[Ranma/LBG][FanFic][Lemon] The Shikima Interface - Chapter 4

[T.H. Tiger]

The Shikima Interface
Chapter Four -- School Daze.

A fan fiction based on the Manga by Rumiko Takahashi, Ranma 1/2, and
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."

Concerning Ranma and Akane, while they are using their new names,
Ranko and Akira, I will only use those names when they are interacting
with someone who is not aware of the truth, or when they are spoken
aloud.

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 a dose
of Instant Nanniichuan, has developed an attraction to Shampoo in
return.
Nodoka on learning of Ranma's condition, reluctantly decided that
her new daughter would have to learn how to behave as a girl in order
to not bring dishonor on to the Saotome name.
Wanting to keep their condition a secret, Ranma and Akane have
decided to pose as Akane's fictional cousins, Akira and Ranko.
Confused, go and read the first three chapters at:
The Sakura lemon page.
<http://anime.muck.com/~sakura/>
Rteker's lemon page
<http://members.aol.com/RTeker/Lemons.html>
Or the RAAC archive.

Now join us as Ranma and Akane enjoy their first day in their new
roles.

"Ranko? . . .Ranko? . . . RANKO!!!"
"Huu . . . what? O Akane. What's the matter?" Ranma looked
down at the tall, dark-haired boy who was walking parallel to the
fence she was currently strolling along the top of. She had been deep
in thought until Akane had pulled her back to the real world.
"Would you get down from there _Ranko_," Akane said, emphasizing
Ranma's new name, in a pointed reference to her slip in regards to
Akane's alias.
"Why, _Akira_?" Ranma drawled back.
"Because girls do not walk on fences, and you promised your
mother that you would try not to disgrace your family."
"Disgrace! How is walking on a fence going to disgrace my
family? Shampoo rides her bike on it. Does she disgrace her family?"
"Don't use that tramp as an example, besides she usually wears
pants."
Ranma broke into Akane's lecture. "That reminds me, what was
with Nabiki and Shampoo this morning? I mean, if you ever told me
Nabiki would be carrying Shampoo around like a house pet, I'd have
said you were crazy."
"I don't think it was Shampoo," Akane said thoughtfully.
"Huu, why not?"
"Because, when I went downstairs later, and asked your mother
where Nabiki was, she said that Nabiki had borrowed my cat carrier,
and taken her new pet to the vet."
"Your cat carrier," Ranma said in alarm. "Why do you have a cat
carrier?"
Akane flushed. "Never mind, that's not important. What is
important is that Shampoo would never let Nabiki shove her into a cat
carrier." Akane grimaced as he recalled how long the scratches had
taken to heal. "And even if Nabiki did somehow manage to get her into
it, there is no way she would have taken her to the vet. Nabiki is
too smart to make Shampoo that mad at her. No, this must be some scam
of hers. Somewhere she's found a cat that looks like Shampoo's cursed
form, and she plans to use it somehow to make money."
"How?"
Akane shuddered. "I don't know, and I don't care. I plan to
stay as far away from Nabiki's schemes as I can, at least the ones I
can avoid," he modified slightly, thinking of his and Ranma's current
situation. "Anyway, that's not important right now. What is
important, is your unfeminine behavior. It was bad enough when you
did it before when you wore pants. Now you're wearing a school
uniform."

"Go ahead, rub it in." Ranma said in a bitter tone. "It's bad
enough I'm stuck as a girl, but mom wants me to dress and act like
one." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing, one of Akane's
uniforms altered to fit her. Her mother had splurged on other, more
feminine clothing, but Nabiki had pointed out that Akane had a whole
closet full of clothes that would be going to waste, and one school
outfit was the same as any other.
"And this thing is too tight in the chest as well." Ranma looked
at Akane from out of the corner of her eye, to see if the jibe had
gone home. She frowned in disappointment. Akane had gone red in the
face, but he made no move to attack Ranma. Ever since Akane had
knocked her across the dojo the other day, he had been treating her
with kid gloves. It was beginning to grate on her nerves. After the
shopping expedition of the day before, she needed something to get her
mind off what was happening to her.
Of course relieving stress was not the only reason she was
annoyed Akane would not fight with her.
Ranma loved fighting with Akane. For most of her life the only
time she got the undivided attention of a loved one was when they were
fighting. When she had started to have feelings for Akane, she had
not known how to express them. So she had fallen back on old habits,
and teased and tormented Akane until she would lash out in anger.
Then Ranma would have the security of knowing she had Akane undivided
attention. Sure it was painful, but she had been dealing with pain
her whole life. Physical pain she could deal with. It was the other
type of pain she could not handle. So she started fights to avoid
having to deal with that other type of pain.
She might not have been able to hit back, Akane being a girl and
all, but when Akane was bothered enough to hit her, then at least she
knew Akane cared. It was the times when Akane did not try to hit her
that she worried. Always before it had been when Akane was truly
angry with her, that she restrained herself. This time it was
something different, and in its own way even more worrisome.
This morning when Ranma had tried to get Akane to spar with her
before school in his male form, she had refused. Ranma knew she would
not be able to let loose against a female Akane. However, she had
ample evidence that Akane's male form was a worthy opponent. She had
expected Akane to jump at the chance. Look at all the times she had
tried to get Ranma to spar full out with her. So Ranma had been
surprised when she refused. Then, to make Ranma really annoyed, Akane
had even had the nerve to say that Ranma was too weak to fight her
male form, and for her to wait till she was stronger.
It was infuriating, but Ranma had coped with a non-violent Akane
before. Now, just as she had done on previous occasions, Ranma was
going out of her way to try and get a rise out of Akane, but nothing
she was doing seemed to work. She focused back on Akane, who had
calmed himself enough to start talking.

"That is not the point!" Akane gritted out from between clenched
teeth, referring to Ranma's complaints about having to wear girls
clothing. He was more than a little annoyed at her constant carping.
The way Ranma had been acting since this morning, you would think she
was trying to make him hit her! Well, he was not going to do it! He
had barely tapped Ranma a few days ago, and she had flown twenty feet
through the air. It was only pure luck that she had landed in the Koi
pond. Then just yesterday, another casual blow had sent the small
girl flying across the dojo. Even if Ranma was not ready to admit it
yet, she was no where near as durable or strong as she had been.
"You are walking on a fence, in a skirt! Every boy who walks by
just has to look up to see your panties. Why do you think I never
walked up there?"
"Don't know. Because you're clumsy?" Ranma said with a shrug of
her shoulders.
Akane again gritted her teeth and this time counted to ten before
continuing. "No you baka! I could have done it easily! I just didn't
want to give all the perverts on the way to school a free show. Now
get down from there before your mother finds out about it."
"I suppose you're the one that'll tell her." Ranma said with a
sniff. She was stilled peeved at the fact that her mother had
appointed Akane as her trainer in feminine behavior. Akane!! What
was her mother thinking? Asking Akane the Gorilla to teach some one
how to be more of a girl was ridiculous. O sure she realized how much
she liked Akane. No! . . . How much she loved Akane, but that did not
mean she had suddenly gone blind in regards to Akane's lack of girly
skills. What made her mother action really galling, was how Akane had
been behaving lately. She put those thoughts into words.
"Seems pretty low, considering you're the one that's been staring
up my dress for the last five minutes. What's the matter? Your
shorts too tight all of a sudden?"

Akane flushed as Ranma's words hit a little too close to home.
The fact was, he had been looking, and that his body had reacted to
what he had seen. He had been noticing that it was taking less and
less to get him aroused in the last few days. It was not just his
male body either. He had sneaked in and taken a bath with Ranma the
night before, after they had gotten home from Nodoka's shopping
expedition. That had led to a very intense and satisfying encounter.
Both Ranma and her had given each other a great deal of mutual
pleasure. The thing was, three days ago she would not have dreamed of
doing such a thing. Last night however, it had seemed the most
natural thing in the world.
He looked at Ranma standing on the fence, grinning at him, as if
she was reading Akane's mind. He began to get annoyed. He clenched
his fists in an effort to control himself. Damn her, he thought, just
one, just one little punch. He fought himself back under control. If
only she was not so tiny, he thought. His new body was just so big.
He felt as if everything around him was made of glass. He had already
destroyed several chunks of the dojo in an effort to learn how to
handle his new body, simply because he had no idea of its strength.
At times it was almost frightening how strong he was.
He was afraid he would hurt Ranma badly if he lost his temper and
hit her. It was as bad as the time Ranma ate the magic mushrooms, and
had the body of a six-year-old . . . The recollection of that
incident suddenly stirred a memory.

Ranma felt a chill as Akira's expression went from barely
restrained anger to almost glee . . . and something else, an
expression Ranma had been seeing far more often lately then she cared
for.
"Ranma, do you remember the time you ate Ryouga's magic
mushrooms, and you ended up with the body of a six year old?"
"Yeaaa . . ." Ranma said, in a hesitant voice, trying to figure
out where Akane might be going with that question, and failing. "What
about it?"
"Do you remember what I did when you acted like a spoiled brat?"
"You wouldn't?!" Ranma said in shock, moving down the fence, away
from Akane. At the same time she cupped her hands protectively over
her bottom.
Akane looked at her, and the something else in his gaze was now
much clearer. "O I don't know," he said, in a dreamy voice. "I
rather think I might enjoy turning you over my knee again, pulling
those little panties you hate so much down to your knees, swatting
that cute little ass of yours until it turns cherry red. Then who
knows, maybe I could think of something else to do after that." As he
had been talking, his face had grown flushed and he had moved closer
to Ranma.
Ranma suddenly jumped down from the fence and walked in a circle
around the red faced Akane. "Ok, ok. If you're going to make such a
big deal out of it, I'll walk on the stupid sidewalk." As she passed
by Akane, she muttered, "Pervert!"
Akane started, he looked at her retreating back for a moment in
surprise, and then said. "Un-cute tomboy." Ranma stopped abruptly,
and turning back, stared at him with a shocked look on her face. Her
expression shifted quickly, the look of surprise left her face, a grin
twitched at the corner of her mouth, and was answered by a soft
chuckle from Akane. She started to giggle, and then they both broke
down and howled with laughter.

