[XOver][FanFic][Lemon] The Shikima Interface - Chapter 5

[T.H. Tiger]

The Shikima Interface
Chapter five, Consequences

A fan fiction based on the Manga by Rumiko Takahashi, Ranma 1/2, using
characters and situations from the anime La Blue Girl. I have no
rights whatsoever to the characters depicted herein.

This is a lemon, another word for porn. If that offends, do not read
this. It also may contain NC sex if that offends you don't read this.
If you think anything might offend you, don't read this. If you are
under age for adult material, don't read this.

Anyone else, please for goodness sake read this and let me know what
you think. Of course as May West said, "Goodness has nothing to do
with it."

What has gone before.
Ryouga discovered a potion that disabled the Jusenkyo curse.
Ranma thinking it was a cure drank it while in her female form, and
may be trapped that way.
Akane used the instant Nanniichuan on herself to treat certain
side effects Ranma was suffering from. Something interfered with the
temporary curse, rendering it permanent. Akane is now cursed to
change into a boy when splashed with cold water. A very big boy.
Due to some demonic influences, Shampoo has been bonded to
Nabiki. Nabiki, herself under similar influences, as well as her own
dose of Instant Nanniichuan, has developed an attraction to Shampoo.
Nodoka on learning of Ranma's condition, reluctantly decided that
Ranma would have to learn how to behave as a girl in order to not
bring dishonor to the Saotome family name while they wait to see if
she will ever regain her masculinity.
Ukyou had been selected by a higher power to become a demon
hunter, and has acquired a spirit guide named Yousee for U.C., which
is short for Ukyou-chan. It seems when Yousee selected a body for her
assignment on earth, she chose one that looked just like Ukyou. But
don't worry, they're easy to tell apart. Yousee is the one who's
eight inches tall.

Last chapter we left Nabiki facing certain death at the hands of
an angry Cologne. What will happen to our spunky business woman?

Previous chapters may be found at the following sites:
The Sakura lemon page.
<http://anime.muck.com/~sakura/>
Rteker's lemon page
<http://members.aol.com/RTeker/Lemons.html>
The RAAC archive, at
<ftp://ftp.cs.ubc.ca/pub/archive/anime-fan-works/Ranma/Lemon/>
and finally
<www.tass.org/fanfic/>

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Ryouga Hibiki climbed the stairs toward Akane's room. All around
him the Dojo was silent. No one was stirring. No one was in sight.
Stopping outside her door, he hesitated. Then, from inside came the
muffled sounds of a girl crying. The sound bit into Ryouga's soul,
and he flung open the door to Akane's room.
"Akane, what is it? What's the matter?"
Akane, who had been curled up in a ball of misery on her bed
looked up as her door slammed open. "Ry . . .Ryouga?" She asked, then
her face fell, and sobbing as if her heart would break, she flung
herself across the room and into his arms.
Reflexively, Ryouga closed his arms around her, holding her
tightly to his chest. "Akane? What's wrong? What's happened?"
"It's Ranma." Akane sobbed into his chest.
"Ra . . .Ranma?" Ryouga stuttered as a feeling of dread filled
him. Once he would have reacted in rage to the news Ranma had made
Akane cry, but that was before . . .
"He's left me Ryouga. Something happened. He's trapped as a
girl, and he doesn't want to change back. He told me he was going to
find a real man, not a make believe one like me." Akane's voice was
not steady as she said this, she cried and choked on tears as she got
it out, but finally she finished, and she looked up at Ryouga with
tears streaming down her face.
"Ryouga-kun, you think I'm a girl don't you? You don't think I'm
an uncute tomboy?"
"Of course Akane. You're the most beautiful girl in the whole
world."
Akane's face lit up at his words, but then she looked him in the
face and her expression changed to one of accusation. "You're lying!
You're just like all the rest of them. You think I'm not really a
girl at all. You're wrong! I am a girl, and I'll prove it." Akane
wrenched herself out of Ryouga's arms and dropped to her knees.
Before Ryouga could react, she had undone the ties to his pants, and
had fished out his erect cock. Without the slightest hesitation, she
darted her head forward and took him into her mouth. Ryouga's hands
had been moving toward her, intending to push her away, but as her hot
wet mouth engulfed his manhood he stopped. Moaning in pure pleasure,
he let his hands rest on her head as it bobbed up and down on his
shaft.
"Oh Akane." He moaned in pleasure. He ran his hands through her
silky hair, wrapping her pigtail around his fingers. Pigtail . . .
Ryouga let his gaze drop. He looked in shock at the redheaded girl
who was sucking his cock with great enthusiasm. Ryoga's shock turned
to dismay as he felt an unstoppable force building in his balls. With
a groan of despair, he shot a heavy load of cream into the girl's
mouth. For a little while she continued to suckle on the stunned
boy's cock, but eventually she pulled her face away from his belly and
looked up at him.
"Not bad Ryouga. Tastes a little like bacon." Ranma said with a
smile.

"Arrrrrgggghhhhhhh" Ryoga woke with a scream, a sheen of sweat
coating his body. He lay on the ground, his breath coming in great
gasps. He tried to bring his hand up to wipe his brow, but without
success. Looking across at his hand, he saw a thick green rope
holding it in place. Then it pulsed, and he realized it was not a
rope. It was some sort of tentacle. There was another one holding
his other hand in place. That was when he felt the sensation in his
groin. Looking down he saw another tentacle, this one thicker then
the ones holding his arms in place, disappearing into the front of his
pants. For a second he stared, too shocked to move, but then he felt
the warm wetness engulfing his cock, and once again he screamed.
"Arrrrrggggghhhhh"

Nearby, a blue haired girl stood on a rocky bluff looking out
over a barren and twisted landscape. The rock that formed it was
obviously of volcanic origin, and flowed in an almost organic pattern.
Looping and tumbling, younger rock flowed over older flows. All of
them together humped up and over each other to form a roof over the
entire vast area.
It was a cavern, but like none ever found on earth. Instead of
darkness as black as a demon's soul, it was lit with a dull red light
that seemed to come from everywhere and no where. It was not an even
light. There were pools of almost blinding illumination, and areas
where darkness did indeed reign supreme. It was home. Or at least
the place where the girl's parents lived.
Ryouga's scream of rage floated through the air, and reached her,
but she didn't pay any attention. Screams of rage, and passion, were
commonplace in this realm. Miko Mido sighed to herself. She had not
spent as much time with her mother recently as she would have liked.
Finishing university and her martial arts training had fully occupied
her time. It had taken a message from her mother requesting that she
come and visit to make her realize how long it had been. Jumping from
the top of the bluff she set out for her parents' home.

Up in the shadows, three beings watched Miko bounce by with great
appreciation.
"Well, well Ergan, it would seem the old home has added some
things since we were last here."
"I'll say." Ergan answered his companion. "I tell you, Extefan,
if I had known they had hot running girls now, I'd have been back long
since."
Nendex, the last of the three, had been keeping an eye on the
running girl. He nodded his head in agreement, but the rapid growth
of the six foot penile tendril between his legs spoke volumes more
than his nod. Extefan and Ergan were similarly showing their approval
of the young girls appearance. Since their unexpected and sudden
discorporation in the mortal world the three demons had been hiding in
the outskirts of the Shikima in the mortal world the three demons had
been hiding in the outskirts of the Shikima realm trying to keep a low
profile. The appearance of what appeared to be a fully human female
had lured them from their hiding place.
"Shall we go and say hello, do you think?" Extefan said with a
leer.
"It would only be polite." Ergan leered back. The three demons
left their high perch and set out after the bouncing girl.

An hour later:
"Arrrggggg" Ryouga screamed, as he brought his umbrella down on
the top of what passed for the monster's head. Rebounding away from
his foe, he watched with satisfaction as it slowly fell in on itself,
and turned into a gelatinous sludge that seeped away into the cracks
and crevices that covered the blighted landscape. Then, as the
adrenaline from the fight left him, he sagged, exhausted. He had not
slept in three days. He didn't dare. He was in hell, and if he
slept, he might not wake again. Look what had happened when he had
let himself nod off for a minute.
For three days he had battled constantly. Monster after monster
had come after him, hungry for his flesh. Those that could speak
would almost always open with a comment of how delicious he looked.
Ryouga gave a bitter laugh. To think that he had thought being free
of his curse would never mean having to fear being eaten again.
The laugh changed to a cough, as intense pain racked his side.
Examining himself he found that this last monster had managed to get
through his defenses, and had actually managed to inflict a fairly
nasty wound. Being so exhausted, even the toughness he had learned to
create during his Bakusai Tenketsu training was wavering, and it was
almost completely automatic requiring no effort on his part to remain
in effect. It was a mark of how low his reserves were falling.
Once, he would have screamed to the heavens that it was all Ranma
Saotome's fault, but he knew better this time. This was his fault.
He had raped Ranma, an act totally unforgivable, and he had been sent
to hell for it. Tears streamed down his cheeks. He would never see
Akane again, never be cuddled to her bosom again. Never be held in
her arms, safe from the indignities a cruel world held for a helpless
little pig. What a fool he had been. What he had called a curse had
been the greatest blessing he could ever have hoped for. However,
even as these thoughts crossed his mind, he knew he would never give
up his precious cure. No matter how he longed for the comfort of
Akane's warm arms cuddling his pig form, he longed even more to feel
them around his human body.

A sharp high pitched scream suddenly wrenched his attention back
to his surroundings, and he cursed himself for letting his attention
wonder. In this place not paying attention was a capital crime. He
oriented as best he could on the direction the scream had come from,
and started to make his way toward it.

Ryouga blinked in amazement, and not a little shock at the scene
below him. Three small puke colored Demons, well, small in comparison
to the ones Ryouga had been dealing with, these were half again as
large as he was, were sitting on the ground, moaning in pain. They
were all facing each other, their legs crossed so that their groins
were pressed close together. Each of them was blessed with a penis
more than six feet in length. A few days before that would have
amazed Ryouga, but he'd seen far more impressive ones in the last
three days. What was widening his eyes was not the demon's
endowments. It was the fact that a blue haired girl in tight clothing
that hugged ever inch of her body, and with a red hair ribbon holding
back her long hair was currently braiding those endowments as if they
were so much rope. Even as Ryouga watched, she tied a final bow in
the very end, and stepped back to admire her work.
"Bitch!" One of the demons moaned. Ryouga's ears pricked up.
The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't place it.
"It's your own fault!" The girl retorted, "What were you
thinking, attacking me like that? It's been two years since any of
you lesser Shikima had a chance with me."
"Who the fuck are you?" One of the other demons spat out, and
again, Ryouga thought he sounded familiar for some reason.
"You don't know who I am?" The girl said with some surprise.
"Where have you been for the last three years?" Then her glance
turned in Ryouga's direction, and he ducked down out of sight.
However, she was not looking for him. Instead her gaze swept from the
area behind him back to the three bound demons. She started to
chuckle. "Ah, so you've been guesting with the ladies. You must have
more stamina than you show."
"Ha, bloody ha," the last demon said. "Big joke. I've been
without for so long I'd wear a female down to a husk if I got the
chance. We've been trapped in a temple for the last two thousand
years, and not a sniff of a female in all that time." Ryouga's face
twisted into a frown. He knew he'd heard that voice before.
"Ah, so then you don't know me. I'm Miko Mido, daughter of King
Sikima."
The three demons looked at her aghast,
"You're Sikima's daughter?" "You're the daughter of the king of
the Shikima?" "No bloody way!" Were their responses to this
statement. Nendex, who had objected to her story, continued. "Your
fully human form, not a tentacle or horn on you. If you're the
daughter of the king where are your demon markings?" Every demon
unless warded has to show his nature in some way. Completely human
looking ones have to have demon markings clearly showing. Where are
yours?"
"I'm only half demon, and I've spent my whole life being trained
in the Miroku ninja clan's sex-craft. I have almost full control of
my nature. My demon half only manifests when I'm under severe stress,
and when it does there's is no question as to my nature. The rest of
the time my human side is paramount."
"Daughter of the demon king?" Ryouga mused to himself. In his
exhausted state he had focused on that, and had missed the rest of
conversation while he thought over the implications of that fact. It
was a good thing he had stayed hidden. She might have lured him in
and then killed him. She looked completely human to Ryouga. He would
have let her get close with no fear at all. "Well," he decided, "No
point in hanging around here. Might as well leave her to her
meal . . ." Ryouga suddenly froze, a memory had twitched in his weary
head. The strangely familiar voices, the reference to a temple. It
couldn't be, could it?

"Look, just let us go girl, and we won't give you any more
trouble. Extefan, Nendex and me, we'll just go away. Alright?"

"Ergan?" Both Miko and the three demons turned in surprise at
the faint voice. Standing above them, and looking down at their
little group, was a figure in a yellow shirt and black pants, a
massive backpack on his back.
"Ryouga!?" Ergan said incredulously. "What the fuck are you
doing here?"
"It is you!" Ryouga answered, ignoring the return question. He
had no idea of how he got here, and was more concerned with his friend
at the moment. "What happened to you? How did you end up in those
bodies? Is it a Jusenkyo curse?"
Before Ergan could reply, Nendex broke in. "That's right Ryouga.
This is a demon princess. She's trying to start her own army. She
kidnaped us and splashed us with water. We were too embarrassed to
tell you about our curses, what with us being priests and all. You
have to help us."
"Hey! What the heck is going on around here?" Miko cried out.
She had been looking back and forth between the two of them with
growing confusion. Nendex's last outrageous statement had jerked her
out of her bemused state. She glared up at Ryouga. "Who are you?
What are you doing here? Are you a Suzuka?"
Ryouga unslung his umbrella from behind his head and brandished
it. He tried to point it toward her, but the last blow he had
delivered with it had left it with a decided kink. As a result as he
tried to sight down its length, he ended up pointing it off over the
horizon somewhere. He finally gave up and placed it behind his back
with the precise care used by the very drunk, or the very tired. "My
name is Ryouga Hibiki, and for what you have done to my friends, I
will punish you."
Miko facefaulted, and the three demons big-sweated.
"He's gone around the bend." Nendex muttered.
"No, he's just totally exhausted." Ergan replied, a look of
concentration on his face.
The other two demons looked at him in surprise. "You can still
access him?" Nendex asked.
"I wish! No. Without Urgant's mirror, I can't get fully into
this head. There is a trace of the old connection though. Enough to
feel his mental state, but not enough to make him do anything."
"Damn!" Nendex said, "I was hoping you could use him to distract
her while we got away. I didn't survive two thousand years of total
boredom to become a meal three days after we end up back here."
Ergan was focusing intently on Ryouga, who was moving around so
he was between Miko and the demons. He gave a small smile and nodded
his head in satisfaction. "It's still there. I was afraid it might
have broken when the mirror was destroyed, but his session with the
redhead must have sealed it."
"What the fuck are you talking about!?" Extefan demanded.
"You know Ryouga's a berserker right?"
"Well of course."

They all looked at where Ryouga was making a bull rush toward
Miko. She sidestepped and tripped him, sending him face first into a
large rock. They winced, but Ryouga got back to his feet, none the
worse for his fall. The rock was not so fortunate. Ergan sighed in
relief and went back to his explanation.

"Well, when I was working on getting him to nail the redhead, I
had a lot of trouble. He's got some very strong feelings about
forcing girls. Shit, he's got a major phobia about even talking to
one, for Lucifer's sake. On the other hand, he had some really strong
repressed feelings about the redhead. Real, real repressed. He had
them buried under one hell of a pile of mad. You remember how he was
always ranting about how Saotome had ruined his life. Turns out half
of that was because of plain old denial. You know how hung up humans
get about some things. Seeing as how he was so mad at her, and had
all that bottled up passion, I worked a linkage between his two
strongest feelings for her, lust and anger. All the anger he feels
for Ranma is now hooked straight into his libido. With any luck it
might work the same way here if he gets mad enough at the bitch."

Ergan cast a speculative eye over to where Miko was facing off
against a very tired, but still very mad Ryouga. Ryouga threw a punch
at her that she easily avoided by somersaulting straight up and over
him. As she passed over his head she let go with a kick that caused
him to stagger forward several feet before catching his balance. He
turned back toward her, an angry expression on his face.

Ergan nodded in satisfaction. "If he gets angry enough at the
bitch, his balls will take over, and all those restraints about
forcing girls will get bypassed. He'll become a fucking machine, and
I mean that both ways, all his anger gets dumped into his sex drive.
You saw what happened with the redhead, how calm and controlled he got
once he tipped over the edge. Once he gets going, he won't stop until
he's exhausted his ability to get it up. With all the Shikima magic
he must have running through him by now, if he goes into that state,
he'll be keeping the bitch busy for at least the rest of the day, even
if she is Sikima's daughter."
"That's not going to do 'us' much good," Extefan protested.
"He's mad at her for what she's done to his 'friends' and
'benefactors', but he looks too damn tired to be thinking with his
balls. He is only a human after all, no matter how strong he is."
"Shit! You have been away a long time," Ergan said. "If that
bitch was telling the truth, and she is Sikima's daughter, then she
isn't going to give him any option."

Just then Miko made another leap that carried her over the three
bound demons. Looking straight up between her spread legs Ergan
spotted a tell-tail wet spot where her tight silk pants pressed into
the cleft of her sex. Ryouga had to come to a stumbling stop to avoid
running into the three bound demons. Carefully, he made his way
around them, and once again set off after Miko.

Ergan sniffed the air, and his prick gave a sudden lurch, much to
the dismay of his fellow captives.
"Fuck!" They both screamed at once, then cried out in pain again
as Ergan started to forcibly unknot their cocks. "What the shit do
you think you're doing!?" Extefan screamed, trying to knock Ergan's
hands away from his tender member.
"Shut up and help me Asshole! Can't you smell it? Didn't you
see her pants? The bitch is practically flooding the place with
pheromones. If we don't get ourselves untied, we're going to mangle
each other." The others looked at him wide eyed, and then hastily
began to force their members apart, holding their breath all the
while, and gritting their teeth against the pain. After several
painful seconds, the three of them were free. Now that the risk to
their most precious possession was gone, they took the time to assess
the situation.

Even as they watched, Miko landed a brutal kick to Ryouga's chin.
The blow staggered him back several feet, where he tripped over a
small boulder and fell onto his back. His lack of sleep and
reluctance to fight a girl, even one that was really a demon, was
clearly hampering him. Obviously her fully human, and very female,
appearance was keeping him from really being able to believe she was
what she said she was.

"Damn!" Ergan swore as he closed his eyes to better concentrate.
"He's not getting mad enough. He had a real mad on at that redhead
when I set those links. He has to get at least that mad if he's going
to tip over the edge. He's nowhere near that angry at her . . .
Unless . . . ?"
"I don't like the sound of that," Extefan said. He looked
worriedly at Ergan who was looking a little pale himself. "What's the
problem?"
"Ah, well . . . I just realized something. I wasn't all that
careful the last time. All I wanted was to get his motor going. It
could be that the only person he can cut loose on is the redhead. I
linked his anger into his lust all right, but it might be it was just
his feelings about Ranma in particular. Could be that he'll be just
his normal half-witted self with any other girl. Maybe he won't be
able to take the fight to the bitch after all."
The three demons looked at each other, then as one they said.
"Lets get the fuck out of here!" Scrambling madly, not watching where
they were going, only wanting to put as much space as they could
between themselves and the vengeful daughter of their king before she
finished with Ryouga, they headed out, traveling toward the area
Ryouga had just exited.

Miko Mido had been thoroughly enjoying herself. The last two
years of training had really paid off for her. When the three demons
had jumped her an hour or so ago, she had handled them easily. Never
once had they pushed her to the point where she had needed to use her
sex-craft. Instead, she had kicked butt using nothing but her martial
arts training, a vast improvement over her situation of a few years
ago.

