses. There were some helpful images on how to properly fool him and Ranma found herself blushing as she realized if she wanted to properly play the princess for the Unicorn, she would have to make use of EVERYTHING in the room she was sleeping in up above.

It expected her to wear a dress, panties, a bra, HEELS… even make up. There's also a warning not to stay in the room too long, because supposedly the Unicorn could charm people, whatever the hell that meant. Ranma shook her head at that, fully disinclined to even consider it after what had happened to her the day before.

Instead, she moved back to the Hydra door and stepped on through, her guard completely up as she walked in far enough to cause the room to illuminate itself. Ranma was completely and totally ready for a fight, so when a Hydra head came out of nowhere to snap at her, she promptly kicked the thing across its massive jaw, sending it into a nearby wall.

That head whined and whimpered, but the other four did no such thing, all attacking her at once as Ranma grinned viciously and fought back with all she had. Finally an enemy she could fight! The battle lasted for a bit until Ranma had beaten every head into submission. Once the Hydra was pawing at the ground and whimpering from five mouths at once, Ranma began to feel a little bad. Looking around, she found what looked like a massive snack dispenser.

Shrugging her shoulders, the sweaty martial artist walked over and pressed a big red button with the word "SNACK" over it. A large dried piece of meat fell out of a hole in the wall a moment later and Ranma turned around to find all five of the Hydra's heads had perked up. Acting like an overexcited dog, it began to bounce up and down on its feet, causing the ground to shake and Ranma to giggle a bit.

Ultimately, when it was clear that the Hydra wasn't going to attack her for the food but was instead waiting to be fed, Ranma tossed the snack over his way with all of her upper body strength, watching with some amusement as the Hydra heads fought between themselves to get the largest piece of it. Well, this wasn't so bad was it? Turning back to the wall, Ranma hit the red button thrice more and flung snack after snack in the Hydra's direction.

After feeding the thing for a good thirty minutes, Ranma looked on as the Hydra fell to the ground, all tuckered out and full on meat. Its heads drooped down and it nodded off right there in front of her. Ranma was left feeling rather good about the experience, to the point that on her way back down the exceedingly long corridor, she barely noticed the monsters jacking off as she loped past, humming happily to herself. Today had been a good day… but she would have to see what tomorrow brought with it.

Later that night as the crimson haired martial artist slept in the far too comfortable bed for the first time since arriving in the tower, fingers closed over her temple and a soft amused voice spoke up, breaking the room's silence.

"Let's do a few more tweaks shall we? We need you ready for your playtime with the Unicorn tomorrow after all…"

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