"I needed that," Ranma said a few minutes later as they resumed
their walk toward school. "I'm feeling a bit nervous." She confessed.
"You're nervous!" Akane exclaimed. "What about me? At least
you've been to school as a girl before."
"You're right, and that's why I'm nervous. I think all this
disguise stuff is a waste of time. Hiroshi and Daisuke will recognize
me for sure. Not to mention Ukyou."
"Well you'll have to avoid Ukyou for a bit I agree, but I doubt
you'll have any trouble with Hiroshi or Daisuke."
"Huu, why's that?"
"Because, except for your face, Nabiki has changed everything
about your appearance. I seriously doubt that either of those two
perverts spent a lot of time looking at your face when you were
female."
"Hey, I'm a guy and they know it."
"A guy with a body that perverts go to sleep for, just so they
can dream about it. Look how you were always Happosai's favorite.
Face it. Those two couldn't keep their eyes off of your chest or your
ass any time you were a girl."
"Hmp, sounds like someone else I know, only he has a hard time
keeping his hands off as . . . EEEp!!" Ranma raised up on her
tiptoes as Akane reached between her legs and lifted.
"What was that?"
"Just a joke, just a joke!!" Ranma hurriedly said as she felt
Akane's forefinger pressing into the cleft of her sex through the thin
fabric of her panties.
"That's better," Akane said, as he withdrew his hand, a happy
look on his face. This is great, he thought to himself. Maybe I
can't hit Ranma anymore, but this is a lot more fun, and much more
effective at shutting Ranma up. He started looking forward to the
next time Ranma mouthed off. Then guiltily, he realized that maybe he
should save it up until they were someplace more private. He looked
up and down the street to see if anyone had seen his very un-brotherly
behavior. It would not do to blow their cover before they even got to
school.

While Akane was looking for witnesses to his indiscretion, a fed
faced Ranma was fighting down the sensations that Akane's fingers had
sent racing through her body.
She had been avoiding intimate contact whenever possible between
the two of them today. Ranma was determined to give in as little as
she could to her new female feelings. For the most part she had been
successful, but when Akane had touched her, all her vows went out the
window. Her body started crying out for more, and her little hole
started to throb for something hot and hard to fill it.
The problem was that Akane seemed to be going out of his way to
touch her. He didn't seem to care where they were, or whether he was
male or female. Just look at the way she had behaved the other day.
It was more than just the physical sensation however.
Whenever Akane held her, it was as if a missing part of her had
been returned. She was starting to wonder if she was going to be able
to hold out until the potion wore off, and she was a guy again. She
had taken to visualizing that happy time, trying to use that to focus
her determination. It was similar to what she had done before any
serious fight, but this time she was not trying to imagine the punches
she would throw or block. She had tried picturing herself making love
to Akane as a male. Tried to imagine what it would be like to sink
his hard cock into Akane's trembling, passion flushed body.
However she kept losing focus, and the image in her mind would
change to her and Akane-kun, and then before she knew it, it would be
Akane's massive member plundering her little vessel she was
visualizing.
It was getting harder and harder to call up the memories of what
it felt like to be a man. It had only been three days, but it felt
like she had been stuck as a female for months. Maybe it was because
of all the time she had spent as a female as a result of her curse.
Maybe a little femaleness had leaked through the shield the full
Jusenkyo curse set up to protect the victims core personality. The
shield that Ryouga's potion had stripped away from her mind. Maybe
all that time as a female had accumulated, and then when she drank the
potion, it had all came tumbling down on her at once.
Breathing deeply she managed to bring her heart beat back down to
near normal. Then looking for something to take her mind off of her
worries she chastised Akane. "Geez, Akane, are you 'trying' to mess
up? You want us to blow this before we even get to school?"
Akane looked contrite. "Sorry," he said. Inside however, his
mind was filled with this new concept in punishing Ranma for her
mouthiness. His cock firmed as his thoughts took a particularly lewd
turn, and the pressure made him realize that he had better cool those
thoughts, if he did not want to show up at school with a big bulge in
his pants. He started reviewing the math homework he had been
assigned on the day before all this happened, and as his mind dwelt on
the intricacies of Algebra, the bulge in his trousers slowly subsided.

As they resumed their walk to school, Akane's thoughts turned
back to his recent indiscretion, trying to look at it dispassionately,
so as to reduce the risk of another session of Algebra. What was
wrong with him? He had never felt this out of control before. He had
managed to conceal his feeling for Ranma for over a year. Then three
nights ago, he got his curse, and finally bedded her. Now that he had
finally lived his dreams, he couldn't seem to keep his hands off of
her, and it was getting worse. Every time they were together he could
not pull his eyes away from her body. He would find himself idly
picturing her writhing in passion.
His dreams were full of images of him making love to her in every
possible position his imagination could supply, and thanks to some
magazines he had stuffed under his mattress that was quite a few.
That was not the biggest change though. Once he had dreamed of
making sweet love to Onna-Ranma as a female, but now more and more,
his dreams were of him doing so as a man. What was happening to him?
Did the fact that he was a lesbian mean he was really a boy at heart?
Had the curse just brought out the real him? He did not want to think
so. Despite his liking for girls, he had always liked feminine
things. Like cooking and sewing. Of course as Ranma was always quick
to point out, he had never been very good at them. Maybe he really
had been a man trapped in a girl's body all this time. This
depressing thought was interrupted by an annoyed voice coming from
beside him.

"A_k_i_r_a!" Ranma hissed. "We're almost there, would you start
paying attention! I think maybe we're expected." Ranma's voice held a
hint of trepidation. Akane looked up to see what was bothering her,
and almost backed up a step when he saw dozens of pairs of eyes
staring at them. Every student near the school's gate had stopped
whatever they had been doing, and were now staring intently, in some
cases hungrily, at them.
"What on earth?!" he blurted out.
"I think maybe Nabiki has something to do with this." Ranma said,
gesturing with her eyes to where Nabiki was standing in her usual spot
for taking care of business. She was doing a brisk trade this
morning, selling folders by the handful from a box sitting on the
ground beside her.
As soon as the students around her noticed Ranko and Akira, they
stampeded to join the crowd that already surrounded the school's front
gate. The crowd of students had arranged themselves in a large semi
circle half a dozen students in depth. This gave the best view to the
most people, but it also completely blocked the entrance to the school
yard.
Their appearance had resulted in Nabiki being left on her own,
but she did not seem disappointed at being abandoned by her customers.
That situation made Akane more than a little nervous. When Nabiki
seemed unworried about losing money, watch out. It usually meant she
was busy picking your pocket. As he fretted about what Nabiki might
be up to, Akane began to make out words and sentences coming from the
crowd.
"Boy, he's big . . . so cute . . . handsome . . . she's alright
. . . Ranma was better built . . . Ranma was a guy. . . . O no,
not her!!"
The last statement was accompanied by a stirring in the crowd, as
several students directing their gaze upwards. Akane followed their
eyes, and became aware of a figure falling toward them from above.
Picking up Ranma under one arm, much to her consternation, he leaped
backward. Ranma's objections disappeared when she saw who was coming.
As soon as Akane set her down, she ducked behind him, hiding herself
from the figure that had landed lightly a few feet from where they had
just been standing. The newcomer smiled, and then held up both hands
showing her peaceful intentions.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you, or scare your sister" she
said placatingly. "It's just that these jackasses didn't leave any
other way of getting near you. I'm Ukyou. Did Ranma or Akane mention
me?"
"Aa yes, sort of, they said you were a friend of theirs."
The tenseness seemed to flow out of Ukyou, and she relaxed. "I'm
glad. Considering that I almost killed Akane a couple of months ago,
I thought they might have harsher words. Like, stay away from that
crazy bitch!" Ukyou's voice was light, but the pain behind the words
was obvious.
"O no," Akane exclaimed. "They said you apologized for that, and
they made up with you."
"So they did mention it. I can't blame them, I would have."
Ukyou said, her voice indicating she was a little hurt, despite her
words.

Akane was at a loss for what to say. Ukyou had been devastated
by her behavior at the wedding, where her flour bombs had very nearly
done severe, and terminal damage to Akane and Ranma. Shaken by what
she had almost done in her obsessive pursuit of Ranma, she had locked
up the restaurant. Then in the privacy of her tiny apartment, she had
proceeded to get monumentally plastered for the first time in her
life.
It was not until Akane had broken down the door, looking for a
little pay back, that her days long binge was interrupted. Akane had
dragged the sodden Ukyou into the bathroom, and after stripping her,
had shoved her into the shower stall and turned on the cold water.
For a half hour she had held the naked, soused Ukyou under the ice
cold water. It was only when the shivering girl started to turn blue
that she relented, and let her out from under the icy deluge. Then
after nearly rubbing her raw with a coarse towel, she had dragged
Ukyou down to the kitchen and made black coffee.
Considering that the ratio of coffee to water was very nearly one
to one, it had proven very effective in sobering Ukyou the rest of the
way up. The fact that Akane used ground coffee, instead of instant,
may have helped as well. Ukyou might have sobered up just to avoid
another cup. Finally however she was aware enough to recognize Akane.
She had tried to flee from Akane's accusing eyes, but was still too
weak. Unable to fight, unable to run, bereft of the false comfort of
the bottle she had dissolved into tears, the final refuge of those who
have lost all other means of expressing themselves.
For the next two hours Ukyou had cried on Akane's shoulder,
alternating muffled apologies, with soul deep sobbing. When she had
finally cried herself out, several things had occurred. Akane had
forgiven Ukyou, and Ukyou had renounced her claim on Ranma. In her
own words, "I'm not worthy of his love."

Akane had slapped her.

The brawl that followed had nearly destroyed the interior of the
restaurant, but when it was done Ukyou was over much of her self pity,
and she and Akane were on the way to being much better friends. Ukyou
had stuck by her vow to end her engagement to Ranma however.
After that, it had taken Akane two weeks before she had managed
to get Ranma and Ukyou back together. Ranma was angry at Ukyou, and
had no idea of how to express it. Akane had finally bashed Ranma over
the head with a mallet and dragged him to Ucchan's. She had thrown
him inside and locked the door and not let either of them out until
they settled their differences. The silence inside had eventually
given way to yelling, and then a few more tables had been smashed, but
when it was over they were both friends again.