The Miroku clan ninjas, who had expelled Miko's mother over her
relationship with Miko's father, practiced a very special style of
close in fighting. Basically, while they were accomplished fighters,
their real skill did not come into effect until they had seemingly
lost the fight. At the time their skills had been created and
perfected, the fate of an attractive female who was defeated in battle
was pretty much guaranteed. The Miroku had taken full advantage of
this situation when they created their style. As a result, more than
one supposedly victorious warrior had met his death between the legs
of his defeated foe.
Over time word of their 'talent', and the danger of exercising
the victor's rights with them got around, and the Miroku had to adapt.
They mastered the arts of inflaming their opponent's lust to the point
where they discarded rational thought when the opportunity to slake
that lust appeared. From the time they were able to walk, the women
of the Miroku were trained in the use of their body, and how to use it
to inflame their opponents. By the time they reached puberty they had
full mastery of their clan's sex-craft, and could use it to
devastating effect. Ingrained behavior kicked in at the merest
suggestion of battle. Subtle body language enticed their opponent,
attacking him through his visual senses. The release of pheromones
affected him through his sense of smell. Subtle strikes given in the
course of battle affected him through his sense of touch. Artful
little noises that affected the opponents primal instincts at a level
far below his awareness made use of his hearing. Only the sense of
taste was not used in the preliminaries, but it was in the later
stages. All the time their bodies were enticing the foe, it was also
preparing itself for the coming activity. A Miroku Ninja in combat
was always at full sexual readiness, and it was not uncommon for their
juices to leak through the fabric of their outfits, and to inflame
their opponents even more.

Miko suddenly sprang backward several yards and looked at Ryouga
warily. He had suddenly shifted his fighting style, and was glowering
at her with a face red with rage. She watched him closely, wondering
if he had been playing possum. As she did so, she tried to analyze
his new style. It was like nothing she had seen or heard of. Her
teachers had always warned her to be careful when fighting someone who
used an unconventional stance or attack. They might be an untrained
wanna-be, or they might be a master of some esoteric art.
Suddenly Miko let out a snort of laughter. Ryouga hadn't adopted
some new and bizarre fighting style to surprise her with. He was not
red with rage. What he was, was embarrassed, and his supposed secret
fighting style was merely his efforts to hide the fact that he had a
raging erection. Trying to keep a smirk off her face, Miko moved back
into fighting range, confident she had Ryouga's measure.

Miko had been brought up never knowing her heritage, but she had
not gone untrained. Her Grandmother had trained her in all the Miroku
arts. She had been an excellent student and had quickly become the
greatest master of sex-craft in her generation. However that did not
mean she was the greatest fighter. Far too often for her liking in
her earlier years she had been defeated and raped by her opponents.
True, in the end, she had always been victorious. Once the battle
moved into the sexual arena she was able to defeat her foes with
relative ease, but the fact that she had to do it in that way rankled.
Unlike the average Miroku, Miko had been raised in normal human
society. Outside of her training with her grandmother, she had lived
as a normal girl. The Miroku saw rape as the start of the real fight.
Miko could not help but look on it as a defeat and a failure on her
part.
As a result, for the last two years, from just after the Cyborg
Suzukas had attacked the Shikima realm, she had trained to perfect her
skills in the martial art's. The sweat and effort had been well
rewarded. The proof being the ease with which she had handled the
three demons.

However, as the battle between her and Ryouga continued, her
satisfaction over that victory was souring. The young man she was
fighting was not putting up much of a fight at all. He was clearly in
bad shape. She could see he was favoring his side, and through a rent
in his shirt she could make out three claw marks seeping blood. On
top of his injuries, he seemed to have a great reluctance to strike
her. Not to mention that he gave the impression that the fact he was
aroused was a matter of great personal shame. He could be a Suzuka
ninja, the Miroku's greatest rivals in the field of sex-craft, faking
it, but she didn't think so. As far as she knew the Suzuka were no
more. Besides, the boy didn't seem to have one iota of sex-craft.
She knew her own skills well, and how much she had improved since the
last time she faced the Suzuka. She did not think that she could be
fooled that badly anymore.
Miko decided to try and defuse the situation before the boy got
hurt. "Look, why don't we talk about this. Those demons lied to you.
It's clear that you know them from somewhere, but I'm not your enemy."
For a second the boy hesitated, then his expression firmed as
much as his exhaustion would allow. "Liar!" He cried out. "I heard
what you said. You said you were the daughter of the king of this
hell. Those were my friends you were hurting. They gave me the most
precious gift I've ever received. They gave me back my manhood. They
were priests, monks! For what you did to those good men, I will
punish you." He pulled the umbrella from behind his head once again,
and charged. Miko bounded out of the way, feeling exasperation at his
stubbornness. Why wouldn't he listen? He has seen what his so-called
friends looked like. Surely he didn't think they were really priests
and monks?
Her expression of exasperation turned to one of shock as the boy
brought his bent and battered umbrella down on the boulder that Miko
had been standing in front of a second before, and it shattered. She
drew in a shocked breath, and suddenly became much more worried. The
boy was far more dangerous than she had thought, if that had connected
with her . . . She shuddered. Still, she could not really bring
herself to think he was a true enemy. He seemed so pathetic. On the
other hand, she couldn't keep dodging like this all day. As tired as
he seemed, he gave no indication of stopping. Even now, despite
trickling blood from several scratches caused by the exploding
boulder, he was still coming after her.
Miko back flipped several yards away, and considered her options.
She didn't want to fight him anymore, but she had to stop him before
he hurt himself, or got in a lucky blow. In the last two years she
done more than just improve her martial arts. She had, at her
mother's insistence, worked on understanding the gifts she possessed
from her father's side of the family.
The Shikima were like humans in many ways. They had a common
nature, but wildly varying skills and talents. The vast majority of
Shikima were Succubuses and Incubuses. Some of those were dream
stalkers. Coming to mankind, and woman kind, in their sleep they
drained them of energy through sexual dreams. More rare was the
Shikima who could physically interact in the real world with humans,
taking on the image and behavior of the one their victim lusted after.
Those Shikima were always of the higher classes, and rather than being
ravenous feeders, could pick and choose when and whom to drain. Eight
hundred years ago, before the Shikima were restricted to their own
realm by the agreement with the Miroku, those Shikima had wondered the
earth freely. The fact that they were able to control their hunger,
rare in demons, let them move easily among their prey.
Miko was not a Succubus herself. Her skill in draining energy
was pretty much nonexistent, but she had discovered that she had some
of the lesser Succubus's gifts. One of those was tailor-made for the
current situation. As she continued to avoid the shambling figure or
Ryouga, she concentrated. Slowly an aura began to form around her,
and extend toward Ryouga. He blinked bleary eyes at it, and then it
washed over him.

"Well, well, well, if it ain't Mr. I've-got-a-cock-and-you-don't.
How's it hanging, Pig boy?"
"Ranma?" Ryouga said incredulously. He had been fighting the
demon girl, then she had stumbled and caught her hair on something.
When she straightened, her hair had stayed behind. Or rather the wig
she had been wearing had stayed behind. Her body also seemed to shift
and change. Ryouga stared in befuddlement at the familiar redhead in
front of him. While he did so, the scenery seemed to fade and shift
as well, and he suddenly found himself in the Tendo Dojo.
He looked around wildly, and suddenly realized he was sitting up
in a pile of sheets, and a Futon was under him. "A dream . . . It was
all a dream?"
"Yo, earth to Ryouga, you in there Mr. P?"

Ryouga looked up at Ranma, who was bending over to look him in
the face. The front of her shirt fell open and her glorious breasts
were displayed, a dangling double handful of delight. A hand lightly
slapped him across the face, and he realized that he had been staring
for several minutes.
"God Ryouga, you really are a pervert." Ranma said, standing up
and backing off a few feet. "Don't you get off enough looking at
Akane? Not that she has anything to really look at."
"A dream," Ryouga said in a faint voice, "it was all a dream."
"Yea, yea, whatever. Come on Ryouga, I want to get this over
with before everyone wakes up." Ranma took a fighting stance and
waited expectantly.
Ryouga stared in surprise for a second, then the last of the
cobwebs seemed to leave his mind. He suddenly realized what was going
on. He had finally managed to corner Ranma into giving him the fight
he was owed. If he could beat Ranma here, she had promised to
acknowledge him the greater fighter. Ryouga gave a laugh. "Sorry
Ranma, I was having a really weird dream, but I'm ready to put you in
your proper place now." Ryouga got off the futon, and matched Ranma's
posture. Narrowing his eyes, he growled. "Ranma, this is the day you
pay for all the hell you've put me through."
"Big talk coming from some guy who doubles as a plush toy." Ranma
said with a laugh. Her laughter suddenly turned into a gasp of shock
as Ryouga blurred across the room and grabbed her by the throat.
Spinning, Ryouga hauled her off her feet and slammed her up against
the wall. Ranma's fingers frantically pulled at Ryouga's clasping
hand, but couldn't shift it even a fraction of an inch away from her
delicate throat. Ryouga grinned in delight at her frantic motions to
free herself.
"Surprised Ranma? Did you really think you'd be able to keep one
step ahead of me forever? I finally mastered speed. Now, not only am
I twice as strong as you, I'm twice as fast as well."
Ryouga started to lower his hand, forcing Ranma to her knees.
With his free hand, he unbuttoned his trousers, and fished out his 12-
inch cock. Ranma's eyes bulged in fear, and she tried to beg for
mercy, but Ryouga only laughed. Tangling both hands in her hair he
forced her head forward till the head of his manhood crushed her lips.
For a second Ranma resisted, then giving in to the inevitable, she let
her mouth open and Ryouga thrust in past her teeth, shoving aside her
tongue. He reached the entrance to her throat and continued on. A
bulge formed on the soft skin of her neck as his giant member forced
its way down. Finally, Ryouga was buried balls-deep in Ranma's mouth,
and he savored the sensation. Ranma's throat worked frantically,
whether to speak or to breathe, Ryouga neither knew nor cared. All
that mattered was that the sensation was exquisite. But delightful as
the sensation of having his balls resting on Ranma's chin was, there
were other places that would feel even better. Pulling his hips back,
he withdrew himself from her wide-spread mouth. A streamer of spit
and pre-cum hung from the tip and arched across to Rama's still
partially open mouth. Wrenching her head up, he smiled down at Ranma,
who looked back up at him with glistening eyes.
"Please Ryouga, fuck me. I need it so bad."
"If you insist Ranma, who am I to argue."
Spinning Ranma around, he forced her to bend over till her head
touched the floor and her ass waved in the air. Ripping her pants
from her body, he fell to his knees and slammed his cock home with one
massive shove. Deep into her body he surged, her hot flesh parting
like butter in front of the hot knife of his cock. His thighs spanked
home against her upturned cheeks, and his balls swung forward against
Ranma's clit. Ryouga felt her tight passage convulse as she orgasmed
around his raging manhood.
"Oh gods yes, fuck me, fuck me!" Ranma screamed in ecstasy as
Ryouga pulled almost all the way out, then thrust home yet again.
Ryouga shoved on the middle of Ranma's back with one hand, forcing her
balloon-like tits to flatten out against the floor. He bent over her
body and slid his free hand between one of her squashed breasts and
the floor. Back and forth he sawed his cock as he hunched over her
small body. Pulling out till the head emerged, then a second later
plunging deep into her body. Every time he slammed home, a grunt
escaped from Ranma, and the breast in his hand was shoved forward
firmly into the palm. Bringing his other hand around, Ryouga grasped
Ranma's free breast. Rearing back, he pulled her body up off the
floor, using her soft tit flesh as handholds as he intensified his
thrusting. Looking down, he watched in satisfaction and lust as his
massive meat powered into Ranma's body again and again.
"Who's the real man now, Ranma?" Ryouga shouted, as he pounded
his hips against her upraised ass.
"You are. You are! O god, fuck me harder Ryouga. Fuck me, fuck
me, fuck meeeeee!!!"
Ryouga felt his balls start to ache with a familiar pain, and
with a last gasp, he hammered himself home, his cock sinking balls-
deep into the writhing girl under him as he shot load after load of
male fluid deep into Ranma's submissive body. Ryouga slumped forward
over his defeated foe, his victory complete.

With a soft sigh, the boy, who a minute before had been hammering
at Miko's upturned ass, rolled over and lay on the ground, deep
asleep.
"Well, that worked great." Miko said ruefully, as she rubbed her
aching posterior where Ryouga's thighs had slammed into it repeatedly.
"God, he must have cement for muscles. I'm going to be sore for a
week."

Miko had tried to use her limited abilities to shove the
exhausted Ryouga over into a dream state, and hopefully from there
into a real slumber. She had succeeded, but had made the mistake of
getting too close to the boy before she realized he was still moving.
Even though he was deep in a sex dream conjured up from his
subconscious, he had stayed on his feet, and before Miko knew what was
happening, he had her by the throat. After that, it was the same old
story of Miko's life. Meet male, get raped. Oh well, at least she
could claim it was part of her plan all along.
Miko knelt down beside the sleeping boy and took a closer look at
him. Under the dirt he was really quite handsome. She let her gaze
slip down to where his flaccid, juice coated cock was slowly but
steadily regaining its erect state. She blinked in surprise. That
was impressive. For a human to recover and be ready to go that fast
was very good.
It was too bad his attributes were so, well, so 'human.' After
the last few years, Miko had a hard time taking anything less than
eighteen inches in length seriously. A fact that had cost her in her
few attempts at a human boyfriend. It was really quite frustrating.
She could have all the sex she could handle, or she could have love,
but not, it seemed, both. Humans got upset if you slipped out to
knock off a quickie with a multi-gifted demon. And as for finding
love with a demon, the closest she came was with her father, and he
was not exactly eligible in the sex department. Not that he would
object, and Miko had a sneaking feeling that her mother would welcome
her into their bed just as warmly, but her human upbringing meant she
could not get comfortable with the idea. A low moan broke into her
train of thought, and she blinked in surprise as the boy on the ground
lifted an arm and brushed it across his forehead.

Ryouga tried to wipe the gritty feeling from his face, and gave
up when he realized the feeling was on the inside. He lowered his
arm, opened his eyes, and gazed into the face of the demon girl he had
been fighting. She spoke up hastily before he could do anything.
"Hold it, don't start anything!" She moved a few feet away and
knelt back down, holding out her open hands in a peace gesture. "See,
I'm not doing anything threatening. Lets just talk and get this thing
straightened out."
"Why should I trust you?" Ryouga gritted out. "You may look
human, but I heard you admit to being a demon."
"I only said my father was a demon. My mother is as human as
you . . ." Miko took in Ryouga's fangs, and remembered his strength.
"Actually, more human than you. Look, for the first eighteen years of
my life I didn't even know about my father. I was raised by my
grandmother in the human realm. I still spend most of my time there.
I'm only here to visit my mother and to practice my martial arts."
"You're a martial artist?" Ryouga asked in surprise.
"Not as good as I thought I was, but yes, I'm a martial artist."
Ryouga cast his mind back to the fight. "Actually you're not
bad. You were doing fairly well against me."
"Only because you were exhausted, but as soon as you got your
hands on me it was over, I didn't have a chance."
"Got my hands on you . . . ?" For the first time Ryouga noticed
she was missing her pants, and the front of her blouse was ripped away
from her breasts. Normally he would at that point have started
spouting blood like a fire hose, but the horror caused by the
implications of the girl's words and the missing and damaged clothes
completely bypassed that reaction.
"Oh gods, not again! Tell me I didn't do it again!"
"What?"
"I didn't . . . didn't . . ." Ryouga gestured in a way that
encompassed Miko's disheveled state, and his own exposed manhood,
which he hastily tucked away.
"Rape me? Yep, and you didn't do too bad a job of it, for a
human. You're awfully strong, and not just for a human either. I
don't think I've ever met a demon as strong as you seem to be, at
least not without being a dozen times bigger, that is."
Ryouga stared at her incredulously. "You don't mind!?"
Miko shrugged. "Not really, I'd have rather we could have done
it differently, but it was still nice enough. Being raped is part of
the territory around here. I'd hoped I'd gotten good enough to avoid
it, but I guess I still have some work to do." She looked at him
appraisingly, taking in the bulge in his pants. "We could still do it
the romantic way, if you like?" Another thing that had changed with
Miko was that she had finally accepted her high sex drive. It made
her life a little easier, and cut down on the mayhem when she walked
down the street. Frustrated, she tended to emit pheromones, and that
had a habit of stimulating the people she passed on the street. After
one too many cute boys had walked in front of a car after she had
passed, she had decided to give in to the inevitable and just enjoy
herself. She was still determined to find that special someone
though. You never knew where he might turn up. Ryouga had been
nothing special the first time, but maybe while wide awake . . .
Ryouga ignored her less than subtle invitation. Something else
had floated up out of his confused mind. The dream. "Did you do
that. Did you make me dream of doing that to Ranma?"
"Ranma?" Miko said in puzzlement, and then her face cleared.
"Oh, was that the name of the girl in your wet dream? Funny name for
a girl, but I didn't have anything to do with who was in your dream,
I'm not a mind reader. I just put you in a state where you'd dream
about the one you most wanted to have sex with. Who was she? Some
sort of TV star or something?"
"NO! That's a lie! I don't want to have sex with Ranma. She's a
guy!" Ryouga leaped to his feet. "I'm not listening to any more of
this! You're a demon. You couldn't beat me with your fists, so
you're trying to make me crazy!" Ryouga turned and ran, or rather
stumbled very fast. His five minute nap had done very little to give
his body the rest it needed.
Miko watched him go, a bemused look on her face. "She's a 'guy'"
Miko repeated to herself. "And he thinks 'I'm' trying to make him
crazy." Then her bemusement fled as she realized the direction the
boy was running in. "Hey! Stop! Don't go that way! That's the
female's section! Oh shit!" Miko set out in bounding leaps after the
boy who was just rounding a corner in a nearby canyon. The same one
the three demons had disappeared down a half an hour ago.

Miko rounded the corner, and saw nothing. The boy was not in
sight. She looked down the length of the canyon to the next bend.
"He couldn't have made it that far, this fast. Could he?" Without
options, she raced down the canyon, and around the corner, and almost
ran into a multi-tentacled monstrosity nearly twenty feet high and
just as wide. Several eyes swivelled down to look at her. There were
three yelling and pleading creatures caught up in its various grasping
members.
Miko skidded to a halt just inches from the hulking creature,
which whipped an eyeball-tipped tentacle around to look her straight
in the face. A horrible burbling voice bubbled up from somewhere deep
inside the creature. "Miko! Look at what I found Miko! They're just
the cutest little things. Don't they look sweet and cuddly? I was
just taking them home to introduce them to all my other friends.
Klaus, and Helmut and Gunther and Fritz and . . ." The creature's
voice suddenly trailed off, and then started again in a much subdued
voice. "I can keep them, can't I Miko? I found them, and they
weren't with anyone else. They're not yours, are they? Please,
please Miko, say I can keep them."
Miko looked up at her three erstwhile attackers. They looked
back with the closest thing to puppy dog eyes a Shikima demon could
manage. The sight was vaguely nauseating. Well, Miko thought to
herself. The one did say that if he ever got a chance at female he'd
wear her down to a husk. I think Orrangesh-chan should keep him busy
for a few centuries.
"Sure honey, they're all yours."
"Oh thank you, thank you, Miko. Orrangesh-chan is so happy.
She'll take ever so good care of them."
"I'm sure you will honey. Did you see a human boy run by just
now?"
Orrangesh-chan shook her upper half violently, which caused her
captives to be flailed hither and yon. Miko winced as Extefan and
Nendex were battered against the canyon walls. "Uh-uh, Orrangesh-chan
only see Orrangesh-chan's new friends. Orrangesh-chan not see any
other nice thing."
"Thank you Orrangesh-chan. Have fun." Miko waved and then
turned and bounded up to the top of the canyon. There was no way she
could have lost the boy, but somehow she had. Ignoring the noises
coming from behind her, she bounded away toward her Father and
Mother's favorite hot spring. They had sent her a message to come and
see them. That was why she was here in the first place. As she left,
she couldn't help but wish that her parents lived on the female side
of the Shikima Realm. It would make her life so much less
'interesting'.