All this Akane knew, and could not say a word about. If he did,
then Ukyou would believe that her friends had been talking about her
behind her back. Akane had to say something however, and he fell back
on an old standby. Blame it on Nabiki, a very old standby in fact.
It had been replaced sometime ago with, blame it on Ranma, but that
would not work here.
"It's not like that." he said. "Cousin Nabiki wrote about the
wedding, and naturally we asked about it when we met Akane and Ranma.
They set us straight. They consider you one of their best friends.
They also said that there was not a better person to get to know in
Nerima. If you ever need a friend or a good meal just go to Ukyou,
they said."
Ukyou smiled brightly, and the uncertainly that had been apparent
in her expression vanished. Assurances of friendship and complements
on her food, always cheered her up. "I'm happy to hear that, and for
my first act of kindness, I'll help you get into school." Having said
this, she unsheathed her battle spatula from its usual position behind
her back, and turned and faced the horde of students that were
blocking the gateway. Under her fierce look they melted away,
clearing a path for the new students.
Ukyou walked with them until they reached the school entrance,
and then said. "I suppose you need to go and get registered, so I'll
see you when you get to class."
Ranma who had been trying her best to keep Akane's large body
between her and Ukyou, heaved a sigh of relief as the Okonomiyaki chef
left. She hated hiding from her best friend, but it was only for a
little while. Just till she was a he again, or at least back to being
a guy in a girl's body. Her current condition was just too
humiliating. It would be embarrassing if Ukyou should see her acting
like a girl, and of course she had to maintain her disguise for
Akane's benefit as well. Ranma was already considered a freak by
many, and nothing would really change that. Akane however was not,
and Ranma was not going to do anything that would jeopardize that.
She was only too aware of how much the sideways glances and the
whispered comments could hurt. She would be damned if she would let
Akane suffer that.

As they walked into the school, a figure dressed in Kempo garb
looked on in sadness. "Alas, and yet twas easily foretold," he
murmured to himself. "This mortal coil is bounded and of limited
girth, it groans anon to hold such wonders as my two beloveds. Nabiki
Tendo's images, however fair, could not foretell a third fair angel
come to earth. Some things are yet too bright to be believed."

Sighing, he turned to leave, but before he did so, he tucked the
rose he was carrying into a crack in the bark of the tree he had been
standing under. Then, a melancholy expression on his face, he left
for class. Behind him the red rose fluttered in the breeze, a bright
splash of color against the dark grey of the tree.

Later after a morning of paper work, and introductions to people
they already knew, it was lunch time.
"So what do you think?" Ukyou asked.
"Everyone seems to be staring at us all the time," Akane said.
And it was true. All day long he and Ranma had been the object of
attention for a large proportion of the student body. Most of the
girls and one or two of the guys in Akane's case, and the numbers
reversed for Ranma.
As well, they seemed to be the main topic of conversation that
day. Akane kept hearing rather embarrassing speculation concerning
the size of his fingers and feet. Considering he had sometimes
indulged in similar gossiping with his friends, he was under no
delusions about what they were speculating on. He had spent most of
the morning in a state of intense embarrassment.

Ranma had also been hearing speculative comments, but it was
nothing she had not heard before. The problem was that before it had
been a source of humor for her. Now, she was very much aware of the
reactions occurring behind her as she walked down the hall. The
knowledge that they were picturing her naked, and with their cocks
stuck in various parts of her body was no longer funny. She could
feel their eyes striping away her clothes, lusting at the form they
concealed, and to her distress her body was reacting to that
attention. She had already made several trips to the bathroom to dry
herself. Why hadn't she thought to bring a spare pair of panties, or
for that matter a pair of boxers? She could have changed into the
much more comfortable underwear at the first opportunity.
That had not been the worst of it however. The first time she
had needed to use the washroom, she had gone into the boy's by habit,
and then had spent 30 minutes trapped in a stall when two boys came in
for a surreptitious smoke. She had been in a state of panic that one
of them would decide to use the stall she was in. She was even afraid
of pulling up her panties for fear that the movement would attract
their attention. So she had sat there, her panties around her ankles
and her knees drawn up to her chin to keep her feet out of sight.
Then to make a stressful situation even worse, they had started
to talk about the new girl, and how much they'd like to nail her. It
had taken a little while to realize that the girl the were talking
about was her. The rest of their conversation was seared into her
mind, she doubted she would ever forget.
"Man I tell you, she's got a sweet mouth, I'd love to rest my
balls on her chin."
"Her mouth, that's just for starters man, I'd let her get my cock
nice and wet, and then I'd slid it up her ass."
"Right on man, god that butt of her's is sweet. Did you see the
way she was waving it at all the guys in class when the teacher
brought her and her brother in and introduced them to the class. God
I thought I'd shoot in my pants when she walked by. Did you see the
way she brushed against me. She wants it I tell you."
"Hey, do you suppose she's a virgin?"
"A virgin? God don't make me laugh, I bet she's had more cock
then the cafeteria has rice balls. You can tell just by looking at
her, I know a born cock sucker when I see one, and buddy if there ever
was one, she's it.
"You said it man, you just have to look at her to know that her
favorite position is flat on her back with her legs around some stud."
"Shit, look at time, Hinako-sensei will fry our ass if we don't
get back soon."
After the boys left Ranma had sat in the stall for another ten
minutes, curled up in a ball of misery. Was it true, was she acting
like a slut. She had no idea if it was the curse, or if she really
was what the boys had said she was. Her misery was further
accentuated by the fact that the images conjured up by the boys words
had caused reactions in her body, even though she felt nauseous at the
very idea of the things the boys had suggested there was still a
little part of her that reacted in a way that made her even sicker.
The only thing that eventually lightened her mood was finally
putting faces to the voices, and realizing they were two of the
biggest losers in the school. Even Gosunkugi was not as pathetic as
they were. Once she considered the source, she rapidly regained her
confidence. Those two were about as poor a judge of girls as there
was in the school. Even Hiroshi and Daisuke thought they were
pathetic. God she must have been a fool to take anything they said
seriously.

The rest of the morning had passed in a blur as she tried to
analyze her feelings. She found herself looking at the boys,
remembering what they looked like nude from the boys locker room.
Then she would look at the girls, trying to picture what they would
look like nude. Then she tried to picture herself having sex with
them. She was happy to find that the idea of having sex with the boys
made her nauseous at all times, while the girls still turned her on.
Then she looked at Akane, she found she had no trouble at all
picturing herself with Akane, male or female, and all her doubts came
crashing back down on her.
She had never been so glad to hear the lunch bell in her life,
and for her that was saying a lot.
She had originally seated herself beside Akane, but when she had
seen Ukyou coming she had excused herself and gone for a walk.
Careful avoiding the groups of boys that moved toward her where ever
she went. Then she began to grow angry at herself. She was behaving
like a scared little girl, hiding away because a few boys were getting
hardons as she walked by. Well, damn it, she wasn't afraid of
anything, and after Ryouga and Akane, she was dammed if she was going
to be scared of the limp dicks around here. She looked around, and
spotting a group of boys staring at her, started toward them.

"Your sister doesn't like me very much, does she?" Ukyou asked.
Akane choked on the mouthful of food he was chewing, and had to
be swatted on the back by Ukyou, until he got his breath back.
"Doesn't like you? Whatever gave you that idea?"
"Well, she avoids me. If she can't avoid me, she hides behind
you. Seems pretty clear to me."
"She's just shy." Akane said.
"Uhu." Ukyou replied, looking over at where Ranko was flirting
with a group of drooling boys. "If you say . . . " Ukyou trailed off
when she noticed that Akira had clenched his fist and shattered the
chop sticks in his hand. She followed his gaze and saw that he was
looking at the same scene she had just noticed. "Don't worry," she
assured him. "They're harmless. They are some boys she should avoid,
but that group's not one of them." Her words did not seem to have
much affect on the fuming Akira, but when Ranko wondered over to a
group of girls he calmed down enough to resume his conversation with
Ukyou.
"You were saying," he said in a strained voice.
"I was just saying that you shouldn't worry about your sister so
much. All the real creeps around here have learned to keep a low
profile in the school yard. The only real problem was a dirty old
pervert that kept invading the girls' change rooms and stealing
underwear and gym shorts, but Happosai hasn't been seen for more than
two months, not since the wedding."
"Thanks for telling me, but it wasn't my sister I was worried
about, she's not supposed to flirt with boys. I'm afraid I'm going to
have to read her the riot act later." Despite his calm words Ukyou
could see that Akira was simmering in anger. Then, to Ukyou surprise,
Akira's mood shifted suddenly, and he seemed happy for some reason.
"Yes, I really must discipline her." he said, in an abstracted
voice.
"Isn't that a little unusual?" Ukyou asked, "I mean you're almost
the same age. I'm surprised you're responsible for disciplining her."

Akane flushed with embarrassed, realizing he had said the last
out loud. He hastily engaged damage control "You're right. I was
just letting myself get carried away. Seeing as how we're away from
home for the first time, Mother made me promise to keep an eye on her,
and I guess I got carried away. You know how it is, a big brother has
to look out for his sister. I'm sure Ranko will be fine." Wanting to
change the subject, Akane said. "It's nice of you to go out of your
way like this. It makes it easier, having a friend right away."

"Any cousin of Akane's is a friend of mine." Ukyou said brightly,
and then wanted to kick herself for saying something so silly. When
Ranma had called her the day before and told her about the trip he and
Akane were going on, and the cousins that would be attending Furinkan
in their place, she had been depressed. She had just started to be
comfortable with Akane and Ranma again, and they were off. She had
always been a bit of a loner around the school. Ranma and Akane were
the only two people in the school she really ever connected with.
With them gone, she felt very isolated.
She had promised herself that she would not mope however. She
had to get on with her life, and one of the things she needed to do
that was a boy to take her mind off of Ranma. She might have given up
on the engagement, but that had not stopped her from dreaming about
him, and that way led back to the bottle, or to obsession, and she
wanted neither one of those options. She had tried them both, and had
not liked the outcome. Besides, she had promised Akane on her honor
that she would never go on a binge like that again, and she never
would. She smiled to herself, especially if it meant not ever having
to drink another cup of Akane's coffee. This all lead back to the one
possible solution, a boy, someone she would not have to share with
three other girls.
There was more than just companionship involved. She was
determined to prove to herself that she was attractive to boys, if not
with Ranma, then with some other boy she was attracted to. She wanted
very much to put completely behind her the memory of her last
relationship before she had discovered Ranma had come back to Japan.
That part of her life was over. She no longer had to pretend she was
a boy. She could be female now. She had no reason to date girls.
There was no longer any need to act in a masculine manner.
She cursed Tsubasa. If it had not been for that little
transvestite she could have gone on as she had been, living a solitary
and private life. When Tsubasa had hit on her however, and had
persisted in pursuing her, she had felt the need to refute the gossip
that started up, to protect both her family name and her secret. At
the time she did not have many options, and the only solution she
could come up with had seen her dating the sister of one of her
classmates.
Before Ukyou realized what was happening, it had gotten fairly
serious, and before she had broken it off, it had reached the point
where they were indulging in a little mutual petting. Before long
Ukyou had found herself starting to enjoy the feel of the other girl's
body. For a while Ukyou reveled in the unusual feeling of being loved
and wanted, but then rationality reared it's ugly head, forcing Ukyou
to break up with Kimiko. Their passion was beginning to get out of
hand, and Ukyou would not have been able to keep up the deception much
longer. The sock she had taken to stuffing down her pants would not
have fooled Kimiko much longer. It was only because Kimiko had never
dated a boy before that Ukyou had managed to get away with the
masquerade for as long as she had.

The whole episode had been a serious blow to her self image. She
had disguised her self as a boy, but she had never questioned her
sexuality until Kimiko. She had to find out if she could be
attractive to boys. She already knew that she was attracted to them.
The condition of her panties after a day of chasing Ranma had left no
doubt about that. Or did it? Ranma, that was the joker in the deck,
Ukyou thought. He was manly, no doubt as to that, but he was also a
very cute girl half the time. Which side of him was the cause of her
dreams and feelings. She had given up Ranma, but she was no closer to
discovering if she was truly still a girl deep down.
Now like an answer to a Maiden's prayers, here was Akira. He was
handsome, had the most beautiful brown eyes, and was a martial artist.
Most importantly he had not even blinked at Ukyou's unusual attire or
weapons. He had not even seemed to notice. He behaved as if he had
known her for ages, and did not give any indication that she was in
any way strange. Even the fact that Akane and Ranma had told him
before hand of her habits did not fully explain his indifference. He
truly must not mind how she appeared. Best of all, he was one hundred
percent male, she was definitely attracted to him, and no sane person
would ever question his masculinity. He fairly exuded machismo.
Playing for time she asked a minor question. "Is Ranko your
twin? I mean your the same age and all."
"No, actually she's adopted, but I have always felt very close to
her," Akira answered.
Swallowing Ukyou decided that she had beat around the bush
enough, time to ask the all important question. Do you have a
girlfriend? She was not going to waste time, and chance breaking her
heart again, by chasing after another lost cause. Just as she finally
worked up the nerve and opened her mouth to ask, she was interrupted.

"You there. Akira Tendo is it not? I would have words with you
in private!" Kuno Tatewaki said, in his usual pompous manner. He
gestured impatiently at Ukyou, clearly wondering why she was still
there. "If thou would kindly get thee hence, underclassman."
Ukyou did not want to lose her temper in front of Akira. Knowing
Nabiki had been keeping him informed of the doings in Nerima, she did
not want to chance confirming any of the wilder stories that he may
have heard. Especially as they were most likely true. So she stood
up and said. "I'll talk to you after school. Alright?"
"Looking forward to it." Akane said. Then he turned to Kuno as
Ukyou walked off, and said. "What may I do for you Sempai?"
"Good, I see thy manners are well kept, but does honor also lodge
within thy breast?"
Akane quirked an eyebrow at him. "I like to think so." Akane
knew where this was going, and sure enough the next words from Kuno
were.
"Then reveal unto me whence vile Saotome had spirited fair Akane,
thy cousin, and also my wondrous Pig Tailed Girl!"
"I'm sorry Sempai, but as I said, I like to think I have honor,
and I swore on mine that I would not reveal the location of my cousin
or her fiancee. I'm afraid you will have to seek elsewhere for your
information."
Akane really had sworn that. Nabiki had made both Ranma and
Akane swear on their honor to not reveal their location to anyone.
They had both thought it rather silly at the time, but now Akane was
glad of it. There was no way Kuno could ask him to break such an
oath. The last thing Akane wanted was for Kuno to spend the next few
days pursuing Akane in an effort to learn where his loves were.
Kuno was very nearly in tears. "But you must tell me! I am
constrained to stay here, or look you I might stumble and fail those
most grievous challenges that I must pass in order to take the name
Kuno to a wider world."
"The college entrance exams?" Akane asked curiously. He had
recently, in an effort to stave off boredom during Kuno's rants, been
trying to decipher his ranting.
"Indeed, you have the right of it. I must strive most diligently
in my chosen endeavors, for look you to fail would dishonor my
family." Kuno grasped Akane by the shoulders and gazed into his eyes.
It was all Akane could do to restrain his instinctual reaction to
being touched by Kuno. So instead of being rendered into a shapeless
pile of bruised and abraded flesh, Kuno continued to talk. "But I
cannot leave the fair Akane in such desperate danger!!"
Taking pity on the distraught Kendoest, Akane said. "You have
nothing to fear. My father and mother would never allow any thing to
befall Akane."
"I hope you are correct in your judgment." Kuno said, in a
depressed voice, "or heavy indeed will your conscience weigh on you.
I bid you farewell then." With that Kuno turned and strode away.
"Well, that was not so bad." Akane mused aloud, "some of Nabiki's
talent must be rubbing off on me." He thought for a moment, "I'd
still rather hit him though." He went back to his lunch, and his
dreams of the _talk_ he planned to have with a former redhead that
night.

"Fair maiden."
Ranma stiffened at the familiar voice, then she relaxed. After
having her life turned upside down, it was nice to know that some
things were constant. With almost a feeling of relief she turned to
face Kuno. "Do something for you?" She asked.
Kuno smiled broadly and spoke in a voice that dripped phoniness.
"It is I who can do something for you fair maid. I wish to greet you
and offer you welcome to our fair school. As a relative of the fair
Akane Tendo you are most welcome." His expression took on what he no
doubt thought of as a cunning look. "I understand you are from the
mountains. They are most beautiful this time of year. Which place do
you call home? Its beauty must be most severally diminished by your
absence."
"I'm not telling."
"I beg your pardon!?" The jovial expression fled from Kuno's
face.
"You want to know where Akane and Ranma are. I'm not telling."
Kuno looked sorrowful. "Woeful indeed to see another pure heart
taken in Saotome's evil schemes. Perchance since thou art far from
him his abhorrent spell will weaken. Therefore if you should chance
to change your heart come quickly to my waiting ear. Thou cans't yet
guess the foulness of Saotome."
Ranma had heard it all before. "Yea, yea, get on with it."
"That is all I have to say. I bid you good day, and do think on
my words."
"You're not going to challenge me?" Ranma blurted out, surprised
as what she had considered a certainty.
"And to what purpose woulds't I thus?"
"Well, I'm nice looking, and I'm a martial artist, don't you want
to challenge me for a date?"

Kuno threw back his head and laughed. Then sobering, he looked
at the puzzled Ranma. "Demoiselle, be thee not offended, for I am
simply not as fickle as Saotome would'st wish. He no doubt painted me
in his own colors, as a womanizing pervert, grasping 'neath any nearby
skirt. But I am made of far finer material than Saotome! I have but
two loves in my life, two paragons of femininity! Thy cousin Akane,
whose spirit, like a Lioness outshines all lesser women in nobility,
and the Pig-tailed Girl, whose grace and stamina I liken to the sleek
Gazelles on which true Lion's prey. Shall I, a king among these
student beasts, lower myself to lay paws on mere rabbits? All
ordinary girls, like thee, though credits to thy families are yet so
weak, so simpering and trembling 'neath my mighty gaze that I must
turn my head unto my rightful mate and meat and leave thy kind to
cower in the grass, touching a true man only with thy eyes."
Kuno smiled condescendingly at her, and for the first time looked
her straight in the face. His face paled at the glare she was
directing his way, but that was not what had startled him. He pointed
a finger at her and tried to say something, but he could not get the
words out. Then a strange expression crossed his face. On anyone
else, Ranma would have said he was thinking, but this was Kuno.
Without saying another word, Kuno turned and left.
Behind him he left a furious Ranma, who muttered the word rabbit
over and over again. Then she seemed to come out of her paralyzed
state, her face flushed with the anger she was feeling, and she
started after Kuno, only to be brought up short by a massive hand that
gripped her shoulder.
"Where are you going?! It's time for class!" Akane hissed at
her. Akane paid no attention to Ranma's protests and dragged her off
to afternoon classes. She would spend the rest of the afternoon
fuming over Kuno's insult, vowing to ram it back down his throat.
Rabbit indeed, she'd show him who was a rabbit.

After Ranma and Akane left, Kuno emerged from behind the corner
of the school where he had concealed himself. His face was a mix of
exaltation and strain. He was performing a task that he had not done
in a long while, he was trying to control himself. Presently his face
cleared, and he started to soliloquize.

"Now witness me, Ye Exalted Immortals of the Heavenly Plane!
Though her flaming tresses now in midnight's black concealed, though
her bounteous charms are now crushed cruelly back, ev'n so, I shall
dare by curve of cheek and flashing eye of sky's own blue declare her!
She can be no other than the Pig-Tailed Girl! Saotome has dared
attempt to hide her thus before my very nose. But lo, he could by no
means conceal her glorious, untamed spirit!
Now his failure is complete!"
His face took of a look of indecision. "But what am I to do?
The vile Saotome has spelled her against acknowledging her love for
me. With Saotome gone this might at last be my chance to free her,
but what if my most ardent pursuit should act to press her more deeply
into the clutches of Saotome's spell?" He frowned, dredging up the
memories of Ranma's behavior moment before.
"But hold, the Pig Tailed Girl seemed most distressed when I
rejected her request for battle." Laboriously he strained his mind,
trying to give birth to an idea.

You could almost smell the smoke.

Then his face cleared. "Of course! How could I not have seen it
before? The Pig Tailed One cannot express her love in a conventual
fashion, so she seeks out my touch by other means. As long as I
pursue her with words of love, she must reject me, but if it is I who
reject her, then she will hunt me."
"BUT WHAT IF I AM WRONG?!!" He suddenly yelled at the sky.
"WHAT IF THIS COURSE SHOULD LOSE ME MY LOVE?!!"
"No!! I must be resolute. I will test my assumption this very
day. If I am correct, the Pig Tailed Girl will seek me out and
challenge me. If she does, then I will know I am correct, but if she
does so, I must be resolute. I must treat her with disdain. I must
use the fire that burns in her for my touch, to char away the spell
that Saotome has placed on her. He has spelled most strongly against
expression of love, but he has made an error. If only I had not been
so blind. For many months the Pig Tailed Girl has tried to show me
the way. Now I must deny her the small solace that battle offers in
hope that it will supply the lever that will shatter Saotome's evil
enchantment once and for all." With a flourish, Kuno turned and
headed into school. Five minutes later he was standing in the hall
with a bucket of water in each hand. He used the time to think about
his upcoming actions.