Several hours later. Another place, another surreal landscape,
this one manufactured from gleaming chrome and glass. In this place,
the light was also uneven. Soft flourescent lighting warred with the
brilliance of the late afternoon sun, and lost. A vast cavernous
building, filled with thousands of people, all talking and shouting at
the same time. Every few minutes their incessant noise would be
drowned out by a roaring scream as the image of a gleaming silver bird
flashed by the windows.
Through the maelstrom of people who filled the airport terminal,
a bubble of space moved. In the center of that space was an
attractive young woman was strolling along. Her fine brown hair tied
into a loose pony tail and drawn forward over her left shoulder. As
she moved through the crowds, they eddied and parted before her, and
closed up behind her. She was never jostled, never had to pause. She
walked forward with a smile on her face, and for a brief second, as
she passed, similar smiles appeared on the faces of the harried
travelers who parted around her. Kasumi Tendo was almost home, and
the joy in her heart seemed to reach out and hug all those near her.
Kasumi eventually made it to the taxi stand, where the driver
jumped from his seat, and took her luggage. Placing it in the trunk,
he quickly came back and held the door for her. She gave him a
cheerful smile, and his face looked like it might crack as he returned
it. She was almost home, almost home. The words sang in her head.
Kasumi's fingers itched. She could feel the shape of her favorite
vegetable knife in them. Recipes ran through her head. A list of
things to do followed after. Oh, it was going to be so good to be
home again. She hoped Aunty Nodoka had not done too much while she
was away. Kasumi settled back in her seat humming a happy tune. The
driver of the cab drove toward his goal, and found that his hangover
from the night before had vanished, and the sour pain in his gut was
gone. He felt great. Without being aware of it, he started humming
along with his passenger in the back seat.

The setting was much more mundane than the previous two, but it
had its elements of chaos as well. Cologne, elder of the Amazon
tribe, the most fearsome fighter in all Nerima, stood in the mouth of
an alley. Her battle aura cast sharp-edged shadows down its length.
Drawing a deep breath, and focusing all her will on her target, she
prepared to fire a blast of energy that would reduce the ravager of
her granddaughter to ashes.

When Shampoo looked up from the fallen figure of her mistress and
lover and stared at the contorted face of her Obaba, she knew that
words would not stop what was coming. Timing her move to perfection,
she interposed her body between Nabiki and Cologne just as the latter
let loose her vengeful blast. Crossing her arms in front of her, she
skidded backward two feet as her battle aura shed her Grandmothers
blast, diverting it around both herself and Nabiki. Shampoo did not
come out unscathed. The edges of her clothes began to char, and the
trailing edges of her hair simply disappeared as the wind rushing by
Shampoo pushed them outside the protection offered by her aura.
When finally the blast subsided, Shampoo dropped her arms and
stared at Cologne, who looked back, her face white with shock.
Shampoo was fairly shocked herself. She had not expected to come out
of that in anywhere near as good a condition as she had. She had no
time to think of that however. Her Great Grandmother was temporarily
off guard from shock. Shampoo knew that would not last. "Nabiki, you
go home, find Ranma." She shouted. Then she attacked.

Shampoo had only once seen her Grandmother fought to a
standstill, and that was by Ranma using the Neko-ken. Shampoo could
not achieve the full Neko-ken herself, but her time spent with her cat
curse gave her a certain insight into it. She could not hesitate,
could not think, she had to attack, and keep on attacking. Hopefully
her Grandmother would stay on the defensive, but Shampoo could not.
She had to attack for real, and pray it would be enough to keep her
grandmother from getting to Nabiki before the other girl could make it
home. No matter how mad Great Grandmother was, Shampoo could not see
her killing someone who could not defend herself in front of
witnesses. Not once she had a chance to cool down.

Nabiki watched as Shampoo drove Cologne from the alley. The old
woman was on the defensive, and she gave ground before Shampoo's
attack. Nabiki was awed by the fury Shampoo was demonstrating. She
was in berserk mode. Nabiki watched as Cologne used her staff to
shove a refuse bin in Shampoo's path, the purple haired girl shredded
it. The only thing Nabiki had ever seen close to it was Ranma's Neko-
ken. As the two figures vanished from her sight, she started to move.

A battered, dirty figure walked out of the heat haze of a long
summer day in Nerima. He moved with the ease and freedom of movement
of an arthritic septuagenarian. Ryouga Hibiki was exhausted. Not,
I-stayed-up-a-little-too-late-last-night-and-boy-am-I-beat exhausted.
He was, I-haven't-slept-for-three-days-because-giant-slimy-monsters-
with-body-parts-I-don't-even-want-to-think-about-kept-trying-to-eat-me
exhausted.
Ryouga walked down the street in a daze. His face was covered in
dirt where it was not washed clean by his sweat. His familiar yellow
and black outfit was a tattered ruin. Even his trusty umbrella looked
much the worse for wear, there being a rather sharp bend in the middle
of it.
A small pebble appeared in the road ahead of Ryouga, and he
paused, looking down at it with weary eyes. He contemplated the
effort needed to step over it, and decided to go around instead.
Turning, he took one step, and then his bleary eyes widened as he took
in the sign in front of him. Hesitantly he reached out and touched
it, unable to believe it was real. With a finger that shuddered from
weariness, he traced out the words. *Tendo School of Anything Goes
Martial Arts.* With a sob, he leaned his forehead against the sign.
He was here. He had made it. After literally walking through hell,
he had made it back to the closest thing to a home he possessed.
Staggering through the gate his steps became stronger with every
one he took toward the house. "Akane, I've come back." He whispered
in a barely audible voice. Then his footsteps slowed, and another
name crossed his lips. "Ranma?" Shame filled him. How dare he think
of going near Akane after what he had done to Ranma. No matter what
Ranma might have done to him in the past that was a pale shadow of sin
compared to the way he had left her after their last meeting, sprawled
senseless and naked on the ground, his fluids leaking from her ravaged
body.
Ryouga gave a heartfelt groan as his body reacted to that image.
He felt his cock lurch in his pants, and begin to harden into an
inflexible spear of flesh. It was a sensation he had become far too
familiar with lately. His prick had spent a good part of the last
three days in that state. His mind might be wracked with guilt, but
his body felt no such emotion. His hands tingled with remembrance of
the soft mounds they had squeezed and mauled, and as they did, his
hips gave a small lurch as his body remembered the pleasure it had
felt as it had driven its cock into Ranma's helpless body again and
again. He groaned in mental anguish as his member rubbed against the
coarse material of his pants, tenting the front of them and straining
the worn fabric to the breaking point.
"No!" Ryouga screamed. Turning, the weary boy fled for the gates
in a shambling run. She couldn't be right! Ranma was a guy. A guy!
Ryouga couldn't feel that way about a guy. He couldn't! As he rushed
blindly toward escape, he missed the gates, but not the wall. With a
crash, he ran head on into it. Under normal circumstances, he would
not even have slowed, plowing right through it and out into the
street, but even his legendary endurance had been sapped by three days
without sleep, and other things. Ryouga bounced back from the
shattered wall, staggered a few steps, and then like a tree, twisting
as it fell, he turned and toppled face first into the koi pond.

Nodoka Saotome, attracted by the noise in the yard, stepped out
on the porch, and noticed the boy floating face down in the ornamental
pond. With a cry of surprise, she dashed across the yard, and
unmindful of the damage she was doing to her kimono, waded in to pull
the boy's face up out of the water.
"Soun, Genma! Please, come quickly, I need help!" A few minutes
later, Soun and a soggy Panda laid the comatose boy out on a futon
Nodoka had hastily set up in the dojo. She had recognized Ryouga as
soon as the men had turned him over in the pond, and knowing him to be
a friend of Ranma and Akane's, had ordered him taken in, but with the
house so crowded with girls she had no place to put him but here.
However, the night was warm, and from what she knew of Ryouga, he
would be fine in the Spartan accommodations. She wished Ranma and
Akane were here, but they were spending the night at Ukyou's. Kasumi
was due home this evening, but there was no telling for sure when she
would arrive. So, it was up to her to look after the injured boy.
As soon as Soun and Genma left, she knelt down beside the lost
boy and examined him for injuries. A quick inspection showed that he
was breathing evenly, and except for numerous cuts, bruises, and
scratches, he seemed to have no serious hur . . . Her train of thought
jolted to a stop, and she gave a sudden gasp. Her searching hands had
moved a flap of his shirt, and had revealed three long shallow cuts,
red and angry looking. Carefully, trying not to cause him pain, she
pulled at the flap of cloth, and then stopped as she saw it was glued
to the wound with Ryouga's blood. She would have to get some warm
water to soak it free. Reaching out, she placed a cool hand on his
forehead. A frown crossed her face. He was burning up. She wondered
what he had endured to have arrived here in the state he was in.

Knowing that Shampoo would not be able to hold off her Great
Grandmother for long, Nabiki had taken her advice and headed for home.
She stuck to the back alleys and avoided the main streets. The
streets were crowded with people, and to an extent that offered a
certain amount of protection. Nabiki did not consider them a real
option, however. She had heard of too many people dying on a crowded
street, and no one seeing the blow that killed them.
No, alleys were the place to be. The narrow lanes offered easy
concealment. Unless Cologne were to look straight down from above in
just the right place, she would not spot Nabiki. As well, they formed
a maze connecting many of the main streets together. If you knew your
way around, they could often get you where you wanted to go faster
than the conventional routes. That is, if you were a normal human,
and couldn't just hop from roof to roof.

Nabiki rounded a corner and stopped. Of course, there were
several reasons why the alleys were not a preferred method of getting
around. Dark concealed places attract predators who like the shadows.
In front of Nabiki several of those predators turned and glared at her
as she walked into their space. Five masked faces stared at her.
Four of them wearing plain white hockey style face shields, the fifth
mask was worn by a figure a good head taller then the others, and was
a white plastic domino that had one side expanded so it covered fully
the right side of his face.
The five figures glared at her through the eye holes of their
masks, but made no move toward her. She shifted to the side and
started to ease her way by them. She heaved a sigh of relief when
they made no effort to stop her. Then, just as she thought she was
clear, a heavy hand grabbed her arm.
"Hey! He's a girl!" The man who had grabbed her shouted to his
fellows. Nabiki realized that they had been fooled by her suit, and
had assumed she was a man, and from the cut of it, a fellow predator
in the jungle they frequented. As such, she could have expected to
pass in relative safety, it still being daylight, and she just passing
through. Now however, as she looked into their eyes she realized
she'd gone from being a smaller predator, not worth bothering with, to
being prey. A small ball of fear formed in her stomach, but she let
no sign of it showed on her face.

The tall man, the one with the domino mask, walked toward her and
her captor. She stood there, not struggling, analyzing the situation.
She let her eyes rove over the five figures, looking for visual clues
that would give her a handle on how to deal with them. As she did so
she realized with a start that she knew the tall one. His mask
offered little real concealment to someone with her trained eye. His
expensive clothes and well groomed thatch of light brown hair made her
guess all the more likely
"Hello Mikado. Fancy meeting you here."
Mikado Sanzenin paused, and then nodded, agreeing to Nabiki's
identification. "Ah, the price of fame. It is indeed I. Do I know
you fair flower."
"Tendo, Nabiki Tendo." Even as the words slipped from her mouth,
Nabiki wanted to grab them back. What the hell was wrong with her?
Giving out her name in these circumstances was bad enough, but to
Mikado of all people! Her fears proved justified. At hearing her
name his face darkened, and when he spoke again his voice was no
longer so smooth.
"I see, sister to the fair Akane Tendo, I take it?"
Having played the fool, Nabiki could only agree. "That's
correct."
"How . . . fortuitous . . .I was just thinking of your sister the
other day, and of that cursed Ranma Saotome. The one who did 'this'
to me!" With that Mikado ripped off his mask, revealing several small
scars on the right side of his face. "He who marred me for life, who
caused me to be shunned and reviled for my hideousness."
Nabiki looked at him incredulously. "Hideous?" She murmured to
herself. The relatively small scars, if anything, gave Mikado's face
a rugged look that Nabiki knew many girls would find attractive.
Mikado had heard her murmur, and said, "Indeed, hideous is too
weak a word for what my face has become. I am forced to skulk in the
shadows, afraid to show myself to those fair flowers who were once my
life, less my countenance should strike them numb with shock and
loathing. I am forced to keep company with those whose hardened
hearts and unsophisticated ways leave them able to stand my
appearance."
"The weekly paychecks don't hurt either." Nabiki heard one of
the other four softly say with a chuckle to one of his companions.
"Not to mention his leftovers." Another one said just as softly.
They all turned eyes hot with lust on Nabiki. She felt herself
growing more nervous. It was becoming clear to her that Mikado was no
longer completely sane. He'd always walked the edge a little, but it
looked like he'd fallen over. Worse, it was not the type of insanity
she could easily deal with. Kuno was crazy, but understanding his
craziness made him easy to manipulate. His sister was another matter
all together. Kodachi Kuno was a very good customer, but Nabiki did
all her business with her through a middle man. The Kuno family
Ninja, Sasuke.
Nabiki's train of thought was broken by Mikado as he took her
chin in his large hand and twisted her face up to look at him.
"You are comely, this small prelude to my revenge will not be so
onerous at all."
"What revenge would that be?"
"It is quite simple. Ranma Saotome so begrudged me a taste of
the sweet Akane's lips, that he maimed me for life. My plan is to
take all she has to offer by way of showing him the error of his
ways."
Nabiki suddenly had a vision of Mikado confronting her sister's
new male side, and a smile crossed her face. "I may be able to aid
you in that effort, if the price is right!"
Mikado snorted. "I have no need of your aid. For the last four
months I have devoted myself to mastering the art of persuading
females. Just as I was once the master of the Martial art figure
skating world, so to am I now the master of the arts of seduction.
Once I settled for a kiss, now I take all they have to offer. Forty-
eight virgins have felt my gentle touch. Akane Tendo will be the
fiftieth, and you, you my dear girl will be the forty-ninth."
Nabiki couldn't help herself. His pomposity was too much. She
laughed out loud. Then she realized her mistake as she saw his face
redden in anger. She quickly implemented damage control. "Virgin?
Me? Boy, did you come to the wrong store."
Mikado only shook his head. "Virgin is that state which is
untouched by man. You might have dallied with boys, but I will be
your first man."
Nabiki stared at him incredulously. "And what of after, when I
go to the police and finger you?"
"You will not do that. The pleasure I will bring you will be
such that the thought of seeing me come to harm will be repugnant to
you." Mikado then started a long soliloquy on his virtues as a lover.
While he was occupied, the boy holding her leaned down and whispered
in her ears.
"You may know who rich boy is, but you don't know me and my
friends. Now if you play along, you won't get hurt. If you fight,
well me and the boys, we like fighting too, we'll enjoy that a lot.
You, on the other hand, will not enjoy it nearly as much. You won't
enjoy what happens if you talk either. Rich boy brings in the babes,
and his money spends real good. We'd be real upset if anything
happened to him." Nabiki heard a snick, and something cold and hard
was laid across her cheek. Out of the corner of her eye she could see
the tip of a nasty looking knife blade. "Do we have an
understanding?" The thug asked. Nabiki nodded her head, being careful
not to press against the blade.
The ball of fear in her stomach had grown into a basketball, and
a sour taste filled her mouth. Still, she showed nothing on her face.
Instead a determination grew in her. Nabiki had no intention of going
to the police. Broadcasting what was likely to happen to her in the
next little while was not something she was likely to do. That,
however, did not mean she was not going to be arranging some serious
hurt for these five. She was confident she could find out the four
masked men's ID fairly easily.
Then a little voice inside her said, that's all well and good,
but it didn't do anything about the present situation. She tried to
think of something that would get her out of this without outside
help, and came up blank. If the knowledge she was associated with
Ranma did not raise any warning flags with these four, then she was
out of options. It was highly unlikely any of these clowns could know
that Ranma was relatively ineffective at the moment. That meant that
they didn't know who he was. That seriously cut down on her
bargaining position with them.
The ball of fear in her gut was really starting to burn. Unless
help arrived, her future looked pretty certain, and right now the only
help she could think of was fighting a threat to Nabiki that made
these five look like mewling babies. Well, she'd just have to handle
it herself. Her mind flashed back to Ranma's reaction to her rape.
She had considered it a lost fight, and her only concern was winning
the next one. Very well, Nabiki would consider this a business deal,
she might suffer a lose on this transaction, but she'd make a good
profit in the end.
Unexceptedly, this rather nonsensical plan seemed to help. The
fear inside her was being replaced by a sense of excitement. The last
time she had felt this sort of rush had been this afternoon, when
she'd . . . attacked Mousse? Nabiki's eyes widened, a reaction the
boy holding her took for fear, but was caused by something else
entirely. Memory flooded back into Nabiki, she remembered the fury
she had felt when Mousse had latched onto Shampoo. She remembered
attacking. Remembered him stopping her, kissing her against
everything she could do to stop it. Most of all she remembered the
glorious surge of something flooding into her body, expanding her
senses and making her quiver with a pleasure such as she had never
experienced before.

Mikado suddenly broke off his talking as he realized Nabiki was
paying him not the least attention, which was another indication that
placed him in Kodachi's class of people to avoid. Kuno could go on
for hours, oblivious to the fact that no one was listening.
SLAP, Nabiki's head rocked back as Mikado struck her with an open
palm. Her free hand went to her stinging cheek, and she glared at
Mikado. He stared back, his face flushed with anger, the small scars
on his cheek standing out against the red.
"Prepare her," he snarled at the four other boys.
"Remember what I said about going along girl." The one holding
Nabiki said, as the other three moved toward her. He let go of her
wrist and grasped the shoulders of her suit jacket, slipping it back
and off her. The others moved in and started undoing her clothing.
Nabiki slapped their hands away, and before they could retaliate, she
started undoing her own clothing.
"I've been undressing myself for quite sometime now thank you."
"That's good girl. You just play along and we'll all have a good
time, and later you get to go home."
Nabiki didn't try to delay by making a big production of
undressing. Things were too far along for the few seconds the delay
would gain her. She was damned if she'd supply free entertainment to
these thugs by doing a slow strip. She efficiently removed and neatly
folded her clothing, setting them down on a large cardboard box that
was waiting in the alley for disposal. While she was doing so, the
three boys who had backed off when she had started to undress herself,
grabbed a large sheet of cardboard, the remains of another box, that
had been leaning against the wall. They spread this out in the middle
of the alley. Nabiki had more than a sneaking suspicion that this was
not for her benefit. Mikado might play in the dirt nowadays, but he
obviously preferred not to get any of it on his person. His soul was
another matter, but Nabiki had a feeling he could care less about
that. It was what was on the outside that mattered to Mikado.
While Nabiki had been undressing herself, Mikado had been doing
the same. Now, as her guard dog hustled her over to the large piece
of cardboard, she looked him over. He had a lithe, muscular build, a
tan that argued that he did not spend as much time hiding in the
shadows as he claimed, and a five inch cock. Nabiki looked at the
last, and couldn't help smiling. That explained a lot. To Mikado,
having a cock that was slightly below average in size would have been
intolerable. She wondered how much of his relentless pursuit of girls
was a result of that small piece of meat.
Nabiki's watch dog was suddenly joined by another, and she found
her arms being forced up behind her back at the same time she was
forced to her knees in front of Mikado. She found herself staring
straight at his manhood. Mikado's hands came into view, a small disk
of rubber in them. As Nabiki watched, he rolled the condom onto his
prick.
"Shall we begin?" Mikado said when he finished his task. Holding
his rubber-sheathed cock in one hand, he placed his other hand on the
back of Nabiki's head and forced her to lean forward. He rubbed the
lubricated head across her cheeks, and then brought it to her lips.
Nabiki didn't bother fighting it. She was going to end up sucking
dick one way or another, giving in would at least save her some pain.
She opened her mouth, leaned forward and took him in.
Nausea suddenly wracked through her stomach, and it was all she
could do to keep her last meal down. She tried to pull back from
Mikado, but the hand on the back of her head, and the two boys holding
her arms up behind her back prevented her. She could only kneel there
as Mikado placed his other hand on her head, gripping her firmly. He
proceeded to fuck her face. The heavy shaft of his prick slid deep
into her mouth, filling it with a foul taste. She tried to open her
mouth wide in order to avoid as much contact with it as she could, but
it did little good. The slight side to side motion as he pulled and
pushed her head back and forth caused the sickening thing to rub over
every inch of the inside of her mouth.
Sliding himself rabidly in and out of her mouth, with little
concern for the sickness turning Nabiki's face green, Mikado did not
last long. Giving a groan, he pulled Nabiki's face fully into his
groin, burying his dick in her mouth, and her face in the nest of hair
around his balls. Nabiki felt him swell under the rubber, and his
prick pulsed several times as it filled the end of the condom with his
seed. Mikado stood there, savoring the feeling, then pulled his now
limp dick from her mouth. Nabiki spat, trying to get the foul task
out of her mouth, but she was not given time to. One of the thugs not
holding her stepped up. He had not bothered to undress, had merely
opened the fly of his pants. He had also not bothered with a condom.
Grabbing her roughly by the hair, he forced her face up and
shoved his cock toward her face. The part of Nabiki's mind that noted
such things, looked, and was amused, by the fact that he was slightly
smaller then Mikado. Most of her mind however was taken up with the
concept that she didn't want him putting that thing in her mouth. The
bare head pressed against her lips, and this time she fought. She
didn't want to experience that foul sensation again. Pain was
preferable, but the three boys were too strong for her, and she was
finally forced to open her mouth and take him in.
Nabiki braced herself to fight down another gag reflex, but she
didn't have to. A wonderful taste flooded through her mouth as the
boy forced himself into her oral cavity. A taste to rival Kasumi's
cooking at her best flooded across her taste buds. What happened next
was completely instinctual, and bypassed Nabiki's rational mind, and
her plan to not give these bastards any more pleasure than they could
force from her.
The boy fucking his dick into her mouth was startled when she
suddenly thrust her face forward, taking all of him into her wet
mouth. He gasped as she sucked with all her might. Her tongue curled
around his prick, and if he didn't know better, he would have sworn it
was wrapping around his member several times. The sensation was
better than anything he had ever experienced, and within a few seconds
he exploded, firing his seed deep into the back of Nabiki's mouth.
She swallowed every drop eagerly, and sucked the remainder off his
spent member.
Finally, he staggered back from her, his knees weak. Nabiki
tried to move after him, but the other two held her fast. It was all
she could do to keep from begging him to put it back in. The fear in
her belly came back, but this time it was not because of what she
feared the boys would do, but fear of what she had done, and what she
wanted to do. A reddish tint, unseen by any of the boys started to
color her eyes, and inside her mouth her teeth began to grow.
The boy she had just blown said, "Gods, she's like a vacuum
cleaner, I've never felt anything like that."
"My turn." Said the last of the four boys, moving forward
eagerly. Nabiki opened her mouth in anticipation, but they were both
to be disappointed.
"Hold," Mikado said. He had a look of displeasure on his face.
Nabiki Tendo had struggled nicely when he had forced her to take him
in her mouth. The look on her face had brought joy to his heart. He
wanted her to suffer. He wanted Ranma to hear how she had suffered,
and to know that it was only a matter of time before his precious
Akane suffered the same way. The obvious enjoyment Nabiki had
experienced with his henchman angered him. How dare she enjoy that
one's crude attention, and dislike Mikado's. She was obviously as
low-class as Mikado's henchman was, and could not appreciate the finer
things in life.

"Bend her forward!" Mikado snapped at the boys holding her. He
then walked over to his clothes, as neatly folded as Nabiki's, and
extracted his belt from his pants. They groused, but did as they were
told. They bent Nabiki forward till the side of her face was pressed
into the cardboard. Then they each hooked a hand behind her knees and
pulled her legs firmly apart, forcing her ass high into the air. It
also had the effect of spreading her so both her openings were easily
accessible. Mikado smiled at the picture she presented, and stroked
the heavy leather of his belt through his fingers.
Nabiki didn't care for this in the least, and she struggled with
her captors, she wanted another cock in her mouth, now! Suddenly she
stopped struggling, and horror filled her. What the hell was going on
here? Anger suddenly flooded into her, accompanied by confusion.
What was wrong with her? Had Mikado slipped her some sort of drug?
Maybe rubbed on that disgusting condom. Was that what the foul taste
had been? She still had an overwhelming desire to suck dick but her
control was back, for now. Was this how Mikado got away with his
activity? He drugged the girls and made them willing participants.
She had not really believed he had raped forty-eight girls. She was
well aware of his popularity, and was pretty sure he could easily have
found that many willing partners. Well, if it was drugs he was using,
he wouldn't find her such an easy target. She distanced herself from
the desire filling her, and tried to understand what was happening to
her.
A sudden lash of pain across her upraised ass broke her
concentration, and the need to taste more of that pleasure flooded
back into her mind, overwhelming the barriers she had placed there.
She tried to regain the state of control she had forced on herself,
but before she could, the fourth boy that Mikado had told to stop
moments before, sat on the cardboard in front of her. Pulling up her
head, he guided her mouth toward his upright prick, and gave a moan of
pleasure as she engulfed it.
Again that wonderful taste exploded in her mouth, and pleasure
raced through her body. She felt herself growing wet enough that the
slight breeze blowing across her upraised ass chilled her as it
evaporated the moisture pooling in her sex. She fought to keep from
being overwhelmed by the sensations flooding through her body, but
then, another lash of pain drove her control out of reach. As all
control seemed to leave her, the small part of her mind that was still
her could only watch in horror as she began to bob her head up and
down vigorously on the cock in front of her.
Just like the first boy she'd blown after Mikado, this one too
was soon groaning in pleasure. Within seconds, he fired his load into
her eagerly sucking mouth. It soon joined his companion's sperm in
Nabiki's stomach as she eagerly sucked the residue from his slightly
flaccid dick. It did not stay flaccid for long, the boy was amazed to
find himself growing hard again, just moments after cumming. "Oh man,
this chick is something else." he moaned. "She's got to be a pro."
He came again, and again Nabiki sucked his juices eagerly. He was
starting to feel light headed, but despite that, Nabiki's eagerly
working mouth soon had him hardening again.
This was too much for the other boys. The one Nabiki had first
blown after Mikado relieved one of the boys holding her arms and legs
in place. That one pulled the boy sitting in front of Nabiki away
despite his protests, and sat down in his place. Nabiki protested as
the first boy was dragged away, but she happily went down on his
replacement as soon as she could reach his erection.

While all this was going on, Mikado had continued to use his belt
on Nabiki's upraised ass. SMACK, it lashed down. Leaving a faint
welt across the top of her buttocks. SMACK, across her lower thighs.
SMACK, a blow to the middle of her plump cheeks. Mikado was growing
more and more angry. No matter how hard he struck her, Nabiki gave no
indication she felt anything, and the welts his belt left behind faded
within a few seconds. Over and over, his leather belt fell to splat
against Nabiki's ass, and over and over again it drew no reaction from
her. Instead, she continued to bob her head up and down vigorously on
whoever was sitting in front of her. The third boy was replaced by
the fourth and final one, and Mikado finally gave up. His erection
had returned, and was clamoring for attention. Pulling out another
condom, he dressed himself.

Nabiki was eagerly drinking down her 8th load of cum in twenty
minutes, and was eagerly trying for her 9th, when Mikado brutally
shoved himself up her virgin channel, with no thought for her comfort,
or of allowing her time to adjust. Her head came up off the boy she
was currently sucking, and she gasped as a wave of nausea flooded
through her. Just as when Mikado had forced himself into her mouth,
her belly threatened to give up it's contents. She tried to pull away
from him as he thrust vigorously in and out of her sundered pussy, a
faint trace of blood the only testaments to her lost virginity, but
his hands on her hips and the two boys still holding her legs and arms
kept her bent over and unable to escape. The boy in front of her
pulled her head back down and forced her to go back to sucking him.

Mikado gloated as he spied the faint reddish smears on his
rubber-sheathed member. So, the little slut had been a virgin after
all. That, and the faint sound of distress that escaped from her
dick-filled mouth built a fire in his loins, and he thrust into her
hot, tight flesh with all the vigor he could manage. Ignore him,
would she. Well, she'd learn no one ignored Mikado Sanzenin.

As Nabiki struggled with the fog that had rolled over her usually
ice-cold mind, it retreated, and her conscious mind was once again in
control of her body. At first, it did not do her much good, the
nausea kept her from thinking clearly. As did the jarring her body
took as Mikado thrust himself to the hilt in her again and again,
shoving her forward onto the dick currently impaling her mouth. Than
Mikado shuddered, and she felt him pulse as he emptied himself for a
second time into the rubber sheath covering his manhood. Nabiki
gasped with relief as he withdrew from her body, and the nausea
disappeared. She rested her sweat soaked forehead in the lap of the
boy sitting in front of him, his prick, like a peg, holding her head
in one position.
Her relief was short lived another pair of hands grabbed hold of
her hips, and she felt another cock pressing against her moist,
sundered opening. "No!" She cried in a muffled voice, trying to rear
up against the hands holding her in place, to no avail. Her cries
were cut off as the boy in front of her forced her head back down on
his erect cock. Once again the wonderful taste filled her mouth, but
this time she managed to retain her senses. The large object pressing
against her abused pussy concentrated her mind wonderfully. Then, the
boy behind her thrust forward, and Nabiki's stomach rose in protest,
and then settled down as the most incredible sensation she had ever
felt flooded through her. For a second her mind threatened to once
again go under from the pleasure flooding through her.
Drawing on all her willpower, she divorced herself from the
sensations flooding into her from both ends. She felt a sensation of
splitting and suddenly, she was apart from herself. A part of her was
aware of her body eagerly sucking the cock in her mouth while her hips
thrust back at the cock shoved up her sex. Another part of her was
able to stand off and look at matters logically. For the first time
since the rape had begun she could concentrate clearly. Her mind
started analyzing and observing. First, the nausea. Once could have
been a drug, but twice, not acting that quickly. In her mouth, that
was one thing, but she had reacted the instant Mikado had pushed into
her body. That was another thing. Pain. She had experienced nausea,
but the way Mikado had taken her, she should have been screaming in
agony. But there had been no pain, and there was no pain now as the
boy hunched over her body thrust himself deeply into her violated
passage. She knew she had been a virgin. A small amount of
experimentation had let her know how painful losing that was
eventually going to be. Yet she had felt nothing but the nausea.
Nabiki was no expert, but she knew she should be doing some
serious suffering right now. And then there was the fact that each
time Mikado had taken her, she had experienced a sensation of nausea,
but when one of his thugs did the same thing, it felt and tasted
wonderful. She didn't think it was his personality. Could it be the
condom? That made sense for the blowjob, but what about the . . .
Nabiki calm, cold thoughts were suddenly broken off as the
sensations that had been racing through her body once again
overwhelmed the walls she had put up. Pleasure flooded into her mind,
and as the boy behind her was replaced by another one, she lost
herself once again. The slight red glow in her eyes was now a
bonfire, and her teeth were razor edged fangs. The boy blissfully
pumping her head up and down on his dick had no idea of how close he
was to being cut short in the prime of life. The boys holding her in
place failed to notice how the flesh under their hands seemed to
harden as baby fat gave way to hard muscle.

Shampoo lay on her back, panting heavily. She had given it her
best shot, and had managed to keep her Great-grandmother occupied for
much longer than she had hoped for, but as she knew it would, the
inevitable had happened. Now she lay on the roof top, held in place
by the tip of Cologne's staff pressing on her throat. Shampoo stared
at her in defiance. She felt no shame for what she had done, and she
was prepared to accept the consequences of her actions. Then, to her
surprise, Cologne pulled back her staff and chuckled.
<"Very good Great-Granddaughter, very good indeed. I don't think
I've ever seen you so focused and competent. I swear, you were just a
tiny bit away from achieving the true Neko-ken. I never would have
expected it.">
<"This was a test!?"> Shampoo said in an outraged tone. <"You
were testing me!?"> Shampoo sprang to her feet, and her battle aura
began to flair again. Cologne's staff, moving faster than her eyes
could see, knocked her feet out from under her, dropping her down on
her back again.
<"No! It was not a test. If you had not placed yourself in the
way of my blast, the Tendo girl would have died.">
<"Then why?">
<"You mean besides the fact that I found you two acting like dogs
in heat? Or should I say cats?">
Shampoo blushed, but looked her Great-Grandmother straight in the
eye. <"I'm not ashamed of anything I've done with Nabiki. I'd do it
all again, and will.">
<"Shampoo, when I got back to the restaurant, I found, besides a
lot of dirty dishes, a small vile of potion sitting on one of the
tables. Do you know anything about it?">
Shampoo blinked, startled by the change in subject, but answered
from long experience with her Great-Grandmother's ways. <"It's a
disabling potion for the Jusenkyo curse, one drop a day keeps it from
working.">
Now it was Cologne's turn to blink in surprise. <"Does it
work?"> She asked.
<"Yes.">
<"So you no longer change into a cat?">
Shampoo suddenly couldn't meet Cologne's eyes. <"No. I still
change into a cat. I stopped taking the potion.">
<"Why?">
<"Because I decided to."> Shampoo said firmly, and the look that
she directed at Cologne said very clearly she was not going to answer
any more questions on that topic.
<"Where did it come from? Did Nabiki give it to you?"> The last
was said casually, but Cologne watched Shampoo's reaction sharply.
Shampoo only looked puzzled by the question.
<"No. Ryouga found the formula, and I helped him make it using
herbs from our stock.">
<"You what!!!"> Cologne shouted. <"Do you know what you've done,
girl!?"> At Shampoo's blank look, she continued. <"Your cure is also
known by another name to the Amazons. It's Suzuka Slave Potion.">
Shampoo paled, <"I . . . I didn't know. It can't be! I still
have my battle aura. Mousse and Ryouga suffered no ill effects. It
can't be Slave Potion.">
<"Oh it is Great Granddaughter. A single sniff had me reeling.
I barely held on to my control.">
Shampoo fell to her knees. She looked up at her Great-
Grandmother, her face one of misery. <"That means . . .">
<"NO!! It does not mean that. You did not know what you were
making. You were creating a cure. It just happened to be the same
formula as Suzuka Slave Potion.">
Shampoo just shook her head. When next she spoke, it was in
Japanese, as if she had given up her right to speak her mother tongue.
"Shampoo know laws. All Amazons know what happen to Amazon that make
Slave Potion. Law says nothing about why you make. It say, any
Amazon make Slave Potion, that Amazon . . ."
WHACK!, Cologne's staff came down on top of Shampoo's head,
cutting her off. "I said it did not matter, and I stand by that.
Half the medicine in my bag can be used as poisons. No one knew
Suzuka Slave Potion could be used for curing curses. That changes
everything. We need to find the Tendo girl, and go to the Restaurant
to talk about this situation."
"You no kill Nabiki!"
Cologne sighed. "I have no reason to kill Nabiki anymore. You
have my word on it."
Shampoo nodded and bounded toward the Tendo Dojo. Cologne waited
a second, then followed. As she did, she muttered under her breath.
"But I'm sure if I look, I can find a reason."

Nodoka lifted a hand and wiped her forehead with the back of her
arm. She held a damp rag in her hand that was tinged a dirty red.
She looked down at the boy on the futon with concern in her eyes. She
had eventually had to cut his shirt off of him to get it free of his
injuries. Not that it was any loss. There were more missing pieces
than there was material. She had gently cleaned his wounds, and had
been relieved to find that under the crusted blood, they seemed to be
healing fairly well. The puffy redness around them had diminished
even as she had been cleaning them. She picked up some clean dressing
and began to bind his wounds.
A little while later she sat back and took in his muscular upper
body. The white bandages stood out in start relief against his tawny,
hard-muscled flesh. Nodoka frowned as she took in his still grimy
features. Picking up a clean cloth, she began to gently wash his
weary face, cleaning the reminders of what looked like a thousand
miles of bad road away.
It took her some few minutes to clean his face and neck to her
satisfaction. She wished she could do his hair, which was a tangled
and matted mess, but that would have to wait until he woke. She ran
her eyes down his upper torso and frowned. He was as clean as he
could be from the waist up, but from the waist down, he was, if
anything, filthier than his upper body had been. Taking in his
tattered pants, she began to feel worried that there might be other
injuries concealed under their ragged remains.
Well, like the shirt, there was no real reason to try and salvage
his pants. Picking up her scissors once again, she bent over and
started to cut.

Nodoka had been surprised to discover that Ryouga wore no
underwear, but that surprise had been pale in comparison to the one
she felt when his erection had flipped up out of his pants as she had
cut free the material around his groin. She blushed hotly, and had to
remind herself forcibly that this boy was the same age as her son. . .
daughter, she mentally corrected herself. She had to stop thinking of
Ranma as a boy, it only made the pain more real. The reminder of her
age did little good. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off of
Ryouga's jutting manhood. She almost called for Soun and Genma to
come and finish Ryouga's care. Then, she told herself that she was
being foolish. Nurses dealt with matters like this every day.
Besides, her husband and his friend would more than likely just throw
a bucket of water over Ryouga, call the job done, and go back to their
everlasting game of Shogi.
Steeling herself, and keeping her mind and eyes adverted from the
proof of Ryouga's virility, she cut the rest of his pants free of his
body, and began to gently clean him, looking carefully for any
injuries similar to the ones on his upper body.
Nodoka had to twice empty and refill the bucket she was using as
each one turned black with the dirt she cleaned from Ryoga's lower
body. At last she ran a clean cloth over Ryouga's muscular calves and
up to his heavy thighs and had it come away clean. She sighed, it had
taken her much longer than she had thought it would. Her blush
suddenly returned, and she contemplated the last part of Ryouga's body
she needed to clean and inspect. She had hoped that he would subside
while she did the rest of his body, but that had not proven to be the
case. His cock still stood at full erection. A tiny bit of
resentment ran through her. If only Genma was half so upstanding.
"Such a big strong boy," She mused. She doubted he ever had
difficulty in his dealings with girls. She wondered how many he had
held in those massive arms. How many had felt that virile flesh
parting theirs for the first time. He looked like a man's man. She
smiled wryly. Her mother had been very explicit. Girls only had sex
with their husbands. "Do not worry." Her mother had told her. "Your
husband will have enough experience for both of you." What her mother
had never explained was how he managed to get that experience if girls
never slept with anyone who was not their husband.
Nodoka gave a laugh and shook her head. It had soon become clear
to her that girls did in fact sleep with other boys before their
marriage. She wished she'd been one. Now she was married, and honor
demanded she stay true to her husband.
Giving a sigh, she returned to the task at hand. Not able to put
it off any longer, Nodoka bowed to the inevitable. Rinsing the cloth
in the bucket of clean water, she reached over and began to clean
Ryouga's groin. She blushed when she had to reach down with her free
hand and move his erection. She had been growing more and more
flushed as her cleaning had moved her closer and closer to his
manhood. Now her face was mottled red, and sweat was standing out on
her forehead. She wiped the sweat away with her free hand.
The heavy shaft felt hot in her hand, and she unconsciously
adjusted her hand till she could encircle it with her fingers.
Realizing what she was doing, she snatched her hand away, but then she
berated herself for being a silly woman. It was just another body
part. She had washed Ranma's often enough. Of course, she couldn't
help thinking, Ranma had been very young at the time. Ranma's had
never been so long or hard, and had never pulsed so as blood surged
through the heavy vein on its underside. Nodoka's breath started to
speed up as she brought the hand holding the damp cloth forward and
started to clean the last dirty spot on Ryouga.
Up and down she rubbed, and kept rubbing, long after the last
trace of dirt and sweat was gone. Like a snake charmed rabbit, she
watched as the head above her hand slowly darkened in color, and a
small drop of translucent liquid oozed out of the small hole in the
middle.