"Akira wait up." Akane stopped at Ukyou's call, but her eyes
scanned the crowd of departing students for any sign of Ranma. She
had raced out of the room as soon as the teacher had dismissed the
class, and Akane was afraid that she would do something foolish. She
had been muttering something about Kuno under her breath the whole
afternoon. Really, you'd think she'd be ecstatic over Kuno's
expression of disinterest. It was the situation with Tsubasa all over
again.
When they had not yet learned that Tsubasa was in fact a boy,
Ranma had gone over the top over Tsubasa calling her ugly. Before
that situation was over, Ranma had dressed herself up like a bunny
girl from a nightclub, net stocking, skin tight top and a bunny tail,
and had raced around the school yard in plain sight of everyone. All
to win a contest to prove she was the cutest. Ranma's ego was always
getting her into trouble, and she seemed to lose all perspective when
it was involved. If she let it do so this time, then Akane was going
to make sure she could not sit down for a week.
"Boy, you move fast for a big guy." Ukyou puffed as she finally
caught up with the tall boy. "We had a date remember." Ukyou suddenly
flushed, "well, not a date, but you did say we'd get together after
school."
After one last look for Ranma, Akane gave up and turned and
smiled at the cute girl beside him. "That's right, and I always keep
my promises, but do you mind if we look for my sister while we talk?
I'm a bit worried about her."
"Sure no problem, any idea where she might be."
Akane thought about it. Considering that Ranma was likely
planning to challenge Kuno, she was most likely waiting to waylay him
at the gate. He turned to Ukyou, and said. "Why don't we try the
gate? She may have gone there to wait for me when we got separated."

"Thought you could hide, eh, big man?" a voice said, it tones
dripping with sarcasm. Kuno looked up from his practice, and his
heart started beating a mile a minute. There she was, just as he
surmised, she had searched him out.
Actually a chance meeting of a member of the Kendo club had
provided Ranma with the information that Kuno was practicing out
behind the school by the portable storage shed the Kendo club used as
their meeting hall, and that Kuno had converted to a shrine to his two
goddesses.
"What can I do for you, fair one?" Kuno asked, doing his best to
keep his voice informal with only the slightest hint of inquiry.
"You can fight me, that's what!" Ranma said. "Unless you're
afraid that is?"
"Afraid? Of a shy and sheltered maid such as you? You make a
most excellent jest, but I have no time to play with little girls now.
You may watch me if you would. I am the rising star of the high
school Kendo world. Watching my practice would be most beneficial to
you."
"The only thing that would be beneficial to me, is sticking my
foot up your ass!" Ranma said insultingly.
Kuno fought to keep the exaltation he was feeling from showing on
his face. He had been right, even now denying her the chance to touch
his body was driving her to insult him in an attempt to force combat.
Now if only he could be strong and keep his love for her from showing.
"As I have said, I have no interest in fighting rabbits."
As Kuno repeated his insult of earlier, Ranma snarled and charged
him. Kuno spun out of the way of her attack and she raced by him.
Kuno was startled. She was so slow. Then like a bolt it hit him.
She was holding back. Saotome's spell was weakening. Obviously his
brilliant plan was already bearing fruit. Encouraged by this, he
hardened his heart and spoke to Ranma who was preparing to charge
again.
"Is that the best you can do? It would seem I misnamed you.
Tortoise would fit you better."
Ranma did not fall for this. The ease with which Kuno had
avoided her first attack had reminded her of her decreased ability.
She might be at a level of ability approaching what she had possessed
when she had first come to the Tendos', but Kuno was far above where
he had been at that time. Constant battle with Ranma, combined with
the training he has sought out to improve his skill, had advanced him
a lot. Ranma had never noticed before, because as fast as Kuno has
improved, she had improved faster. Now however, she was severely
reduced in ability, and Kuno's improved ability was much more
apparent.
That did not mean that she could not beat Kuno. She still
retrained all her training. She just lacked the speed and strength
she had possessed a week ago. She did not stop to think that the only
reason she had her current level of speed was because of that advanced
training. She did not consider the fact that she was in truth far
weaker than she had been the day she had arrived at the Tendos'.
Ranma charged Kuno again, but this time she was ready, and when
he spun out of her path she altered her attack and moved into a
spinning kick that connected with Kuno's back.
Yes!! Kuno thought to himself, she is definitely coming out of
Saotome's spell. That blow had none of her usual fire behind it.
Ranma was surprised when Kuno merely stumbled slightly as a
result of her kick. Damn it, she thought, I'm not that weak am I?
Alright, so hard style won't work. Let's go to close in, and use
holds and leverage.
Kuno was watching his opponent carefully. She moved in on him
slowly, her body loose and ready to move in any manner she wished.
Kuno stood his ground and waited. She lashed out, trying to get a
grip on him. He caught her arm, and twisted away, pulling her off of
her feet. She brought her legs up and in, trying to land a blow while
his grip on her arm gave her leverage. Kuno shifted his body so he
took her kick on his hip. Taking advantage of her closeness, he
reached out a long arm and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her in
close. She lashed out with the heel of her hand and caught him under
the chin. This time Kuno did jolt backwards. He tasted blood, as his
lip was smashed against his teeth.
He did not relax his grip on Ranma though. Dropping his Bokken,
he fought to control Ranma's thrashing body. He pulled her small body
tight against himself, trying to crush the air from her lungs. He
started to sweat as he felt her lithe body squirming against his: Her
breasts squashed against his chest. Her thighs pressed and rubbed
across his groin. The sensation was exquisite, and as her scent
floated up from her hair and filled his nose, he could feel his member
rearing up and pressing against his pants in tribute to her.

Ranma froze for a second when she felt the bulge in Kuno's pants
pressing against her. In that moment of panic she lost the advantage.
Kuno turned her body and just as Ryouga had done he caught both her
hands up, and in a second had them held behind her back with one of
his large calloused hands wrapped around both of her wrists. His free
arm circled her waist and she found herself being held firmly against
Kuno's side, her head facing to the rear and her legs out in front of
him where he could keep an eye on them.

At that point she lost her focus and in an instant all her years
of training went out the window. If Kuno had been trying to kill her,
she would have been analyzing ever option, calculating every angle,
and preparing to strike to the best effect. Kuno was not trying to
kill her however, and the feel of his erection against her body,
combined with her present position, reduced her to panic-stricken
uncoordinated thrashings. As a result, she lost whatever hope she had
of breaking loose from Kuno.

Kuno found he had caught his prey, but it was like trying to hold
a wildcat. She thrashed madly, her free legs striking many a blow to
Kuno's lower legs. Fortunately for him, her body was twisted just
enough to the side to keep her from landing a good solid blow to his
groin. She was coming uncomfortable close however. The only reason
Kuno was able to keep his prospects of fatherhood intact was because
he could see her legs clearly and was able to shift his body to take
her blows on a less delicate part of his person.
Staggering under her weight and struggles, he moved over to a
wooden stool that was set against the side of the club house. Sitting
down on that he pulled Ranma around and across his left leg. Lifting
his right leg high, he brought it over her wildly kicking pedal
extremities and lowering it, pinned her legs between his. Finally
having more or less rendered his captive bundle helpless, he had time
to catch his breath and to think what he was going to do now.
The Pig Tailed Girl was still under Saotome's spell. Any
expression of love or caring on Kuno's part would no doubt be met by
the most stringent resistance. Still, it was obvious that she was
fighting the spell. How else could he have so easily have defeated
her? Now, how could he insult her badly enough to cause her to break
free? As Kuno mused, his eyes focused on Ranma's squirming backside.

Ranma was more than a little frightened, and she hated it. This
was way too similar to how the situation between her and Ryouga had
started. Her body had even starting to react to the manhandling in a
manner similar to the way it had behaved with Ryouga. Even as her
mind was frantically looking for a way out of this situation, her
nipples were hardening and she could feel a familiar wet sensation
forming between her legs. Despite all her mental protestations to the
contrary, this was Kuno for gods sakes, her body went its own way.
All it knew was that a man had it in his power, and it was preparing
itself for what it felt was coming.
Ranma stiffened in horror as she felt Kuno's free hand suddenly
swat her rear. No, no, she thought, not again, not with Kuno. She
could not bring herself to plead with Kuno to stop, and when a second
later she felt his hand strike her upturned ass again, she gritted her
teeth and prayed someone would discover them and stop this.
Then as Kuno hand continued to fall she thought of the sight she
must present, and of how Akane would feel if she saw her like this.
Her prayers suddenly changed from hoping someone would find them, to
hoping no one would.
Like a metronome, Kuno's heavy hand rose and fell, methodically
he covered ever inch of her ass. He never struck in exactly the same
place twice. The liquid feeling between Ranma's legs intensified and
she blushed in shame as she felt a thin trickle of moisture run down
one thigh. Her breath began to come in short, sharp pants, and her
hips began to involuntarily hunch against the leg she was laying over,
moving in rhythm with Kuno's steady spanking.

Kuno fought to keep his mind off of the smooth, soft ass he was
methodically spanking. He was not having much luck. He was acutely
aware of the way it gave under his hand as he swatted it's firm
muscularity. Of how his blows had slowly molded her school girl's
skirt to every curve and crack of her buttocks. During their struggle
her skirt had hiked up so that it barely covered her hips. Now as
Kuno rained blow after blow on her bouncing ass, and as her hips
started to thrust and squirm, it began to ride up even higher. Soon
Kuno could see the bottom of her white cotton panties, and his penis
went from semi erect, to rock hard rigidity. He flushed red and he
had to fight the urge to lift that skirt and to apply his chastisement
more directly onto the posterior that lurked under its concealing
fabric.
Stealing himself, he reminded himself on his reasons for doing
this. The arch fiend Saotome had made it impossible for his beloved
to respond to affection. That is why she always and forever had
sought to do battle with him. As satisfying as that combat had been,
it had played into Saotome's hands. With that small relief valve, the
love she felt for him was not allowed to build. By denying her
warriors' soul the honorable combat it desired, he would force her
love for him to build until it shattered the flimsy shell of Saotome's
spell. He had earlier meant to ignore her challenge, but when she had
persisted in grappling with him, it had been necessary to render her
unable to caress him in that manner, and in so doing defeat his plan.
Once he had her pinned, her upturned fundament had provided the
inspiration for the next step.
He did not stop to think that there was little difference between
her hitting him, and him hitting her, if his purpose was to deny her
that contact. By now it would have taken far more than logic to get
Kuno to give up his present occupation.