Kasumi fairly glowed with joy as she walked through the gates of
her home. There it was, in all its glory. Anyone else would have
seen a moderately large house. Rather battered and worn, but to
Kasumi, it was a castle. And the man and Panda sitting on the porch
playing Shogi were the guards at the gate. Rather inattentive and
lazy guards, but then it was that sort of castle.
"Father, I'm home." She said as she walked up the path.
"Kasumi!" Soun shouted in surprise. He left his game and bounded
off the porch. Throwing his arms around her, he gave her a big hug.
Tears flowed from his eyes as he wailed. "My little girl has come
home!"
Genma followed after Soun, after making some adjustments to the
pieces on the game board. He held up a sign. *Welcome home. When's
dinner?*
"Oh my, I'm not sure, I'll have to check with Aunty and see what
she was planning. Do you know where she is?"
"She was in the Dojo tending to one of Ranma's friends. That
Ryouga fellow, he arrived here rather the worse for wear."
Kasumi nodded and said, "I'll go over right now and ask her."
However, before she could take more than a step, two figures leaped
over the wall and settled down in front of the three of them.
Cologne, who was in the lead, said, "We need to talk to Nabiki."
Soun frowned. "Nabiki's not home from school yet."
Shampoo and Cologne exchanged glances. Nabiki would have made
her presence well known, given the circumstances. Soun did not appear
to be concealing anything. He was notoriously bad at keeping a
straight face. That meant that Nabiki had to still be making her way
toward the Dojo. That was unlikely. Unless she ran into trouble, she
should have been here earlier. It was possible that she had gone
elsewhere, but it was better to assume the worst. Without saying
another word, the two Amazons leaped back the way they had come and
headed back toward the alley where they had left Nabiki.
Kasumi waved goodbye to them and headed toward the Dojo. She
reached it and looked inside. Her aunt was leaning over a form that
Kasumi recognized as Ryouga. How nice, she thought to herself. Akane
and Ranma will be so happy their friend came to visit. Then she
noticed what Nodoka was doing.
"Oh my!"

Startled out of her trance, Nodoka jerked her head around to see
Kasumi standing in the door. She flushed red in embarrassment, and
started to explain. Just then, under the hand she had not removed,
even after seeing Kasumi, she felt a pulsing, and then the hard member
in her hand gave several jerks and ejaculated its heavy load into the
air. Some of it running down over Nodoka's gripping hand, some of it
reaching as far as Kasumi. Nodoka looked in horror as one pearly drop
hit Kasumi just above her mouth.
"Kasumi . . ." Nodoka said in a strangled voice. Humiliation and
shame caused her normally collected mind to grow confused and
incoherent. Unable to explain, and unable to stay and stare at that
small drop of liquid glistening on Kasumi's upper lip, she lowered her
head and rushed from the dojo.
Kasumi watched her go, a gentle smile on her face. Turning, she
looked at the boy on the futon. "How nice, Ryouga-kun has come to
visit. Akane and Ranma will be so happy." A sudden thought occurred
to her. "Oh dear. I'd better make sure we have enough food." Kasumi
started to turn to leave, but then stopped. Her forehead furrowed
with tiny wrinkles as Kasumi wrestled with a strange feeling.
Something was not right. Uncertainly she turned and stared at
Ryouga's prone form. With a look of reluctance on her face, she moved
across the floor and knelt down beside him. Hesitantly, she reached
out and laid a hand on his chest. She snatched it away as if it had
been burned.
"Oh my!" The ever-present look of gentle contentment that
usually graced her smooth, unmarred face slid away, being replaced by
confusion. Kasumi's hands rose, and she reached around behind herself
to undo the buttons down the back of her dress. The expression on her
face became strained, and sweat beaded on her face. She eased down
the top of her dress, then reached for the front hook on her bra. For
a few minutes her hands hovered over the catch, and the expression on
her face became one of great anguish. With a small sob, she finished
her motion, and undid the clasp. Her creamy breasts spilled out as
they were freed, and Kasumi finished removing her bra. With
uncharacteristic violence she flung it across the room.
The expression on her face altered once again. The anguish was
gone, as was a good deal of the confusion. A look of determination
firmed on it. Standing, she let her dress fall from her body to
puddle around her ankles. Hooking her thumbs into the hem of her
panties, she whispered, "I'm sorry mother, but I have to do this."
With that, she skinned the plain cotton panties down her shapely
thighs and let them settle down onto her dress. Stepping free of her
garments, she kicked them across the room to join the bra.
Slowly a small set of tattoos appeared on her forehead and
cheeks, and through her half-parted lips her canines could be seen to
be lengthening. The rest of her teeth took on a much more carnivorous
appearance as well. The expression on her face was no longer either
her usual good-natured one, or the confused one that had filled it a
few moments ago. In many ways her expression was reminiscent of
Nabiki's when she was examining a business prospectus. However, she
was not looking at facts and figures, or rather not figures on paper.
Her eyes were drinking in Ryouga's body with a hungry look. Her small
pink tongue hooked out and licked the small droplet of sperm from her
upper lip, and she took a step toward the sleeping boy. She took
another step, and then paused, a look of fear on her face.
"No! I must control myself." Kasumi told herself firmly.
Breathing deeply, she stepped back and closed the door to the dojo.
Then, turning back to Ryouga, she quickly crossed the floor and knelt
down beside him. Extending her hands, she let them hover lightly over
his form. A frown crossed her face, and an expression left her mouth
that would have caused anyone who knew her to recoil in shock.
"Dang! He's like a furnace. No wonder I could feel him through
my wards. This is very bad. If Akane or Nabiki get close to him in
this state, it could drive them over the edge." A look of fear
crossed her mind as she imagined her sisters having to do as she did.
Wearing undergarments with demon wards sewn into the fabric let her
keep control, but the price! To live as if you were constantly
drugged, to have your mind always in a fog. Only on her twice-yearly
trips to Hong Kong could she remove the shackles that kept her the
gentle sweet Kasumi who everyone loved. That, if anything, made it
worse. It became harder and harder each time to voluntarily place
herself back into bondage. Only the promise she had made to her
mother, and the memory of the one time she had failed to do so, kept
her strong enough to do it.
Now she was faced with a dilemma. She had to drain the energy
from Ryouga lest it affect her sisters, but what would it do to her.
The energy in Ryouga called to her like light to a moth. She hungered
for it like she had never hungered for anything before. She wanted to
drink it down, make it part of her. Fear held her back, fear of the
unknown. She knew she was not fully a demon, not really, not yet. If
she drank all this energy, would she become what she had fought
against all these years. Almost she left, but then thoughts of what
coming in contact with Ryouga might do to her sisters. Without the
wards clouding her mind she realized that even Aunty Nodoka had been
affected by the aura surrounding Ryouga. What would happen if he
slipped into Akane's bed tonight like this? Her expression firmed.
No matter what it did to her, she had to protect her family.

Turning her attention back to Ryouga, she reached out and grasped
his pulsating sex. A shudder ran through her as once again, the aura
from the energy Ryouga was carrying around in his body sent a surge of
pleasure through her. Holding him firmly, she swung a leg over his,
and with a hiss of pleasure settled down over him, drawing him deeply
into her body. As always, she felt a thrill at taking a man deep into
her body. However, this time was even better than usual. One reason
was the pleasure she gained from the merest contact with Ryouga's
aura. The other was the fact that for the first time in her life, she
need only concern herself with her own pleasure.
She loved to give pleasure and happiness to others. To see the
expressions of delight a well prepared meal drew. To see a man's eyes
widen in bliss as her inner muscles milked him. Best of all was the
gratitude that would fill their face when she managed to draw erection
after erection from a man who had become accustomed to one or two a
week. All that made her happy, but did not necessarily lead to a
great deal of sexual pleasure. Too often, she concentrated on giving,
and received not nearly as much in return. Which was fine, but this
time she had only to concentrate on her own pleasure. What followed
from that would accomplish the necessary task of draining Ryouga's
dangerously high energy levels.

Slowly at first, and then faster, until her hips were a blur, she
moved herself up and down on Ryouga's rock-like shaft. She felt him
pulse, and shoot several jets of hot liquid deep into her. With them
came a burst of energy. Her hair crackled with the excess before her
body absorbed it and she orgasmed furiously. She leaned forward and
placed her hands on Ryouga's muscular torso. His hard muscles
quivered with his reaction to his release, but he did not awaken.
Instead, he murmured in his sleep, "Your mine, Ranma, all mine, no one
else's, all mine." She smiled, it was nice to see that Ryouga thought
so highly of Ranma. As the trembling in her body subsided, Kasumi
realized she was not yet done. Ryouga had only given up a fraction of
the energy his body contained. Kasumi felt him grow hard inside her
almost immediately, and she redoubled her efforts. She had to drain
him before Akane and Nabiki got home. It was her duty, she thought to
herself, just before she exploded in another mind shattering, body
numbing orgasm.
Kasumi lay forward this time, and pressed her soft breasts firmly
into Ryouga's chest while she wrapped her arms around his thick neck.
While she could not absorb energy through them, the aura surrounding
Ryouga generated a very pleasant sensation in her breasts. Her
nipples pressed like tiny spears against the firm muscles of Ryouga's
chest. Again, it was not long before the sound of wet flesh sliding
together, along with the smack of bare flesh against bare flesh filled
the dojo.

Mikado Sanzenin was mad. Nothing was going as he had planned.
He had wanted to deliver a ravaged and broken Nabiki to Ranma. Had
wanted Ranma to suffer the torments of the damned, knowing it was only
a matter of time until his precious Akane suffered a similar fate.
And what had happened? She was enjoying herself. He looked sourly at
the writhing pile of bodies in front of him. As had been the case for
most of the last half hour, one boy was plunging his cock in and out
of Nabiki's sex while she eagerly humped her hips back at him. At her
other end, her head bobbed up and down at a furious pace, sucking the
cock of the boy sitting in front of her with great pleasure.
If Mikado had been more observant, he would have noted that
Nabiki was doing all the work, and that with the exception of their
penises, all four of his 'friends' were looking like anorexics. The
flesh on their face was fading away, leaving skin pulled tightly over
bone. Their eyes were dull and glazed. Even the two boys holding
Nabiki's arms behind her back were doing so more to support themselves
than to restrain her. Despite their exhausted looks, however, their
pricks were as hard as those currently penetrating Nabiki at either
end.
Mikado saw none of this. All Mikado could see was that they were
enjoying themselves while he stood on the sidelines. Well, his own
cock had finally resurrected itself. He was ready to finish Nabiki's
deflowering. He had taken her mouth, then her virginity, now he would
take her final treasure, and this time, he vowed, she would remember
him.
"At least the uncouth brutes have controlled themselves enough
not to take what was rightfully mine," he mused to himself. As was
their usual habit, they were only allowed to use that part of the girl
he himself had already used. Now, as he rolled another condom over
his new erection, he would finish the job. As the boy fucking
Nabiki's pussy gave a whimper and fell over on his side, Mikado moved
into position behind her.

The amount of energy in the four boys plying Nabiki's body with
their members was minuscule in comparison to the amount she had
drained in one go from Mousse, but after milking over fourteen
climaxes out of each of them, she had at last reached repletion.
Gorged on sexual energy, she reacted violently when she felt Mikado's
rubber-clad dick press against her rosebud.
"No!" She screamed. Nausea flooded through her, threatening the
pleasurable glow that filled her body. She jerked her arms free of
the boys holding them. No great feat, as they promptly collapsed, on
being deprived of the support of her body. She whipped around and
shoved Mikado away from her. He staggered backward and tripped over
his own feet, falling on his ass. The boy whose dick Nabiki had been
sucking fell over and lay still, except for the slight motion of his
wasted hips as he continued to thrust his rock hard prick back and
forth in the air. Nabiki rose to her feet and glared at a suddenly
fearful Mikado.

Mikado stared in shock at the creature looming over him. No
longer hidden by the four bodies that had surrounded her for the last
half hour, the changes to Nabiki were clear to see. She bore only a
passing resemblance to the girl his men had forced to her knees in
front of him over an hour ago. As tall as he was, her body had no
apparent surface fat. This allowed her muscles and tendons to stand
out in stark relief. Even her breasts, several cup sizes larger than
before, looked more like small boulders than the soft flesh they
should have resembled. Her nipples looked like small spikes. They
were nearly an inch in length, and tapered to a sharp point. They
looked more like weapons than something that was supposed to suckle a
baby.
The eyes that looked down at him glowed red in the dim light of
the alley, and the mouth that smiled at him had a set of teeth that
would have made a leopard jealous. Two horns projected from her brow.
Her hair had gone from a neatly cut bowl to a wild mane that added
several inches to her height. The hands clenching and unclenching at
her side were tipped with claws that were nearly two inches in length
and looked razor sharp. Her toes had lengthened, and sported similar
weaponry. Slowly, she stalked toward him, and he scuttled away from
her on his hand and feet, till his back was pressed against the wall
of the alley.
"Get away from me!" He cried out in horror as a claw-tipped hand
reached down and took him by his throat. With no apparent strain, the
creature picked him up and set him on his feet.
"Now, now Mikado, is that any way to talk? You don't really want
me to go, do you?" The creature said in a soft, seductive voice.
Leaning forward, she smiled at him. A tongue that had to be nearly
ten inches in length flicked out and licked his face. He gave a
little whimper of fear as she bent in even closer to him. He was
unable to move as she opened her mouth wide and set her teeth against
his neck. He quivered and waited for her to bite, ending his life.
He could feel her hot breath on his skin, feel her teeth just slightly
nicking him. Wetness slid down his neck, and he knew it was his own
blood. He felt the creature that Nabiki had become eagerly lap up
that crimson fluid. He would have lost control of his bladder, but
his rock-hard prick would not allow a drop to escape.
Then, in a blur of motion, Mikado was pulled around and shoved
forward till his belly impacted on an old packing crate. With a
"wuff" of escaping air, he folded over the crate. He tried to pull
himself back up, but the hand that had him by the back of the neck
pressed him firmly down. He gave a whimper of fear as he felt the
creature reach down around his hips and grasp his manhood in her hand.
There was a hiss of annoyance, and the silky smooth voice said. "This
will have to go!" Mikado felt pressure against his manhood, and then
the constricting feel of the condom was gone. Again the creature's
hand grasped him, and this time bare flesh rubbed against bare flesh
as it stroked her hand up and down.

Up above, two pairs of eyes watched the scene below. One in
shock, the other in speculation.
"Nabiki," Shampoo said in a stunned voice, and would have leapt
down into the alley had her Great-Grandmother's staff not imposed
itself between her and the edge of the roof.
"Wait, Granddaughter. Watch, and learn what you have bound
yourself to."

Down below, the creature that had been Nabiki played with the
trembling piece of meat in front of her. For the moment she was
sated. She had no need for more energy, but with her hunger not
pressing her, she could indulge herself and play a little. Grasping
Mikado's erection in her hand she leaned over the trapped boy and
pressed herself against his upturned ass. All the while, she moved
her hand up and down, drawing whimpers from the boy under her. She
became aware of a pressure in her groin, and a second later she felt a
sense of relief as her clitoris suddenly swelled a hundred-fold, and
something that could easily have passed as a male organ sprouted from
between her legs. Nearly nine inches in length, it pressed itself
deep into the cleft of Mikado's ass.
Mikado stiffened as if he had been touched with a live wire, and
his struggles became frantic, but Nabiki easily controlled his body
with her own. "What's wrong, little man?" She hissed in his ear.
"Can't take what you were about to dish out?" She moved her hips back
and forth, enjoying his frantic escape attempts. Nabiki had never
been the sort of child who played with her food, but she was finding
this very enjoyable.
Mikado's frantic struggles moved his hips back and forth, and
side to side, and suddenly the narrow end of Nabiki's engorged clit
found an opening, and acting on instinct, she thrust forward.
Mikado's back arched and his mouth opened in a silent scream of shock
as Nabiki pressed herself deep into his body. A thrill of pleasure
washed through her, and she suddenly found she could indeed take in
more energy.
Mikado's cock, which she still grasped in her hand, jerked, and
jets of sperm splattered against the side of the packing crate. As
soon as he came, he grew hard again, and came again. All in the space
of fifteen seconds. As Nabiki's hips moved, the cycle repeated
itself. Again and again, Mikado hardened and ejaculated, and as he
did so his body withered and shrank, as if he were a blow up doll and
his cock was the air vent. Energy flooded into Nabiki, and out of
her, going to some other place. She didn't care where it was going,
the pleasure she felt as it used her body as a channel was all she
cared about. That, and the pleasure of Mikado's hot flesh wrapping
around her newly acquired organ, as he squealed like the pig he was.

Up above the on the roof. Cologne stared in surprise at Shampoo,
who had fallen to her knees and was gasping in pleasure. Oblivious to
her Great-Grandmother's presence, she brought a hand up and began to
caress one of her breasts, freeing it from her dress. Her other hand
reached down and pulled up the hem of her skirt. She was not wearing
any panties, having left them back in the alley where Cologne had
attacked. Her fingers found her hot box and plunged into her slippery
opening.
Cologne, for the first time in over two hundred years, found
herself blushing, and quickly averted her eyes.
"Could this be what I think?" She murmured to herself.
Concentrating, she focused on seeing the Ki energy of the people
around her. The boys on the ground were almost black with a lack of
energy. Mikado's light wavered and faded even as she watched, but
Nabiki! Nabiki glowed like a searchlight in her vision. A
searchlight that send out a strong beam of light that impacted on
Shampoo. Shampoo's aura was higher than Cologne had ever seen it, and
it was getting stronger. Getting stronger at the same exact rate that
Mikado was getting weaker.
She frowned. Mikado's energy was not enough to account for
Shampoo's present level. He was not that powerful. Besides, Shampoo
had been showing signs of a heightened aura during their battle, but
Cologne had been too preoccupied to pay it the attention she should
have.
That meant this was not the first time Shampoo and Nabiki had
exchanged energy, and that raised some interesting concepts. As her
thoughts reached that point, a hoarse gasp from Shampoo, simultaneous
with a loud shout of exhilaration from Nabiki, brought her back to the
current situation. Looking over the roof edge she saw Nabiki pull
herself out of Mikado, who was now as withered a figure as his
followers.
Cologne noted that Nabiki was still not showing any signs of
regaining her usual personality. With a nod of her head, she reached
a conclusion. Whirling her staff she brought it around until it
pressed against Shampoo's back, and pushed. Shampoo, who had been
kneeling on the rooftop, her head bowed, breathing heavily in reaction
to her orgasm, gave a startled squawk as she tumbled over the edge of
the roof. Spinning in midair, she righted herself, and landed on her
feet. Right in front of a very surprised Nabiki.