Smack, Kuno hand splatted against Ranma ass for what seemed like
the millionth time. The liquid overflow from her sex was now running
down both of her legs and her panties where soaked completely. Her
body continued to respond despite all her attempts to control it. Her
hips pressed her sex into the hard muscle of Kuno's thigh. Her breath
came quicker and quicker. She suddenly realized what was happening
and she vocalized for the first time since she had found herself over
Kuno's lap. A small tremble in her lower region, presaged an orgasm
and sent small spikes of pleasure into her brain, and as it did her
voice cried out in denial.
"Noooooooooooooooooo," she yelled out in despair, lifting her
head high, even as the real orgasm flooded her senses. Tears formed
in her eyes, and her head slumped forward, allowing them to trickle
down her cheeks and drop to the ground. In her mind the refrain was,
not Kuno, not Kuno, not Kuno. The only solace she could find was that
it was only a small orgasm, nothing like what she had experienced with
Ryouga, and nowhere near the pure bliss she had found in Akane's arms.
She took a small pleasure in that fact. If her traitorous body
was so perverted as to find pleasure at Kuno's touch, what else might
it find pleasure in? As soon as she thought of that, an image formed
in her mind. Kuno had not yet had his release. Was he now, like
Ryouga, going to shove her to the ground, and drive his cock up her
small channel? And if he did what would it feel like? Would it be
bigger, or smaller, than Ryouga or Akane's? She shuddered and tried
to banish the image.

Suddenly a pair of shouts rang out from two directions, from one
came a voice that had Ranma thanking the gods.
"Delinquent!!" shouted a voice that sounded like it came from a
preteen, and it did. Ranma twisted her red face to the side and
through tear filled eyes made out the blurry image of Miss Hinako,
English teacher, school disciplinarian and last but in this case
definitely not least, Ki vampire.
The other shout was nowhere as welcome. "Kuno, you bastard, I'm
going to kill you!" Akane, Ranma thought, as an another small orgasm
sent an involuntary spasm of pleasure through her overheated body,
accompanied by a feeling of shame at her weakness. Why did it have to
be Akane?

Akane had gotten tired of waiting for Ranma, and with Ukyou in
tow they had gone looking for her. They had questioned several of the
boys that they had seen her talking to at lunch. One of them had been
the boy who had directed her to where Kuno had been training.
Swearing under his breath at Ranma's ego, Akane had raced around
to the back of the school, heading for the Kendo club's private club
house. What he saw when he rounded the corner shocked him speechless
for a moment. There was Ranma, draped over one of Kuno's legs, her
legs pinned by another. Her skirt was hiked up, almost leaving her
ass bare, and Kuno's arm was rising and falling, swatting the helpless
girl's posterior with a rhythmic regularity.
Akane overcame his paralysis, and with a scream of outrage
started running toward Kuno. Before she could reach them, a shout of,
"Happo-five yen-satsu," was heard, and a wavering, flickering,
borealis of energy appeared. Radiating from somewhere behind the club
house, it enveloped Kuno and Ranma. Within seconds Kuno was reduced
to a shadow of his former self.

Suddenly bereft of support, Ranma rolled off of Kuno's
substantially reduced lap, and onto the ground. She continued
rolling, and coming to her feet, faced the vampire as she walked, or
rather strutted around the corner. Seconds before Hinako had looked
like a twelve-year-old, the yellow dress that she wore had hung
loosely below her knees. Now, she looked her true age of twenty-nine,
and the loose yellow dress was formed on her as if painted, barely
restraining her now substantial bosom, and barely covering her
generous and very sleek hips. She currently had a frown on her face,
and was studying Ranma intently.
"You there, girl," she said in her husky adult voice. "How did
you ignore my energy drain?"
"I wasn't generating any battle aura, you damn vampire!"
"Ranko, be careful, don't get her mad." Ukyou shouted, she put a
hand on Akane arm, and said, "Don't go any closer. Hinako won't hurt
her, but you might spook her. When she's like this, she gets very
aggressive." Ukyou had been a few steps behind Akane, and had only
arrived in time to see Hinako drain Kuno. She had not witnessed the
spanking.
Akane, seeing that Kuno was not available for a pounding, at
least not one he would notice, and that Ranma was ok, allowed himself
to be restrained by Ukyou. They both watched the two upright figures
intently.
Ranma had ignored Ukyou's yell. She was embarrassed and angry
over what Kuno had done to her, and at the way her body had reacted.
She was in no mood to be cautious. She wanted to fight, and Hinako
was the closest available target.
Hinako, after assuring herself that Ukyou and the new student
were not going to interfere in her discipline, turned to face Ranma.
"Silly girl, you may not have been generating a battle aura, but
neither was he." She indicated the collapsed form of Kuno with a nod
of her head. "People having sex have as much of an aura as people who
are fighting. If you were participating willingly, then you should
have been drained, if you were unwilling and were fighting him, you
would have been drained. You were not drained. Why not?"
"Maybe I wasn't doing either, maybe I was just laying there."
Miss Hinako gave a low throaty laugh. "Don't take me for a fool
girl. No girl could be in the position you were in without doing one
or the other. Well, no matter." Miss Hinako reached into a hidden
pocket of her dress and extracted a fifty yen piece. "This will drain
you no matter what."
"Hey, what if I don't deserve to be drained" Ranma yelled.
Hinako shrugged, "I don't care. I just want to see if I can
drain you. There's something funny about you girl." She went into the
preparations necessary for her energy draining trick.
Ranma suddenly realized that she should have been running rather
than talking, and that it was too late now. She charged at Miss
Hinako, hoping to disrupt her concentration and giving Ranma time to
hit her pressure points and stop her ability to drain Ki for the day.
She was too late. The aura of Miss Hinako's energy syphon reached out
and surrounded her.
It felt peculiar, not at all like any of the other times she had
been drained. Always before she could feel her energy running out
like water from a glass. This time it was as if Miss Hinako was
drawing something physical, substantial, solid. She felt the pull
against her whole body. It felt like whatever Miss Hinako was trying
to drain did not want to be drained and was holding on by its
metaphorical fingernails.
Hinako frowned and increased her concentration. Slowly a glowing
yellow aura formed around Ranma and began to travel toward Miss
Hinako, following the trail set up by her energy syphon. As it
traveled toward her, it tinted the flickering strands of Miss Hinako's
projected aura a soft golden glow. If Nabiki had seen it, she would
have recognized it as the same energy that had formed around Akane and
Ranma the night they had made love.
"What the hell is that?" Ukyou exclaimed.
"I don't know." Akane said in a worried voice.
"Well whatever it is, it's almost reached Hinako."
Suddenly a brilliant flare of energy caused them to shield their
eyes. By the time they blinked the tears from their eyes and could
see again, it was all over. Miss Hinako, still adult, lay sprawled on
the ground, her skirt hiked up and her skin tight panties showing.
She was clearly unconscious. Ranma was still standing, but gave the
appearance of being disoriented.
"Ranm . . . Ranko are you alright?" Akane shouted, while running
towards the staggering girl, managing at the last second to shout out
the correct name. Fortunately, Ukyou was just as concerned as he was
and did not notice Akane's slip.
Akane reached Ranma and swept her up in his arms. "You stupid
baka, whatever made you challenge Kuno?" He growled in a low voice
that only Ranma could hear. "You just wait until I get you home, I'll
make what Kuno did to you seem like love taps. They weren't love taps
were they?" Akane suddenly asked, raging jealous apparent in every
part of his body.
"With Kuno?! Are you crazy!?" Ranma was angry that Akane could
even suggest such a thing. She was terrified however, that Akane
might decide on a little chastisement here and now, and discover the
condition of her panties. She struggled in his arms. "Come on Akira,
put me down, I'm fine. You'd better go and check out the lady on the
ground, she needs you a lot more than I do."
Reluctantly Akane lowered Ranma to the ground, who immediately
put a good distance between her and Akane. "Akira, I'm going to head
for home, why don't you take Miss Hinako to the nurse's station."
Then before Akane could object, Ranma turned and pelted out of sight.
"Ooo, that Baka" he fumed. Then sighing he turned to Ukyou and
said, "I suppose she's right, I really should take her to the nurses."
"I'll show you the way" Ukyou quickly said.

In a featureless void, nearby, but also very far away, an
organized grouping of energies detected a tell tail trace of the life
sustaining food it required. Mindless, it's higher functions having
been shut down to conserve energy, it did not think or consider, it
simple used what little energy it had to spare, and moved toward the
source of food.

Chapter four, part two.

Nabiki frowned, and for the tenth time in the last five minutes,
checked her watch. Where was that dratted girl? She was suppose to
meet Nabiki right after school. She felt a brief, and wholly
uncharacteristic, stab of worry. Surely nothing could have gone
wrong? Her face took on a strained look as she considered the
possibilities. It was a very simple procedure, and had been in use
for over five years now, but what if the doctor was new, or clumsy?
Were there arteries near the area the chip went into? That a clumsily
inserted needle could puncture?
Nabiki was finding out that owning Shampoo was a double edged
blade. Since the age of eleven Nabiki had kept a firm grip on her
outward, and even inward emotions. With the exception of her family
she had experienced nothing but amused condescension towards everyone
in her life. Now this purple haired bimbo had somehow wormed her way
into Nabiki's heart and thoughts, and unused to the feelings she was
experiencing, she was well on the way toward losing her objective
outlook. As a matter of fact, she was on the verge of wringing her
hands like a heroine from a melodrama when one of her aids nudged her
and brought her out of the circular path her thoughts had taken.
"Boss, what are we going to do about that?"
Nabiki came out of her reverie, and glad of the distraction,
slipped into business mode. She glanced in the direction Uchi was
looking. The reason for her assistants comment was obvious. Akane
and Ukyou were standing together chatting, while all the paying
customers were either circling around them, or gathered in little
groups, looking longingly at the new student. They were all far too
nervous of the spatula wielding cook to get too close to Ukyou when
she was talking to a boy. Especially if the cook was interested in
the boy for herself. And it did look like Ukyou was interested.
Nabiki could read her body language as easily as a book. The way she
was standing, and the gestures she was using, indicated that she was
very interested indeed in Akira.
Nabiki frowned, Uchi could be right. If Ukyou were to mark her
claim on Akira, it would dry up a lot of income as girls gave up the
pursuit as a lost cause. Then she slapped herself on the forehead
with the heel of her hand. What was she thinking? She was acting
like Akira was a real boy and not her sister. Akane might be friendly
towards Ukyou, but there would be no romance there. The other girls
would soon realize that the handsome new boy had no interest in Ukyou
beyond friendship, and Nabiki would soon be flooded by requests: What
was Akira's favorite food? What was his favorite color? Did he like
sweaters? Did he like scarves? Did he have a favorite type of movie?
And every answer would bring money into Nabiki's pocket.
Then of course there were the real money makers, Nabiki was
already making some video captures from the film she had taken of
Akane and Ranma. The ending may have been destroyed, but there were
some very clear shots of Akane standing by himself prior to the time
he had climbed onto Ranma. Nabiki had even taken the trouble of
inserting a tape scale in the pertinent spot. Not only would they
bring in the big bucks, but they would no doubt up the price she could
charge for the other information. All in all they would go a long way
towards making up for the revenue she had lost from the ruined film.
After all, she had taken Akane's indifference to the girls into
account when she had come up with this scheme. As long as Akane
showed no preference, all the girls would keep trying to catch his
eye, certain that they would be the one to do it. That meant a steady
income for Nabiki.
Best of all, Akane could not claim her 'sister' Ranko as a love
interest in order to deflect the attention away from himself. Also
part of Nabiki's plan. Just as Ranma would not be able to hide behind
her engagement to Akane, and therefore would supply Nabiki with a
steady stream of boys interested in learning all they could of her.
Nabiki well remembered how her income dropped when Ranma and Akane's
engagement became an accepted fact.
To this day she kicked herself for being so eager to get a rise
out of Kuno she did not stop to consider the monetary implications of
informing him of Akane's new fiancee. Well, she had been young then,
a year and more with Ranma as a house guest had honed her business
sense to a razor edge, and she would not soon make such a foolish move
again.
"Don't worry Uchi, Akira is still available. Trust me on this."
"If you say so. Say, do you think he likes sushi? My uncle has
a restaurant you know. Maybe I could ask him out myself."
Nabiki could hardly restrain her glee. Uchi was usually
contemptuous of the boys in the junior years. If she was interested
in Akira, most of the other girls would be as well, and if Nabiki was
not mistaken, maybe a few of the younger teachers would be buying
information as well. Of course Nabiki usually traded with the
teachers. Being owed a favor could be worth far more than money at
times.
Then a commotion drew her eyes back to her sister, and she
watched in surprise as Akane suddenly pelted off toward the corner of
the school, Ukyou in hot pursuit. She wondered what had brought that
on? O well, she could ask Akane at home. Normally she would have
sent Uchi to see what the problem was, but she was preoccupied.
Where was that dratted girl? Just then she felt something soft
and furry rub against her ankle. At the same moment, Uchi exclaimed.
"How Kawai!! She's adorable."
Looking down, Nabiki shifted her expression from relief to
censure. Holding out her arms, she waited until the cream and pink
cat leaped into them, then turned to Uchi, and said. "You take over
here. I have some errands to run."
"Right boss, you can count on me." Uchi said in her best sucking
up voice. Nabiki did not notice, she was already walking toward the
gate, her cat held close to her face as she whispered in its ear.
Uchi blinked in surprise, Nabiki getting all soft and mushy over
a cat. Then a girl wanting to buy one of their general information
packets on Akira distracted her, and she went back to making money.

Nabiki had gotten over her worry, and was now angry at her
weakness. As a result she snapped at Shampoo, as she was pouring hot
water over the contrite feline."Where have you been!? You were
suppose to be waiting for me as soon as I got out of school!" Nabiki
closed the lid on her thermos, taking her eyes off of Shampoo for just
a minute, while she focused on the container in her hand. That was
all the opening the amorous Amazon needed.
Shampoo glomped the startled Nabiki, and pressed her against the
wall of the alley they were in. Any protest Nabiki might have made
was smothered by Shampoo's warm mouth covering hers.