Shampoo looked at Nabiki, and an image rose in her mind. Two
years before, while out with several other warriors, Shampoo had
rounded a corner of the trail, and come face to face with a tiger
hunched over its kill. The expression on Nabiki's face was exactly
like that of the surprised tiger. Then, Nabiki's expression shifted,
and the look changed from one form of predatory glare to another.
Shampoo felt a shiver run down her back, and to her pussy.
"Kitten." Nabiki purred. "How nice of you to drop in." She
stalked toward Shampoo, flowing over the ground like the tiger she had
reminded Shampoo of. Reaching out a hand she ran the back of one long
claw down Shampoo's cheek, and Shampoo found herself leaning into the
caress as heat flooded through her body. Up close, the changes to
Nabiki's body were much more obvious. Two changes however, caused all
the rest to fade into the background. One was her size. Well over
six feet in height now, Nabiki loomed over Shampoo. The other was the
engorged clitoris jutting out from just above her vessel. It was
bigger by a good margin than the organ Nabiki was blessed with when
she went male.
"Ah, do you like my new attachment?" Nabiki purred, as she noted
the direction of Shampoo's gaze. Taking one of the Amazon's hands in
hers, she moved it down until it touched her staff. Shampoo's fingers
wrapped around it, and she marveled at the heat of it. It was much
hotter than normal body temperature. She also noted its pristine
condition. It looked as clean as if it had just been washed, giving
no indication of its recent sojourn up Mikado's ass. Her hand rubbed
up and down, and Nabiki hissed in pleasure. She placed a hand on
Shampoo's head, and exerted downward pressure. Shampoo sank to her
knees, never taking her hand from the hot pulsing shaft jutting out
from the top of Nabiki's sex. She let herself be guided by Nabiki's
insistent hand, and she brought her head forward. Opening her mouth,
she engulfed the head and closed her lips tightly around it. Bobbing
her head back and forth she felt a wave of pleasure as Nabiki ran her
hands through her hair and moaned in passion. For several minutes
they held that posture. Nabiki standing, legs spread, Shampoo
kneeling between them while her head moved back and forth, and the
pale white shaft of Nabiki's engorged clit slipped in and out between
her lips.
Finally, after what seemed no time at all to Shampoo, Nabiki
tangled her hands in Shampoo's hair and pulled upward. Shampoo rose
until she was standing. Nabiki wrapped her arms around Shampoo and
picked her up till they were face to face. They kissed, hard and
passionately. Shampoo's tongue darted into Nabiki's mouth, and there
it was greeted by a tongue four times the length of her own that
wrapped around hers and then extended into her mouth. While they
kissed, Nabiki turned and bore Shampoo toward the patch of cardboard
in the middle of the alley. Kicking aside the withered remains of her
erstwhile attackers, Nabiki bent over and gently lay Shampoo down on
the stained cardboard.
Grasping both of Shampoo's hands in one of hers, Nabiki forced
them up and above Shampoo's head, then with her free hand she began to
stroke the Amazon. Claws that looked like they could carve iron
stroked up and down Shampoo's body. For a few minutes Nabiki played
with Shampoo's nipples, tweaking them between two of her claws. When
they hardened and became fully erect, she tapped them lightly, and
small droplets of blood formed on their tips. Nabiki leaned down and
suckled on the slowly bleeding nubs, and Shampoo arched her back,
thrusting her breasts up toward Nabiki.
Shampoo was delirious with passion. Always before their love
making had been tainted by the fact that Shampoo was really Nabiki's
physical superior. This new Nabiki was different. She radiated a raw
power that made Shampoo quiver in excitement. Shampoo knew if she
were to fight against the hands holding her in place, it would be an
exercise in futility, and the sensation of complete and utter
helplessness caused pleasure to explode through her. She was utterly
Nabiki's. Anything Nabiki decided to do to her, Shampoo was helpless
to prevent. Shampoo surrendered herself totally to her lover, placing
responsibility for both of their pleasures in Nabiki's hands.
While her mouth was busy tasting Shampoo's blood, Nabiki's hand
wandered down and started to stroke her lower lips, which flowered
open under her touch. A finger delved down, and stroked across
Shampoo's erect clit, causing her to gasp in pleasure.

Up on the roof top Cologne directed her attention everywhere
except at the two figures writhing on the sheet of cardboard in the
middle of the alley. She spotted something down among Mikado's
clothing, and after a moment of thought, she bounced down into the
alley and back out. All in less than a second. Hopping several yards
away from the roof edge, she opened up the cellular phone in her hand,
and dialed a number.

"Moshi-moshi." A voice answered.
"Kasumi? How nice to hear your voice, dear. I'm sorry I
couldn't stay for tea when I dropped in earlier, maybe later. Are you
just now back from your trip?"
"Oh, grandmother Cologne. Yes, I've only been home for a little
while. Can I help you?"
"Thank you dear, no. I just wanted to let you know that Nabiki
will be staying with us at the Nekohanten for a few days. She's going
to help me with the books."
"That's nice. Should I pack any clothes for her?"
"No, that's alright, I'm sure she will be fine. I'll drop by if
she needs anything. Have a nice evening. Goodbye."
"Thank you, goodbye."

Cologne folded up the cellular and with a toss, threw it back to
where she had gotten it. Moans and groans of lust floated up from the
alley, and she grimaced. She was really too old to be dealing with
something like this. For a brief flickering second, she wished Happy
was still around. This sort of thing was far more in his line. Then
she shook off the thought. All he would do would be to make an
embarrassing situation even worse. Hopping over to the edge of the
roof, she looked down with as much objectivity as she could muster.

Down below, things had moved to another stage. Nabiki had
Shampoo's legs tossed over her shoulders, and was hammering her spike
of pleasure in and out of Shampoo's love socket with all her might.
Cologne nodded in satisfaction to herself as she noted that Nabiki's
form was much smaller than it had been, and that the horns on her brow
had retreated. Focusing, she took note of Shampoo's aura, and saw
that her level was substantially higher than it had been. That went a
long way toward explaining the energy she had displayed in her fight
earlier. To think she had believed Nabiki had destroyed Shampoo's
battle aura, when if fact, she had actually increased it by a order of
magnitude.
A sudden scream from both girls brought her attention back to
them. Nabiki was up on her toes, her back arced. Shampoo was also
straining as much as her position would allow. For a second they held
that pose, then Nabiki collapsed, and rolled off of Shampoo. Shampoo
straightened out her legs and cuddled up to Nabiki's comatose form.
She lay her head on Nabiki's chest, and sighed in contentment.

"If you are quite done Great-Granddaughter!" Colognes sarcastic
drawl, brought Shampoo out of her pleasure haze like a bucket of
water. Looking around her, she blushed crimson as she realized the
manner in which she had been behaving for the last fifteen minutes.
"I'll be waiting at the Nekohatten. Bring the Tendo girl and
meet me there."

After the unexpected interruption by Kasumi, Nodoka had fled to
her own room, her mind a mass of confusion. What had come over her?
How could she have behaved in such a shameful way? Why was it so hot
in here!? She was sweating profusely, and her fingers unfastened her
garments. They slipped from her body, leaving her hot flesh open to
the cool air. She was still hot, and briefly she considered going to
the bathing room, but then a flush of shame mottled her upper body.
What if she should run into Kasumi? How could she look her in the
face? How was she ever going to face her again? "Why am I so hot!?"
Nodoka became aware of an ache in her loins. It was a familiar
feeling, all too often it had pained her as she had lain in her lonely
bed. She needed her husband badly, since only he had the cure for
that particular pain. Then, she moaned. What was the use? Genma had
been her husband in name only for far longer than the time he had been
gone. Give him food, drink, and the companionship of his friends,
that was all he needed. Nodoka needed much more. She tried to push
aside the need in her belly. Always before she had been able to
manage it, but this time it only intensified. She found her hand
sliding down her stomach and it had almost reached the gates to her
pleasure bud when she pulled it away. "No!" she practically shouted.
"I will not betray my husband. That is for his pleasure."

Nodoka had been raised to be a dutiful and submissive wife. Her
body belonged to her husband, and no matter how much she needed it, to
take her pleasure from any other source was wrong. She might be able
to grow angry over her husband's lack of honor. Might be able to
demand that he satisfy that honor by killing himself if necessary.
That did not change the fact that he was her husband, and that in
matters between a man and a woman her body was his to do with as he
pleased. So she had been taught, and so she had always believed.
"But why won't he take it then, if it's his?" She moaned softly to
herself.

The sound of her bedroom door opening caused her to whirl about
in surprise. Her hands and arms moved to cover her bare flesh. She
gave a relieved sigh when she saw it was only her husband, but she did
not lower her hands.
"Yes, Genma?"
Genma seemed transfixed by her bare body. She was trim and
toned. A year short of forty and her body looked like a twenty-five-
year old's. Her breasts, larger than Ranma's, stood proudly, showing
only the slightest sign of sagging.
"Yes, Genma!?" Nodoka repeated.
Genma shook himself free of his reverie, and looked her in the
face. "I just received a call from Cologne. Nabiki is going to be
staying at the Nekohanten for a little while to help them with their
books." Genma seemed to hesitate. "That means the only ones here are
Soun, Kasumi and us. Kasumi is going to be busy making sure her
kitchen is fine, so I thought we'd take advantage of the chance to
have some fun."
Nodoka sighed. "My purse is on the dresser, please don't keep
Soun out too late, or let him get too drunk."
Genma looked puzzled, then his face cleared. "No, no. I didn't
mean Soun and I. It was us I was talking about. It's been a long
time for us, and I thought we could take this chance to be together."
Hope flared in Nodoka, and the ache in her loins intensified, but
then anger flushed out the hope. How dare he? She needed him so
badly, and he was running some sort of a con. She understood that his
Master's potion had left him less than a man. Why couldn't he just
come out with what he really wanted, instead of causing her so much
anguish? She narrowed her eyes at Genma, and for the first time in
her life in a matter that did not touch on honor, she gave him an
order. "Get out!"
"What?"
"I said get out! I'm tired of you, Genma. All the lies, all the
dishonor you bring on our family from your behavior. I have tried to
be a loyal wife, but enough is enough. I understand your problem, but
if you can't raise your manhood to do your duty as a husband, at the
very least you could demonstrate it in your behavior. You can move
into Ranma's room. I'll bring her in here with me."
"But Nodoka!"
"Shut up!" Nodoka screamed, the need in her belly was driving her
crazy, and having him in the room with her was just making it worse.
She wanted him out of here. She glared at him.
"You don't really mean that, Nodoka."
"Yes . . . Yes I do." In the back of her mind another voice
argued the opposite. No, no she didn't, she wanted him to throw her
on the bed. She wanted him to take her like a man was supposed to
take his wife. "You are my husband, Genma, and I know I should not
talk this way, but until you are ready to be a man, then I don't wish
to have you sharing my room or bed." Genma's eyes narrowed, and he
looked at Nodoka speculatively. Then he gave a nod. He moved across
the room with a silky smoothness, and before the startled Nodoka could
react, he had spun her around and bound her hands behind her back with
the belt of his gi.
"Genma! What do you think you are doing?"
"Being a man, that's what you wanted, wasn't it?"
Yes! The voice in her head shouted, even as Nodoka said, "Genma!
Stop this foolishness at once! Ahhhhhh," Nodoka hissed out in shock
as Genma's arm wrapped around her body and slid down till his broad
hand cupped her sex, a finger curled up and slid along her soaking wet
slit. He pulled back, driving his finger up into her body and pulling
her hard against his body. With the removal of his belt, his pants
had fallen around his ankles, and Nodoka's eyes widened as she felt
the unfamiliar sensation of a naked and hard penis prodding between
the cheeks of her ass.
"Genma! How!?" She exclaimed in shock, but then the anger
returned. "Let me go, let me go this instant. How dare you!" Inside
her, the little voice exulted in the first sign of life Genma had
shown in ages. Take me, take me, damn you.
"How dare I? You forget yourself, woman! I'm your husband. I
have a right to your body."
Forgetting her thoughts of only a few minutes ago, Nodoka yelled
back at him. "You have no rights. You forfeited those with your
behavior." The little voice disagreed, Gods yes, I'm yours, just
don't fail me. The little voice was getting louder.
"Fine!" Genma snarled in her ear, sending a shiver up her back.
"Then I'll just have to gain them back with a different sort of
behavior." Dragging his wife behind him, Genma marched across to the
small bedside table and shoved Nodoka down across it. Freeing her
hands he used his belt to tie her arms to the legs, and pulling her
socks from her feet, he used them to tie her thighs to the other set
of legs.
Nodoka was left kneeling on the floor, her legs spread wide,
giving easy access to her sex. She felt a small flutter in her
stomach, and she recalled words her mother had spoken to her many long
years ago. She had told Nodoka that men could be brutal and cruel,
and it was a woman's lot in life to endure. Genma had been crude,
lazy and inconsiderate, but he had never forced her before, not that
he would ever have had to. She had always been eager for any
attention he might give her. Of course, he hadn't done 'anything'
after that first night.
A sudden thought flashed across her mind. She had tried
everything she could think of to help Genma with his problem. Foods
to heat his blood, Herbal teas to harden his manhood, she had even
spent hours reading marriage manuals in an effort to repair her
deficiencies as a wife. She had made all the effort in their
marriage, when all along her fondest desire was to have Genma take the
lead, and make her feel the way he had on their wedding night. To be
the man. Now, for the first time in her marriage, she had denied
Genma his rights to her body, and he had reacted like a caveman.
Twisting her head to the side, she could see his erection straining up
against the lower half of his heavy, muscular belly. The flutter in
her belly returned, far stronger than before, and she felt her already
damp sex begin to flow.
She almost opened her mouth to beg him to take her, to ease the
aching void between her legs, but at the last minute she stopped.
Begging and asking had gotten her nothing for seventeen years. Two
minutes of denial had gotten her more attention than she had received
in very nearly the entirety of her marriage. So instead of asking for
Genma's manhood, she said in as cold a voice as she could manage,
given the heat running through her blood, "let me up this instant,
Genma!"
"You really don't want that, do you Nodoka?" Genma said, getting
to his knees behind her. His hand reached out and softly stroked her
sex. Nodoka fought, but she couldn't stop her body from arching
backward in pleasure at his touch. "No, I didn't think so." Genma
said. He shuffled forward, and guided himself to his wife's warm wet
opening. With a sigh of pleasure on both their parts, Nodoka's sex
was parted by a man's cock for the first time in more than seventeen
years. Genma took his time, slowly working his way back and forth,
going deeper with each thrust. Nodoka could not keep her hips from
moving in tempo with his, but she did manage to keep from shouting out
at him to go harder, faster. She was afraid to give him any more
encouragement than was forced from her, in fear that it would cause
him to shrivel up and deny her what she wanted so badly.
At last Genma's patient movements saw him sinking his member
fully into Nodoka's receptive body. With a gentle back and forth
motion he shuttled himself in and out of her, his balls swinging
forward to smack the top of her sex with each thrust. Gradually, his
motion speeded up and the sound of his thighs smacking against
Nodoka's ass filled the room.
Nodoka, meanwhile, was rapidly approaching her first orgasm in
many years. Forgetting her fears, she started to vocalize loudly,
encouraging Genma to increase his motions. Genma reached around and
clasped a hand over her mouth, stifling the noise she was making.
This sign of his complete control over her was enough to push her over
the edge, and she screamed her ecstasy into the palm of his hand.
Genma did not follow her over the edge, rather, he withdrew from her
body and untied her limbs. Then, carrying her limp and satiated body
over to their futon, he lay her down on it. Hooking her knees over
his shoulders, he once again guided his manhood to her slick opening
and pushed in. This time he did not take her gently, but shoved
himself deep into her with one hard thrust. Nodoka bucked up to meet
him and their bodies slapped together. Raising himself up on his
toes, Genma rolled Nodoka back until her knees were on either side of
her head and he was driving straight down into her sex. He braced
both hands on either side of her head and began to thrust with all the
strength he could manage.
Each thrust caused Nodoka to grunt as air was forced from her
lungs, but she didn't care. She wrapped her legs as best she could
around his neck and shoved herself back up against him with a violence
to equal his. This time she was not alone when she crested the peak,
and as Genma once more muffled her screams with a heavy palm, he
gasped his own cry of pleasure as he thrust one final time and held
himself deep inside her as jet after jet of his sperm blasted into his
wife. He let her legs drop from his shoulders and he lay down on top
of his still twitching wife, savoring the feeling of her body under
his. Nodoka grabbed his head with both hands and rained kisses on his
face as the last tremor of her orgasm faded away. Satiated, she
slipped into a deep sleep.

Cologne scowled as she heard the roar of a large motorcycle
pulling up outside the door. She had no time for this, Shampoo would
be here any second. She hopped over to tell whoever it was that they
were closed. She was startled when she saw it was Shampoo. The
motorcycle was a large late model Kawasaki, and had a very elaborate
side carrier attached to the side. Shampoo was in the process of
lifting Nabiki's comatose form from the side car.
Cologne stood aside as Shampoo carried Nabiki into the
restaurant, then hopped after her.
<"Nice machine. Where did you get it?">
<"I bought if from the stupid boy in the alley. The one who was
leading the others.">
<"Really. And how much did you pay for this?">
<"Five yen.">
Cologne lifted an eyebrow. <"A bargain. How did you manage
that?">
<"I told the bastard that he could either sell it to me, or I'd
leave Nabiki with him while I went looking for other transportation.">
<"Incentive indeed, but why not just take it?">
Shampoo shrugged. <"It was a nice bike. I want to keep it. It
seemed logical to kill two birds with one stone ">
<"You know how I feel about motor bikes.">
<"I know."> Shampoo said, as she made Nabiki comfortable in one
of the booths.
<"Put her on top of the table. I need to examine her, and take
some precautions."> Shampoo complied and Cologne hopped up and
slapped a ward she had prepared on Nabiki's forehead. <"There, that
should keep her quiet till we're ready. Now, about the bike?">
<"I'm keeping it.">
<"Just like that?">
<"Just like that."> Shampoo frowned as she looked down at
Nabiki. <"Great-Grandmother, what's wrong with her? I've seen this
happen three times now. She develops a large battle aura, and then
passes out. Twice she's done it after transferring the energy to me.
Why does she do that?">
Cologne gave up the matter of the motorcycle and frowned in
thought. <"She's manipulating levels of energy she has no training in
handling. She shouldn't be able to do that, but because she is, the
strain on her body causes her collapses. It may also be why she is
transferring energy to you. It's a way of getting rid of something
her body can't contain. As to why she sends it to you, and how, I
have a theory, but I need to know more details of what has been
happening while I've been gone. I also need to run some tests on
Nabiki, to see if my suspicions are true. Why don't you tell me
what's been happening while I prepare what I need?">

Nabiki was in nothing. She felt nothing, saw nothing, heard
nothing, smelt nothing, and tasted nothing. She was experiencing
complete sensory deprivation. With no outward stimuli, she was in
danger of going mad. To fight her growing panic, she turned her mind
inward. Forgetting the void that was her current environment, she
started analyzing what had happened to her in the last few hours.
First, she had been gang-raped. She paused, her mind telling her
she should be feeling something concerning that fact, waiting for the
anguish the thought should have brought, but her emotions seemed to be
as absent as her senses. The fact that five boys had made use of her
body without her consent was merely a piece of information. It evoked
no reaction from her. She made note of that fact, and went on to the
next bit of information, her actions during the rape. Those had been
as atypical as her present condition. At some point, she had started
acting in a manner quite unlike herself. Why? Had she been drugged?
It was a possibility. The foul taste on Mikado's condom could have
been some manner of drug. Up to a certain point the drug theory
seemed viable. But what of later events? Her body had changed. She
had done something to the five boys that was similar to Hinako's
trick. She had required intimate physical contact to do so, but the
results had been similar. The boys had been reduced to husks, and her
body had altered drastically.
Had the drug altered her to the extent that she could drain
battle auras? And if it had, why had she altered in the manner she
had? She had not simply become larger or more mature, she had turned
into a monster. She had also, at the time, accepted these changes
without thought, simply enjoying the capabilities of her new body,
with no thought of how. Or had that been a hallucination brought on
by the drug? Had her mind shattered from the rape? Had she invented
a fantasy to cope with the trauma? Was she currently laying in the
alley, battered, bloody, and comatose?

As she posed these thoughts to herself, sensation suddenly
exploded back into her body. Sight. Light flashed in her eyes,
blinding her, she blinked back tears, and made out two people nearby,
Shampoo and Cologne. Feeling. She was laying on a hard surface, her
skin grew goose bumps as cool air blew across her naked flesh.
Hearing. Shampoo asking her if she was alright, her tone worried.
Smell. Pungent incense tickled her nose, causing her to sneeze.
Taste. Her mouth was foul tasting, her mind idly noted that, and came
to the conclusion it was only logical considering . . . Emotion came
back

"O god!" Nabiki said, her voice breaking. She curled herself up
into a ball and began to shudder violently.
"Shampoo," Cologne snapped out, but she hadn't needed to say
anything, Shampoo was already moving. She reached out and pulled
Nabiki off of the table she had been laying on and into her lap.
Nabiki's arms went around her and hugged her with a desperate
strength. The shaking girl buried her face in Shampoo's breasts and
muffled sobs came from her shuddering body.
"I'll leave you two alone," Cologne said. Slipping the ward she
had just removed from Nabiki's forehead up her sleeve, she pogoed out
of the main dining room. Behind her, Shampoo held Nabiki, softly
stroking her hair as the ice queen of Nerima sobbed her heart out.

Genma brushed the hair from Nodoka's face, and looked down at her
with a wistful expression on his face. Then his face started to
shift, as did his body, and a few seconds later, the person looking
down at the sleeping Nodoka was Kasumi. However, the wistful look
remained on her face.

After Kasumi had drained the bulk of energy from Ryouga, she had
felt strangely complete. It was if something that had been missing
from her had been found. She had dressed in a daze, trying to come to
grips with the strong sensations that were racing through her. She
left her warded panties and bra laying on the floor, the thought of
shutting out the new feelings that filled her body something she could
not bear. She left the dojo, and for the first time in six years, she
went into her own house without wearing her wards. Her father and
Uncle Saotome did not even look up as she went past.

She was on her way to her own room, when she had stopped outside
Auntie Nodoka's to let her know about Nabiki staying overnight at the
Nekohanten. She had raised her hand to knock when the sensations in
her body intensified. She became aware of the raw need coming from
within the room, and something new in her body reacted to that. She
had felt herself change, her body adjusting itself to the needs of the
person inside the room. For the first time in her life, Kasumi was a
full Succubus, and that meant being what her victim wanted. Nodoka
had needed a strong, assertive, and most of all virile Genma, and that
was what Kasumi had become. Her mind and body had molded itself to
fit Nodoka's needs. It had been the strangest experience. She had
been shoved into the background in her own body, and had been a silent
witness as Nodoka's need and dreams had motivated her new form.

Now, looking down at Nodoka's peaceful face, Kasumi felt filled
with joy. She had made Auntie so happy, and she had not stolen a
single drop of life-force from her. She could easily have done so, a
part of her had tried to do so, as a matter of fact. However, for the
very first time in her life she had been able to stop herself. The
new completeness she had gained had prevented that from happening.
Whatever the energy she had absorbed from Ryouga had done to her, it
had eliminated the flaw that caused her to drain whoever she slept
with. The flaw that meant she had to go to Hong Kong twice a year to
sate her needs, lest she turn on her own family in her hunger.
A fear that had been a part of her for six years lifted from her
mind, and left her feeling the greatest joy she could ever remember
feeling. The everyday happiness she felt while warded could not even
begin to match this sensation. That was the dull and cloudy happiness
of a person on drugs. This was the full-blown joy of someone who had
made someone they loved very happy, and who knew they would be able to
do it again without fear.

An hour later, Cologne returned to the room carrying a tea tray.
Nabiki was no longer sitting in Shampoo's lap. Instead, the two girls
were in one of the wall booths. Shampoo was curled up on the bench
seat, her head resting in Nabiki's naked lap. Nabiki was sitting on a
large soft towel Shampoo must have supplied, but other than that, she
did not seem to be making any concessions to her naked state. A soft
purr was coming from between Shampoo's lips as the brown haired girl
scratched her behind the ears. Nabiki's face was back to its usual
neutral expression, but Cologne noted that she seemed to be taking a
great deal of comfort from stroking Shampoo. Cologne idly wondered if
Nabiki had made note of some of the changes in Shampoo's appearance.
She looked at Nabiki closely, judging her current emotional state.
Only the redness of Nabiki's eyes and the faint tear tracks down her
cheeks gave any indication of her former distress.
"Feeling better?" Cologne asked as she set the tray down on the
table and hoped up onto the bench opposite Shampoo and Nabiki.
"I'll live." Nabiki said. Her face twisted into a wry smile, "It
would seem that I'm not as skilled in self-deception as Ranma is, but
I think I've got a handle on it. Shampoo has been entertaining me for
the last little while with some of your tribe's customs in regards to
rapists. Very therapeutic." Her expression grew more serious, and
she looked at Cologne intently. "Speaking of those customs, why am I
still alive? I seem to recall that was a condition you were quite
eager to relieve me of."
Cologne was very curious as to Nabiki's remark concerning Ranma.
Shampoo had mentioned that Ranma was trapped in his girl form, and
might be that way for good, but she had not mentioned anything about
Ranma being assaulted. She put that aside for the time being, and
answered Nabiki. "Yes. Well, there has been a change in plan, for
the moment." Cologne used her staff to shove a small vial across the
table toward Nabiki. "Do you know what this is? Don't open it!" This
last said as Nabiki picked up the vial and made as if to remove the
top. She arched an eyebrow at Cologne, but desisted in her efforts.
Instead, she looked closely at the vial before putting it back down on
the table.
"Never seen it before. However, I could hazard a guess as to
what it is." Cologne nodded at her to continue. "Considering the
events of the last five days, and what the catalyst was. I would
hazard a guess that this is Ryouga's mystery magical Jusenkyo curse
remover."
"So Shampoo tells me," Cologne said. "However, it is known by
quite another name and function to the Amazons." This time it was
Nabiki who indicated Cologne should go on.

Cologne grew thoughtful. "Most of the story is not to be shared
with outsiders, but this much I can tell you. Eight hundred years
ago, an enemy of the Amazon empire . . ." Nabiki gave her a
questioning look. "Oh yes, we were an empire back then. Our lands
spread far and wide, and we were a mighty power. As I was saying, an
enemy of the empire conspired with a clan of ninja from your country.
The Suzuka supplied a disgruntled Amazon with a potion that would
cripple the chi of anyone who consumed it. In small doses, it was
debilitating. In large doses, it was fatal. The traitor slipped it
into the main meal at the yearly festival. More than ninety percent
of the Amazon warriors then living consumed some of it. An hour
later, our enemy fell on our helpless capital."
Cologne directed a bleak look at Nabiki. "I don't think I need
tell you what happened to those women." Nabiki paled. Shampoo reached
out and took her hand in her own. Nabiki pressed firmly on that hand,
drawing support from Shampoo's touch. Nabiki remained pale, but she
indicated that Cologne should continue.
"It was a dark day in our history, and for nearly five months,
the Amazon's ceased to exist as a people. It was not until those five
months had passed that a group of fifty one Amazons, feared lost
forever, attacked, slaying our foes and freeing their sisters from the
slavery they had been held in."
"Fifty-one warriors did that? They must have been very good."
"They were indeed. They also had help, but that is one of the
things no outsider may hear details of. Suffice it to say that the
captives were freed, and set about repairing the damage done by our
betrayal. They never fully did so. To this day the Amazons are a
pale shadow of their former glory. So you can see why the discovery
of that potion and the fact that Shampoo was missing caused me to act
hastily."
"That not all." Shampoo said.
<"Be quite girl! That is all an outsider needs to know.">
"No! One other fact Nabiki need know!"
<"What fact that?"> Nabiki said in broken Mandarin. Cologne
looked at her in surprise, but with no great shock. Instead she
directed a stern look at Shampoo.
"I have told you that the law will not apply in this case."
"Shampoo say you wrong! There no hole in law. Law says this is
so, no exceptions."
"What law would this be?" Nabiki asked.
"Is law of what happen to Amazon who make Suzuka Slave Potion."
"The law does not apply. You did not make Slave Potion, you made
a cure for your curse. The other elders will agree with this fully.
I'm sure of it."
Nabiki looked at Shampoo in concern. "I think your Great-
Grandmother is right. Situations change. I don't think you can be
found responsible for this."
"I'm glad you agree," Cologne said.
"Hey, loopholes are my life." She leaned forward toward Cologne.
"I don't want anything happening to Shampoo. Are you sure the elders
will agree with you?"
"I'm _"
"NO!!" The table rocked as Shampoo slammed her hand down.
"Shampoo live by law. When Ranma and others say law not mean Shampoo
married to Ranma, Great-Grandmother say law is law, no exception. Now
you say is exception. Shampoo no agree."
Cologne narrowed her eyes and glared at Shampoo. "Do you take me
for a fool, girl? Don't you think I know what you are aiming for?
Maybe you would like it if I sold you to your cousin, Lano Cane?
Damn!!" Cologne turned to Nabiki with a fierce glare. "You never
heard that name!"
Nabiki looked from Cologne to Shampoo, whose eyes were filled
with fear. Whatever Cologne had just threatened her with, it was bad.
Nabiki looked back at Cologne. "The name is forgotten, but what is
this selling business?"
"It's nothing.'
"It's what law say happen."
Nabiki looked back and forth between the two Amazons. Then she
nodded to herself. "You might as well tell me," she told Cologne.
"Shampoo will just tell me later, if you don't do it now."
Cologne grimaced, and after directing one last glare at Shampoo,
she explained. "Because of what they had just gone through, the
Amazons felt death too easy a punishment for anyone who would use the
potion again. Either against the tribe as a whole, or against an
individual. As a result, the crime of making Suzuka Slave Potion, or
for even possessing it, is to be sold as a slave to someone who would
use them as harshly as our people had been used during their
captivity. In eight hundred years, it has never been enforced. We
never possessed the formula, and no Amazon ever made or possessed it."
Nabiki drew in a deep breath of surprise. "I'm not surprised
that you feel the elders would not expect Shampoo to pay the price."
Nabiki looked at Shampoo, and the look in her eyes sent shivers down
the purple haired Amazon's spine. "I do have to admit, however, that
if I were an eligible buyer, I don't think I'd be arguing against it."
Cologne snorted. "You are eligible. Why do you think my Great-
Granddaughter is so adamant on this? She wants me to sell her to
you."
For a second, a fire kindled in Nabiki's eyes, and her bare
nipples crinkled visibly, but then she shook her head and said, "I
don't buy it. I don't believe there is nothing in the law that would
eliminate lovers or friends from buying the accused."
"And you would be right. There is indeed a stipulation that
states the purchaser must be such as will use the criminal in the
manner intended by the law. At the time they had in mind the pleasure
houses that existed in many of the towns. However, you are eligible,
as Shampoo realized a little while ago."
"I had not realized my reputation was so bad." Nabiki said
skeptically.
"Not you personally, but your blood. My people have had dealings
with your kind. There could be no doubt as to your being eligible."
"My kind? Isn't that just a little harsh?"
"Have you looked in a mirror recently?"
"Nabiki lifted an eyebrow. Turning, she looked in the mirror
that was affixed to the wall of their booth. She looked perfectly
normal, except for the very faint tattoos on her forehead and cheeks.
It was the same pattern in all three locations. An narrow upright
oval, with another oval, half the size, in the middle. A small circle
at the top of the inside oval completed the design.
"What on earth?" Nabiki said, looking at her image in surprise.
As she spoke, she became aware of another difference. Reaching up
with a hand, she fingered one of her canine teeth. It had grown to
twice it former size, and along with its opposite number, gave her
dentures an appearance very similar to Ryouga's. Using her fingers,
she jerked on the tooth, but nothing happened, it was firmly in place.
Nabiki turned back to Cologne with a frown on her face. "I could
do the whole denial bit and accuse you of doing this while I slept,
but I don't think that's the case. Is it?"
"No. You are right. Do you remember what happened in the
alley?"
Nabiki paled, but she kept her gaze square on Cologne. "I take
it you are referring to the way my body changed, and not to the other
things?"
"That's correct."
"You demon girl." Shampoo said. "Law have no problem with law
breaker sold to demon."
"Demon? Oh, come on. I may be a little loose in the ethics
department, but a demon? You can't really expect them to buy that."
Cologne sighed. "Unfortunately, it's the truth."
"What? That I'm a demon?"
"Not a full demon. I've done tests, however, and there can be no
doubt whatsoever that you have demon blood in your ancestry. We have
long known that instant Jusenkyo water releases a great deal of magic
as it breaks down. Up till now, however, it was not something that
could be tapped. Many of our magi have tried, but without success.
They did not posses the proper blood to use whatever type of magic it
was. As a guess, I would say you do, and that the magic has pushed
you over the edge in regards to which side of the fence you come down
on, concerning your demon/human heritage."
Nabiki was stunned. "You're serious. You're really telling me
that I'm a demon."
"Part demon, but yes, that is what it means."
Shampoo wrapped her arms around Nabiki and gave her a fierce hug.
"That mean you can buy Shampoo. Elders can not say selling Shampoo to
demon not punishment."
The feel of Shampoo's body was stimulating, but not half so
stimulating as the concept of owning the buxom amazon beauty in
reality, instead of make-believe.
"I keep telling you, girl, it is not going to happen."
"Wait!" Nabiki said, then she flushed and swallowed the fluids
that suddenly filled her mouth. "Let's not be hasty here. You
wouldn't want to risk the chance that the Elders would decide Shampoo
had indeed broken the law. They might take charge of her sale
personally, and who knows what would happen to her. This way, at
least, you would be assured she was in safe hands."
Nabiki's breath broke off as Shampoo squeezed the breath out of
her. Nabiki looked down at the top of her head with a stern
expression. "I believe I mentioned that you were not to touch me
without permission." She said in a cold voice. Shampoo flushed, and
hurriedly released her grip. She moved slightly away from Nabiki and
sat with her hands demurely folded in her lap, and her head downcast.
Cologne blinked at this exchange, and a thoughtful look crossed
her face. "Wait here!" she said. A few minutes later, she was back
with a piece of jewelry. A large pendant with an oval shaped crystal
in the center. The crystal was transparent, but nothing was visible
in it. Not even the back of the pendant. It seemed to have endless
depths.
"This is a soul gem, with it a magus can tell much about a
person. I meant to use it earlier, but then I decided you should be
awake. If my suspicions are correct, this is something you should see
first-hand. I am no Magus, but I know enough to do several simple
things. I will need a drop of blood from each of you, one at time.
You first, Shampoo." Shampoo complied, holding a finger out over the
crystal. Drawing a sharp pin from her hair, Cologne pricked Shampoo's
finger, allowing a single drop of blood to fall onto the crystal. For
a second, nothing happened, then, the blood seemed to soak into the
crystal and disappear. For a minute, they sat looking at the crystal,
then, slowly, a swirling pattern of color appeared.
"What does it show?" Nabiki asked curiously.
"I don't fully know. You need a great deal of training to
decipher the images, as well as a great deal of detachment. It is
usually recommended that the magus doing the reading not know who the
blood came from. I could make guesses, but they would be biased by
what I already know of Shampoo and you. This could be her courage,
this her honor, but I don't know for sure."
"If you can't use it, then just what are we doing?"
"I told you, I'm testing a theory of mine. Give me your finger
now."
Reluctantly, Nabiki held out her finger and retained her stoic
appearance as Cologne drew blood from it. Again they watched as the
crystal absorbed the blood and presented a view of what it learned
from it. Cologne gave a grunt of satisfaction. Leaning forward, she
touched one of the decorations that lined the outside edge of the
crystal, and a new pattern appeared. Nabiki looked closely, and
thought it looked familiar, but the patterns were so complex that she
could not be sure.
"What mean?" Shampoo asked.
For a long time, Cologne ignored her question. She stared at the
image while she stroked her chin in thought. Finally she said. "Very
well, I'll sell Shampoo to you." Shampoo gave a shout of joy, and
would have glomped Nabiki, had the girl not glared her back into her
submissive pose.
Turning to Cologne, Nabiki asked. "What changed your mind?"
Cologne sighed. "Selling her to you is only a formality. It
will take care of any chance of problems, later. When the elders
change the law, as I'm sure they will, then Shampoo will regain her
status. However, she will still belong to you, just as you belong to
her."
"What? Wait a second! I don't belong to anyone."
"I'm afraid you're wrong. According to the pendant, you each
have a small piece of the other's soul mixed in with your own. That
was what the final pattern was. It showed the portions of your souls
that you both have in common. I have only heard of this, never seen
it, but all I have heard tells me that there is no vow or bond
stronger. You and her are one. For now, and for always. Legends
have it that even after death, you will be bonded in your next life,
down through this cycle of existence. That is only a legend, however,
and there is no way of confirming it. What is fact is that selling
Shampoo to you is only a formality. You already possess her, as she
does you. The way you choose to express that possession is up to
you."

"This is far too fast for me, and I'm not sure if I believe you,
but I'm not going to argue with you. How much?"

"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE JOKING!!" Nabiki screamed as she read the
figure Cologne had written down. "I don't have that sort of money!!"
"On the contrary, you do. My estimate is that, that figure
represents seventy-five percent of your current liquid assets."
Nabiki looked at the figure and did some quick metal figuring.
She put the amount at sixty-five percent. However, she wasn't about
to admit that. "I'm afraid your figures are wrong. What about this
much?" Nabiki crossed out Cologne's figure and wrote in one of her
own, a third of the value of the original.
"Please, give me some credit. This is a fraction of her worth."
Nabiki shook her head in denial. "You're wrong. You'd get a
fraction of this if you sold her at the docks. The available
customers are not known for their generosity."
"And who says I would be limited to the customers you are aware
of? I know of at least one who would match the first price and exceed
it."
"That person whose name I've forgotten?"
"Indeed, she would pay a great deal to acquire Shampoo, and would
make a great deal more selling her after a suitable amount of
training."

Shampoo sat off to the side, barely able to contain her
excitement. To know that they were bargaining to sell her body, and
the use of it, sent a shiver of delight up her spine. She remembered
Nabiki's words of days ago. "If you come back, you're mine. I'll own
you, and I'll use you." The memory alone was enough to dampen her
sex. As the two people bargained on her price, she slipped into a
fantasy of what her new mistress would do to her on their first night
together. Her hand slipped down her front, but before it could reach
its goal, a combination attack occurred.
"Stop that!" Both Nabiki and Cologne said at the same time.
"Have you no shame, girl?" Cologne said, whacking her on top of
the head with her staff.
"I didn't give you permission to do that!" Nabiki said coldly.
She did not strike out at Shampoo, but her eyes delivered a
chastisement much stronger than Cologne's staff.
"I think you should go and do something while Cologne and I
finish our dealings." Nabiki said. "And keep your fingers off of my
property while you do it!" She finished sternly.
Shampoo left the room, going into the kitchen with a downcast
look on her face, but when Nabiki would have resumed the bargaining,
Cologne held up her hand. A few minutes later, Shampoo came back
carrying a tool box. They watched as she walked across the dining
room and out the front door. For most of the walk she kept herself
properly subservient, but the last few steps had a definite bounce to
them.
Cologne gave a snort. "At least that is one thing I will not
have to deal with."
"Something I should know?" Nabiki asked.
"Let us just say that being soul-bound does not mean she can not
have other loves in her life. I hope you find the smell of gasoline
and oil attractive."Cologne would say nothing more on the subject, and
they resumed their bargaining. A half hour later they concluded it,
and Cologne brought out some sake to seal the deal.

As they drank Nabiki looked speculatively at the old woman. "If
you don't mind me saying, you seem to be taking this awfully well."
Cologne smiled at her, a rather ghastly sight. "Shampoo filled
me in on the goings on of the last few days. It would seem your
sister has won the competition for Ranma, and in a manner Shampoo
could never duplicate. Her own curse keeps her from using that
particular method."
"Does that mean you think Ranma is a girl forever, now?"
"I really don't know. From all I know and have heard of the
potion, she should have died from drinking that much. The fact that
she didn't leaves us with a mystery. Whether she does or does not
regain her manhood is not really the issue. She has accepted her
status to a point I would never have believed. I don't think she will
ever be the same again."
The two sat in silence for a few minutes, then Nabiki nervously
broached another subject that had been troubling her. "About this
demon thing?"
"Yes?"
"In the alley, something happened to me. I changed, and I don't
just mean my body. My mind changed as well. I wasn't me any longer.
I didn't like that. I don't want that to happen again. Do you have
any idea of how to avoid it happening to me again?"
Cologne looked thoughtful. "You understand that I have only a
limited knowledge of your kind?"
Nabiki grimaced at the reference to her kind, but she nodded her
head in acceptance. "I realize that, but you're the best source I
have at the moment."
"Very well. You must understand that your particular heritage is
from the Shikima. They are demons that reflect human's darker sexual
needs. All Demons are embodiments of the primal vices of the human
race. Some embody anger, others hatred, fear, cruelty, the Shikima
embody lust. They feed on the sexual energy of human beings. When
you were with those boys your body automatically drained them of their
sexual energy. It was a surplus of that energy, more than your body
could handle, that caused the change."
Nabiki nodded "It was like I had no control over my own body.
Every time I thought I had a handle on it, I'd lose control. If
Shampoo had not shown up, I don't know what would have happened."
"Ah, Shampoo. Indeed, that is another aspect you must be aware
of." Nabiki looked at Cologne questioningly. "Did you notice
anything different about Shampoo?"
"Not really."
Cologne shook her head in dismay. "I thought you more observant
than that."
"Hey, I've been a little distracted."
"You have no training in channeling your Chi, or Ki as it is
called here. To your demonic part, the sexual energy you absorbed is
very similar to Ki. Your demonic side can make use of that energy
much easier than your human side can. As a result, it uses that
energy to manifest itself more fully. However, there is a limit to
how much it can store. When you reached that limit, it started to
channel energy down the link you share with Shampoo. When you to came
together in the alley, the energy flow intensified. All the energy
you had accumulated flowed into Shampoo, who has much more training in
containing her Ki. Even so, the amount of energy you fed her was far
more than her training allowed her to store easily. This caused her
to undergo some physical changes, just as you did. If you look
closely at her eyes you will see that the pupils are slightly slitted,
and that her ears have altered shape slightly. I believe that her
curse shaped the direction the changes took. If you are not careful,
you could eventually change her fully into her cursed formed
permanently. As it is, I believe she will carry the changes she now
wears permanently.
Nabiki looked stricken. "Is she alright?"
"She is fine. I don't think she is even aware of the changes
herself yet. There is also the manner of her behavior, as we saw just
now. She may be able the handle the energy better than you, but there
is still a strong aphrodisiac quality to the particular energy you
give off. Being soul-bonded to you, Shampoo absorbs that energy
easily. Sitting next to you for as long as she just did is liable to
lead to more of that sort of behavior. I would recommend strongly
that you not spend a lot of time in her company in public until you
can control your leakage better. If you must spend time with her it
would be better if it were in private, or while she is in her cat
form."
Nabiki shook her head. "I don't like this. I don't like this at
all. There must be something I can do to stop this from happening."
"Avoid males, at least avoid sex with them. I would also advise
you to begin training your body. If you can train your human side to
contain and control your Ki, you will be able to more fully control
your demonic side. Until you are fully in control of your own body,
you run the risk of losing your humanity. I would be very sad to see
that happen." The way Cologne phrased that left Nabiki feeling very
uneasy. She had a feeling the sadness would have something to do with
her untimely demise.
"But that would not stop you from doing what would have to be
done." Nabiki said in a flat tone.
Cologne looked at her. "Indeed, If you manifest your demonic
ancestry fully, and cease to exist as Tendo Nabiki, I would take the
steps necessary. It need not come to that however, if you apply
yourself, you should be able to learn to control your new nature."
"Could you help me in that?"
"I could, but Shampoo can do it just as well as I. But we can
only aid you partially. You need to learn to control your sexual
hunger. That is your weak point."
"I've always had pretty good control in that regards."
"I see. So, why did you not stop the activity in the alley
before it went too far. I know you must have reached a physical level
where you were more than a match for them fairly early in the
encounter."
"I . . . I don't know. I never even thought of it."
"That is the problem. You now have needs, and whether you wish
it or not, you will seek to satisfy those needs. Unless you come to
grips with your own desires, you will always be in danger of losing
your humanity."
"And you can't train me in that?"
Cologne looked disgusted. "Please, do I look like Happy? . . ."
Nabiki arched an eyebrow at her. "Let me rephrase that. Do you think
I'm some sort of pervert? I'm afraid you're on your own in that
regard. Shampoo can help you practice, but as for the actual
training. I wouldn't even know where to start." Cologne's look
became thoughtful. "There is one, but no, you do not want to have
anything to do with her."
"This would be that person who I don't know?"
"Lao Kung. That is the name she goes under now."
"It sounds familiar."
"You may have heard it before, she has a certain notoriety among
a small segment of the population. One you would know more of than
I."
"Why not ask for her help? Is she not to be trusted?"
"In a word, no. She would be happy to take both you and Shampoo,
and would train you fully. But for her own ends. There are many in
the world who would pay handsomely for a Chinese Amazon who has been
trained by Lao. But that price would be a fraction of what they would
pay for a trained Shikima. No. I think you would be very lucky
indeed if your path never crossed her's. That however, still leaves
us with the problem of your training. For now all I can say is for
you to be on your guard. Avoid men. Shampoo will be able to help you
partially in that regard. Compliant as she seems, she has never liked
sharing, and unless you order her explicitly to do so, she is not
going to take well to you being with someone else."
Nabiki stiffened. "I run my own life. If I choose to indulge
myself, Shampoo will like it."
"And will you pursue that ideal at the risk to your humanity?
For that is what you risk. Tendo Nabiki could cease to exist."
Nabiki thought back to the alley. She had clear memories of the
whole thing, but only for the first few minutes could she truly say
the memories were her own. After that, she had been someone else.
Ranma and the others retained their minds when they changed form.
Nabiki had not done so. The truly horrifying thing was that there had
been no struggle. After the first few attempts to think clearly
failed, she had not fought to retain her self, she had simply ceased
to exist. "Very well, I will be careful."
Cologne smiled. "You can't know what a relief it is to deal with
someone who actually listens for a change."
"I guess I should get going. It's getting late and they will be
worried about me at home."
"That is not a problem. I called earlier. I told them you would
be staying here for a few days."
Nabiki looked at her in surprise. "A few days?"
"I thought it best. I was not sure what I would have to do, and
I felt it best to give myself some time. You are welcome to spend the
next several nights here. It will give you a chance to learn more
about your new condition without having to deal with people who know
you well. Besides, I'm sure you and Shampoo have much to 'talk'
about."
Nabiki looked at her in surprise, then she shook her head in
amazement. "You'll have to forgive me, but I find your attitude
toward this rather amazing. You come back after a week away, and find
that a year and a half of your life has been wasted. My sister and
Ranma are an item and not only is Shampoo out of the loop, she's
involved with a sex demon. Not only do you not try to alter the
situation, you encourage the sex demon. I keep waiting for the other
shoe to drop."
Cologne grinned at her. "It's not really all that surprising.
You must understand that you and Shampoo are married." She held up a
hand before Nabiki could protest. "Yes, married. In a manner more
profound than any ceremony or ritual could make you. That being the
case, I have no problem with you indulging in what any married couple
would do. Besides, from what Shampoo told me, it's only a matter of
time before you provide me with a great-great-grandchild. I'm an old
woman, and I may not have that much longer. So, as you can see, I
have my own motivations."
Nabiki still had her doubts, but then she thought about the
crowded conditions back home, and the chances of her being able to
have guaranteed privacy. "I'll take you up on your offer."

Shampoo walked in through the door, muttering to herself about
stupid boys who didn't look after their bikes properly. Nabiki looked
at her grease smeared figure and wrinkled her nose as the smell of
gasoline floated across the room. Turning to Cologne she arched an
eyebrow. Cologne merely shrugged. "It's your problem now. As I
said, just because you are soul-bonded does not mean you can not have
other loves."
Shampoo reappeared with a tool in her hand and made her way back
toward the front door.
"Shampoo!" Nabiki called, but the purple haired girl continued on
her way, still muttering to herself. "What on earth?" Nabiki said,
put out at being ignored. In front of her, Cologne gave a cackle of
delight. Getting off her bench seat, she hopped toward the back door.
"I'm going to visit a friend for a few hours. I'll leave you two
alone."
Nabiki got up from her own seat and stalked toward the door
Shampoo had just excited through. Following the sound of Shampoo's
voice, she walked around the corner of the restaurant and down a
narrow alley. She came across Shampoo sitting on the ground. The
Amazon was sitting in front of a large motor bike with an expensive
looking sidecar attached. Various pieces of machinery were spread
around Shampoo on the drop cloth she was sitting on. The purple
haired girl was frowning, but Nabiki sensed she was happy despite her
expression. Nabiki marched over to the girl, and reaching down,
grabbed her ear between two fingers. Shampoo started and twisted to
look at her.
"Nabiki!"
"That's right. Nabiki, the person you just walked by in the
restaurant without a thought."
"Shampoo sorry, her mind on new bike. Stupid boy no look after
right."
Nabiki shook her head in amazement. The Amazon's attitude was
something she had seen before with other people. More specifically,
the boys in the auto club at school. It was not something she had
ever expected to see with Shampoo. Who would have thought Shampoo was
a motorhead? "Clean up this mess and meet me in the bathroom in ten
minutes." Nabiki turned and walked away, then she stopped and turned
back. "Ten minutes, not one second more. Believe me, you do not want
to keep me waiting." The ice in Nabiki's voice sent a shiver down
Shampoo's spine, and she hurriedly started packing away the loose
parts for the night. The last few days had given her a healthy
respect for Nabiki's imagination. She well remembered the long spell
she had spent tied up and face down on Nabiki's bed, with vibrators
humming in both her openings, while Nabiki painted her initials on
Shampoo's butt with a fine brush. Just the memory was enough to make
her damp. Then she stopped what she was doing as a thought occurred
to her. With a sly grin on her face, she started taking her time
packing away the bike parts.

The Bathroom in the Nekohanten, like Ukyou's, consisted mainly of
a shower. Currently it was occupied only by a seriously pissed
Nabiki. The door opened, and a contrite looking Shampoo shuffled in.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in. Herself." Nabiki marched
over and hissed in Shampoo's face. "Thirty-three minutes. Correct me
if I'm wrong, but I believe I said to be here in ten."
"Shampoo sorry, she lose track of time."
"Oh, you only think your sorry right now. Wait a little while,
'then' you'll be sorry. Take that dress off!" Nabiki snapped out.
Shampoo hastily removed her ragged dress. It had faired badly that
day. Between the fight with Cologne, then the grease from the
motorcycle, it was not good for much more than rags now. Nabiki
seemed to share that assessment. "Tear it into strips." She ordered,
and again Shampoo hastily obeyed. She ripped the tattered fabric into
several long strands before Nabiki was satisfied.
"Drop all of those but one, and give me your hands," she said.
Taking the strip from Shampoo she tied the girl's hands together.
"Get into the shower and hook your hands over the showerhead!" Nabiki
watched as Shampoo did this, the frown never leaving her face.
Looking around the bathroom for inspiration, she spied a small push
broom. She examined the broom handle closely, then unscrewed the
wooden handle from the head. Curling her forefinger around it, she
checked the diameter, then stretched her arms out so she could grip
each end. Finally she swatted it a few times into the open palm of
one of her hands, making a meaty thwack each time she did so. All the
time she was checking the qualities of the broom handle, she was
looking at Shampoo, her gaze frosty. Shampoo was looking at the broom
handle, an uncertain look on her face.
Nabiki grinned, an expression that did nothing to make Shampoo
feel any less nervous. Nabiki set the broom stick aside, leaning it
against the sink. She marched over to the shower stall. Reaching in,
she turned on the hot water, a second later a cat was tangling from
the shower head, held there by the fabric wrapped loosely around her
front paws. "Hang in there, baby," Nabiki said, and a second later
the water heated, and Shampoo regained her normal form. Nabiki
grabbed the cold water tap, but did not turn it until the hot water
from the tap was hot enough to start reddening Shampoo's skin. Then
she adjusted the water to a more comfortable temperature, took off her
own clothes and got in the shower with Shampoo.

Nabiki removed the ornaments from Shampoo's hair, and let it fall
free down the bound Amazon's back. Moving it into the stream of water
she let it get well soaked, then she turned off the water. Taking a
bottle of shampoo from a ledge in the shower, she poured a goodly
amount on her hand and began to lather Shampoo's hair, working up a
good froth.
"So, what is it with you and motorbikes?" she asked as she worked
to get the dirt and grime out of Shampoo's hair.
Shampoo, who had been enjoying the feeling of having her hair
washed, came out of her pleasurable daze at Nabiki's question. "When
Shampoo's father come to village, he have motor bike."
"Your father was an outsider?"
"Yes, he teacher at school in Beijing. Government say he think
he special, but not special, they send him to live on farm near Amazon
village."
"I've heard of that, they sent all the highly educated people out
to pick rice."
"That right. It very hard for him, he not young, he get sick."
"Hold on. He was old, and so out of shape that picking rice made
him sick, how did he manage to beat your mother."
"Village elder, he related to Amazons. Great-Grandmother, she
sometime go to village and look after sick. She go when Shampoo's
father sick. Shampoo's mother come to learn art of healing. Great-
Grandmother make father feel better, but he still not well. Shampoo's
mother, she come back with more medicine next day. She see Shampoo's
father playing chess by self. He ask if she knew how play. Shampoo's
mother best player in village, not even Great-Grandmother beat her.
She say, she know how to play, a little. Father, mother, they play.
Father, very good, he beat mother, so she marry him."
"Nani? She married him because he beat her at chess?"
"Is unusual, but chess is art of war, so Shampoo's mother say he
beat her in fight. Shampoo's mother no want to marry man who got
nothing in head."
"I can understand that. What has all this to do with you and
motorcycles though?"
"Father move to village, marry mother, bring bike. Shampoo born,
grow up. Father's bike very old, always breaking. Father like
playing with bike, he take apart, he put together, make run. In
Amazon village, man looks after children. Shampoo stay with father
when she very young, she watch, she learn, she help. Shampoo get
older, father teach to ride. He get too old to ride, he give Shampoo
bike. She work very hard to keep running. Great-Grandmother, she
make Shampoo stop. She say Shampoo never be warrior if she waste all
time with bad smelling junk. She say Shampoo got legs, Shampoo learn
how to use. Shampoo do what Great-Grandmother say, but she always
miss Father's bike. Now Shampoo have bike of own."
SMACK, Nabiki took a hand out of Shampoo's foamy hair and smacked
her on the bottom. "Slaves don't own things, they are things. If you
are very good, I may let you use 'my' bike."
"Shampoo be very good!" Shampoo said emphatically.
"The way you were very on time?"
"Shampoo _Murf_"
Nabiki covered Shampoo's mouth with a suds-covered hand. Leaning
in so her body pressed against the heavy water-soaked mane of
Shampoo's hair, she said, "I do not want to hear that you are sorry."
Nabiki moved her hand away, and Shampoo tried to discretely spit out
the soap that had gotten into her mouth. Nabiki ignored her and tuned
on the water. The water in the pipes was still warm, so Shampoo
stayed human. Nabiki began the tedious job of rinsing out Shampoo's
hair.
Nabiki had never been into girlfriends, slumber parties, and
doing each other's hair. However, she was finding washing Shampoo's
massive mane quite relaxing, much the same way petting Shampoo in her
cat form was. She was almost sorry when the last bit of soap was
rinsed away. Gathering the sodden hair up into one tight bundle, she
wrung it out, and then used a scrap of cloth to first tie it into a
large pony tale, and then to fasten it to Shampoo's wrists where they
were fastened over the shower head, getting it up and away from
Shampoo's grease and oil smeared body.
Soaping up a cloth, she began to wash Shampoo's body. If washing
Shampoo's hair had been relaxing, washing her body was anything but.
Nabiki felt herself growing excited as she ran her hands over
Shampoo's slick flesh. She did not linger on any one area, but
neither did she hurry. Taking her time, she washed every inch of
Shampoo. She knelt to do her legs, and smiled to herself as Shampoo's
breath became faster and faster the farther up her legs she washed.
Nabiki ran her hands up the inside of Shampoo's legs, and around
them till she was kneading Shampoo's ass. She ran the soapy washcloth
deeply into Shampoo's cleft, and the Amazon lifted herself up on her
toes as Nabiki scrubbed her sex briskly.
Nabiki frowned as her bare hand became aware of an unfamiliar
texture. She turned Shampoo so the girl was facing her, and knelt.
She examined Shampoo's groin carefully and was surprised to see that
Shampoo had a very light dusting of fur, so fine as to be almost
invisible. The fur seem to radiate out from her sex for a several
inches, then fade away. Her pubic hair was also of a different
texture, much softer, more fur-like than hair-like. Nabiki remembered
what Cologne had told her about Shampoo being altered slightly from
the excess energy she had absorbed from Nabiki. This must be some
manifestation of that. She lightly stroked the bound girl's pubic
mound, enjoying the soft fur that had replaced her coarser pubic hair.
Shampoo thrust her hips at Nabiki's stroking hand, and a moan escaped
from her lips. Nabiki continued to stroke her, and Shampoo's moans
became more and more insistent, the motion of her hips more frantic.
Then the hot water ran out.

Nabiki walked into Shampoo's bedroom, her wet hair done up in a
towel, while she held another towel in her hands. Inside the second
towel, a disgruntled Shampoo was mewling in a complaining tone as
Nabiki briskly rubbed the water out of her fur.
"Oh stop your complaining!" Nabiki snapped, holding the still
damp cat up in front of her face. "It served you right. The next
time I tell you I want you somewhere in a certain length of time, do
it. Don't go thinking yourself all clever and trying to con me into
something."
"Merp?"
"Yes, you. Don't give me that innocent look. You think I don't
know what you were doing, taking all that time. I saw the way you
looked at me when I was playing with the broom handle. You were
expecting me to do something 'interesting' with it. Well, guess
again. I told you if you were late, you'd regret it. Well I always
keep my promises. You expected to get punished for being late, and
you're going to. Just not the way you expected. You listen here.
For the next five days, you are a cat. I don't want you even going
close to a cup of tea. If you change forms for anything short of an
emergency, I'll stick you in a cat cage and put you in a boarding
kennel for a week. Do we understand each other?"
A downcast Shampoo nodded her head. Nabiki nodded her own
firmly. "Good. Now lets get to bed. It's been a busy day, and I
need my sleep." Nabiki threw back the blankets on Shampoo's futon and
slipped both herself and Shampoo under them. Laying on her back, she
held Shampoo up once again so they were face to face. Then, before
the surprised cat could react, she pulled her in and kissed her.
Kissing a cat was strange, and Nabiki was pretty sure it was not
something that was likely to catch on, but she held the kiss for
several seconds, stroking her hand through Shampoo's fur. The
surprised Shampoo responded after a second. Her small pink tongue
darting forward to lick Nabiki's.
Nabiki broke the kiss and cuddled Shampoo to her breasts. "That
was for in the alley, and in the dining room a little while ago.
Don't expect me to go soft or anything, but I love you, kitten."
"Merppp!?"
"Yes! You do have to stay a cat for the full five days. I may
love you, but I'm not going to put up with any nonsense from you. Now
go to sleep." Nabiki closed her eyes, and Shampoo followed suit.
Soon the sound of steady breathing indicated they were both fast
asleep. Shampoo lay curled up between Nabiki's breasts, rising up and
down as Nabiki breathed in and out.

Well, that's the end of this one. I'm sorry I took so long to get to
it. Real Life stomped on me.

I would like to thank Wade Tritschler and John Rasmussen. Without
them this would not be nearly as readable as it is. Their help with
grammar has been a big aid in giving me the confidence to write. Wade
has not done any lemons . . . Yet. But anyone who has written a story
where Akane and Shampoo become lovers is not far from falling over the
edge into Hentai-hood.
You can find his stories at:
<http://www.fortunecity.com/lavender/attenborough/249/index.htm>
Try his stories out. They're very good.
Also, check out many of the fine stories archived at his site.
They include, A very Scary Thought, or Nabiki 1/2. In it you will
find the very interesting character Lano Cain, or Madam Lao Kung,
Pirate, White Slaver, Man Eating Tigress, and many other things. She
is a creation of Shadowmane, and if you like this story, you will very
much like the story arc she appears in.

I'd like to thank all my other pre-readers, and especially Green Eyes,
my red headed, Ranma-chan wana be. Her boundless enthusiasm has gone
a long way toward keeping me motivated. Thanks.

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