Shampoo satisfied herself with a relatively quick kiss, and then
simply stood there holding Nabiki. She whispered in the brown haired
girls ear. "Shampoo sorry she late, doctor only get to her few
minutes ago. Was Nabiki really worried about Shampoo? Shampoo miss
Nabiki so much. Think about her all day."
As Shampoo snuggled up to her, Nabiki tried to be firm, but she
had been thinking about the Amazon all day as well, and so for a
minute she simply enjoyed the feel of Shampoo's naked body pressing
against hers.
After a minute however, she reasserted her dominance by shoving
Shampoo away from her, and giving her a light swat on her bare ass.
In a brusk voice, she said. "Let me see. I want to make sure he did
a good job."
Understanding what Nabiki wanted, Shampoo bent her head and
pulled the hair away from the base of her neck. Nabiki looked
closely, but except for a very slight redness, and an almost
imperceptible bump there was no sign of the implant.
"Very good, he seems to have done a good job. It's really too
bad he's so clumsy as to allow his patients to escape though.
Tomorrow we'll go and visit him again. I'm sure he'll be quite
contrite over allowing you to get away. That could come in useful in
the event I need a vet in the middle of the night . . . glumph"
Nabiki staggered as Shampoo once again glomped her, and drowned out
anything she might say with a passionate kiss.
"You do love Shampoo. Shampoo knew you do."
Nabiki was feeling a bit flustered. Shampoo's attention was very
stimulating, especially given what she was wearing, or not wearing
rather. She was growing quite damp as a result of it. However,
Shampoo seemed to be forgetting who was suppose to be in charge here.
Nabiki brought her ragging hormones under control, and reached up and
squeezed one of Shampoo's breasts. Not too hard, but past the level
of comfort. Or it would have been on anyone else. Shampoo hissed in
pleasure at Nabiki's touch, and actually moved into the gripping hand,
placing one of her legs between Nabiki's and grinding her groin into
her mistresses thigh. Nabiki felt the nipple of the breast in her
hand grow hard, as it pressed firmly into the palm of her hand.
Annoyed, Nabiki reached around Shampoo's head and got a good grip
on her hair. With a firm pull she signaled Shampoo to back off, then
using the Amazon's hair as a handle, she twisted Shampoo's face around
so she was looking up at Nabiki. Then she captured Shampoo's mouth
with her own. For a minute they stood there, Nabiki holding Shampoo
steady as she devoured her mouth. There was really no significant
difference from their earlier position, it was just that now Nabiki
was the one in control, and that was the way she liked it. Finally,
after what seemed like hours she broke the kiss. Both she and Shampoo
had rather dazed expressions on their faces.
Nabiki was the first to recover. Giving herself a shake, she
extracted a bundle of cloth from her book bag. Shaking it out she
revealed it to be one of Shampoo's dresses and a pair of thin silk
slippers, the silk had compacted easily into a tight bundle, and had
gone into the small bag with little trouble.
"Here, put this on!" Nabiki ordered. She watched appreciatively
as Shampoo shimmed into the thin silky dress, her breasts sliding up
the front of it like two rabbits swallowed by a greedy python. Once
Shampoo had fully slipped into the form hugging dress, Nabiki pulled
her towards the entrance to the alley, once again using the younger
girl's hair as a bridle. They had only taken a few steps when Shampoo
suddenly pulled herself free from Nabiki. Before the startled Nabiki
could react, Shampoo bodily picked her up and thrust Nabiki behind
herself. Nabiki surprise turned to understanding as a white form
dropped from a nearby roof top and blocked the alley mouth.
In his usual manner of speech Mousse yelled out. "Shampoo!! At
last I've found you. Why did you leave me all alone last night? Now
that the fool Saotome has received her just rewards, surely you can't
still be interested in her?"
"Mousse right. Shampoo no interested in Ranma no more."
Mousse was paralyzed with surprise, but only for a second.
"Shampoo, my love!" he shouted, as he rushed forward to glomp her.
Shampoo suddenly found herself at a slight disadvantage. She
normally had no trouble handling Mousse, but she was worried about
Nabiki, and as a result she divided her attention at the worst
possible time. Even as she cursed herself for making a mistake she
would not have made as a child, Mousse's arms encircled her narrow
waist and pulled her tightly against his body. His head lowered, and
before the startled Shampoo could react, he captured her mouth with
his own. As his mouth pressed firmly against hers, his hands slipped
south of her waist and cupped her firm ass, pulling her tightly
against him.
The large bulge in his pants finally galvanized Shampoo, unlike
Ranma she had no trouble dealing with overly excited swains, or ducks
for that matter. Her fist drew back six inches, and then flashed
forward as she rabbit punched Mousse right in the solar plexus.
In all, from the time Mousse grabbed her, to the time he folded
over gasping for breath, about five seconds passed. It was just
enough time for Nabiki to go over the edge. She had watched in
outrage as Mousse had fondled her property, and a film of red had
dropped over her eyes, obscuring her vision. Akane would have had no
trouble recognized the phenomena.
Mousse looked up at Shampoo, his eyes watering, he started to
mouth the word, why, when his eyes widened behind the glasses he for
once was wearing. Shampoo startled by the look in Mousse's eyes spun
and fell into a defensive stance. She recoiled from the sight that
met her.
Nabiki was standing there, her hands clutched at her side, her
head lowered, and a powerful battle aura causing her hair and clothing
to flutter as if she were standing over a powerful updraft. Slowly
her head lifted until her eyes could be seen, they were slitted in
anger, and glowing a fierce golden color. The expression on her face
was one of utter fury.
"How Dare You!! How Dare You! You little pissant pipsqueak!
You sad excuse for a man! You waste of space! You utter nothing!
You worthless, pitiful, insensitive, unthinking, piece of human gutter
trash! How dare you touch my Shampoo!!"
"Your Shampoo!?" Mousse, who had recovered from Shampoo's blow
with his usual speed, looked shocked, but then he laughed out loud.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Shampoo is min . . . "
While Mousse had been speaking, Nabiki had crossed the space
between them in a blur. Shampoo gasped in amazement, as Nabiki's hand
flashed towards Mousse's throat, but then her heart rose into her own
throat as Mousse easily intercepted Nabiki's attack and captured her
wrist in his hand. Nabiki hissed in anger and lashed out with her
other hand, only to have that one captured as well.
Shampoo wanted nothing more then to dash forward and free Nabiki,
but such was not to be done. Nabiki had to face this challenge on her
own. That was the Amazon way. For Shampoo to interfere would
dishonor her. So Shampoo watched, face filled with fear for Nabiki as
Mousse forced her hands down behind her back and pulled her into very
nearly the same position Shampoo had been in moments before. Now the
effects of the potion could be seen as Mousse did something he would
never have dreamed of doing a few days ago. Forcing Nabiki against
his body he pressed his straining erection against her soft belly.
Then capturing both of her wrists in one hand, he used the free one to
force her head back so he could lower his mouth to capture hers.
Shampoo had seen enough. To hell with Amazon law and custom.
She was going to tear Mousse a new asshole! Before she could take
more then a few steps however, the situation changed. Nabiki suddenly
stopped resisting Mousse's pull, and instead plastered herself tightly
against his body, at the same time her battle aura flared. Shampoo
felt as if she had been punched in the stomach. Tears started to roll
down her cheeks as she witnessed Nabiki grinding her body against
Mousse's. Then her eyes widened as Mousse released his grip on Nabiki
and started trying to force her away from him. Nabiki's freed hands
flashed around from behind her back and grabbed either side of
Mousse's head, preventing him from withdrawing from the kiss.
Her aura grew brighter and brighter, and finally with a gasp she
tore her mouth away from Mousse's. He sagged weakly against the wall,
and this time when her hand lashed out he was unable to stop it as it
closed around his throat. Nabiki strained, and to Shampoo's
amazement, lifted Mousse's feet clear off the ground and slammed him
against the alley wall.
"Yours?? Don't make _ me _ laugh." Nabiki said in a grating
voice filled with furious anger. She closed her hand slightly and
Mousse's hands rose to hers as he tried to force Nabiki's grip away
from his throat. For a second he seemed to be succeeding as her grip
loosened slightly, but then she grimaced and Mousse gave a gasp as her
grip once again tightened around his throat.
"Get this straight Duck boy, Shampoo is mine, now, tomorrow, next
week, and for the rest of her life. If you dare touch her again, I'll
make the last few minutes of your life a living hell!!"
As she talked the aura around Nabiki increased even more, and
small sparks began to flair out from her hair, which by now was
standing straight out in a corona around her head. The sparks
intensified and began to jump from Nabiki to Mousse. Mousse flinched
every time a spark hit him. And still the aura grew, until it reached
out and surrounded both Mousse and Nabiki, and forced Shampoo to turn
her head away to shield her eyes from the glare.
Then it started to fade, and Shampoo could turn her head back.
Nabiki was standing there, a shadow of the battle aura still
flickering around her. At her feet, Mousse slumped, looking not
unlike one of Hinako-sensei's victims. His formerly white outfit was
badly charred and wisps of smoke rose from his hair.
"Is. . . is Mousse?" Shampoo started to ask, but then she shook
herself. What did she care? Mousse had challenged Shampoo's beloved,
and paid the price for his foolishness. She walked across and stood
in front of Nabiki, her eyes glowing with affection, surely she had
found a worthy mate, and this time there was no doubt whether or not
she cared for Shampoo. Still, she could not help but take a side way
glance at Mousse, and perhaps she felt a little relief when she saw he
was still breathing, perhaps.
Nabiki had a look of pure bliss on her face, and Shampoo could
see her eyes were dancing with joy while her body seemed to fairly
crackle with suppressed energy. Before Shampoo could say a word she
found herself being pulled into a rib cracking hug, and Nabiki's once
again kissed her with a passionate hunger. Shampoo returned it with
interest. She closed her eyes and darted her tongue forward between
her lips, and into Nabiki's mouth. Nabiki responded by reaching down
and gripping Shampoo's ass tightly, digging her fingers as far as she
could into the Amazon's firm muscular backside. With a jerk, she
pulled the shapely Amazon tight against her body and ground her
breasts into Shampoo's.
Shampoo was stunned by the strength she felt in Nabiki's hands.
For a minute she wondered at it, and at how Nabiki had manhandled
Mousse. Then she put aside those questions as being unimportant.
Surrendering to the moment, she reached down and cupped Nabiki's ass
and returned the pressure. For a long while they stood there, their
hands roaming over each others body, savoring the sensation invoked by
the other's hands.
Shampoo felt as if she were being flooded with energy, a warm
flow seemed to run from Nabiki to her. Everywhere they touched the
hairs on her skin stood out straight, and a slight crackle filled her
ears as the hair on her head flared out even as Nabiki's had earlier.
Then suddenly Nabiki started to moan in an urgent tone of voice, and
her hips started hunching against Shampoo's.
Shampoo moaned in response, and she felt her sex pulse with
passion as a thin trickle of moisture ran down one thigh, but then her
eyes flew open and she stared in shock at Nabiki's face, an inch in
front of her own. She quickly took inventory, soft skin, gentle
facial features, and cute little pointed chin. Yes Nabiki was still a
girl. She had not suffered any relapse from the instant Nanniichuan.
Then what the hell was currently rubbing her sex through three layers
of cloth!? It most certainly was not a sock.
Shampoo tried to pull away from Nabiki in order to investigate a
little more closely. Nabiki moaned in protest, and with a strength
that was not to be denied pulled Shampoo even harder against that
mysterious bulge. She ground herself hard against the purple haired
girl, and Shampoo gasped into Nabiki's mouth as the friction between
her legs started a fire in her loins. Then all thoughts of strange
unexplained lumps fled Shampoo's mind as fire raced through her
nerves, and her sex clenched spasmodically as an orgasm crashed
through her body. She started hunching her hips in time with Nabiki.
Nabiki moaned in response and redoubled her thrusting.
Shampoo could never remember feeling so strong or full of life.
Energy seemed to fill her to bursting. Then Nabiki's motions became
irregular, and she slammed her hips fiercely against Shampoo with a
desperation the Amazon had never seen in the usually cool girl.
Little urgent grunts passed from Nabiki's mouth into hers. Suddenly
Nabiki shuddered, and she pulled Shampoo tightly against her as all
her muscles tightened and Shampoo felt the flesh under her fingers go
rigid as little shock waves raced through her own body. Then Nabiki
slumped, and would have fallen if not for Shampoo's arms around her.
Concerned, Shampoo shoved her away and stared into her face. Nabiki
looked back at her through half lidded eyes, an expression of utter
bliss on her face. Then her eyes cleared and she looked up at Shampoo
in puzzlement.
"Not that this isn't fun, but what about Mousse?" Nabiki pushed
herself away from Shampoo and turned to look at the mouth of the
alley, she staggered, and Shampoo placed a hand on her arm to steady
her. "Whooo," Nabiki said, bringing a hand to her head to stop it
from spinning. "Some rush." She looked at Mousse's charred form
laying against the wall, and turned and lifted an expressive eyebrow
at Shampoo.
"Not that I really mind what you do to him, but you might want to
take it a little easier next time. I don't want anyone else putting
you in a cage but me. If you kill the jerk, there won't be much I can
do to keep you out of jail."
Nabiki turned, and with the cautious steps of someone who is not
entirely sure if their body will do what they want, made her way to
the mouth of the alley. Reaching it, she looked back at Shampoo who
had not moved an inch since Nabiki's caution.
"Well," Nabiki said in an impatient voice. "Are you coming? Or
are you just going to stand there admiring your work? Come on, chop,
chop! We have to get my mark on that cute little butt of yours."
With that Nabiki turned and walked out of sight around the corner.
Shampoo finally shook off her paralysis and chased after her, noting
as she did that she still felt absolutely glorious.
Seconds later the alley was empty but for the still smoking form
of Mousse, and one seriously pissed demonic spirit.

"AaaaRRRRgggg," Urgant screamed in rage, "That bitch, that little
half breed bitch. How dare she. I'll rip her open. I'll feed her
guts to the dogs and make her watch. I'll fill her holes with hot
lead. I'll pluck out her eyes and use the bleeding wounds for my
pleasure."
This went on for some time before Urgant finally calmed down
enough to think rationally. Pacing back and forth in the alley,
occasionally walking a little too far and passing through the
surrounding walls, he tried to think of what he was going to do. He
turned, and once again examined Mousse, then had to fight down a
resurgence of his anger when he once again confirmed that all the
energy freed by the potion was gone. "Fucking bitch," he cursed.
"The nerve of her. What do they teach youngsters these days? In my
day if I'd stolen energy from a superior demon, I would have been
roasted on a spit, and my sexual organs would have been served slice
fine . . . while I was still alive."
As pissed as he was at the half demon stealing what he considered
his own, he was not really that surprised. He would have done the
same thing himself if the opportunity presented itself. It was her
next action that had really driven him over the edge. Instead of
hoarding the energy like a good little devil, she had given it to her
purple haired plaything. Unthinkable, what sort of demon would do
such a thing? She must have done it to spite him, there was no other
explanation. She was rubbing his face in his current situation in as
vulgar a fashion as possible. "Well, the little bitch will get hers
soon enough."
Urgant's expression went grim as he went over his options. It
was no longer an option to wait for enough energy to build up to allow
him to make a complete transformation into the Amazon's's body. There
was too much risk of the little bitch taking it again before he was
ready. The other option was also out of the question. After several
days of hovering over Mousse he was doubly blessed if he was going to
share a body with the little pissant. That left only one course of
action open. He had not given it consideration before because of the
potential lethality of it, but now he was left with little choice.
Besides, he thought, if he managed to pull it off, there would be at
least one nice little perk, namely a pretty little virgin of his very
own to play with. A virgin that no one would miss, because no one
would know she existed.
Then, while no one was aware of what he was, he would carefully
build up his power base, accumulate energy, and when he was ready he
would take his vengeance. That little half demon would become his own
private little cock slave. She would exist for no other reason then
to service him for the next two thousand years. And, he would make
sure she led a very busy time of it indeed. For the rest of her
miserable life she would never have a single one of her holes empty
for longer then was necessary to keep her alive.

Back at the school, Akane looked down at the unconscious body of
Miss Hinako, his face flushed and sweating. The teacher was laying on
one of the beds in the infirmary, and the sight of her massive breasts
nearly spilling out of her top was proving very distracting to Akane.
He felt his penis shifting in his pants, and quickly looked away from
her. Where is Ukyou? He thought. She went to find the nurse fifteen
minutes ago. What's taking her so long? A sudden moan from the
recumbent teacher drew her attention.
He moved closer to the bed and leaned over to look into Hinako's
face. With only minor success he tired to block out all thought of
her glorious breasts from his mind, and focused all his attention on
the fluttering eyelids that indicated Miss Hinako was waking up.
"Sensei, are you alright? Are you feeling any better?"
For a minute Miss Hinako's eyes did not seem to focus. Then they
locked on to Akane's face, and began to glow.
Akane fought the urge to back off as Hinako's eyes began to
shimmer with a soft golden gleam. Instead as she started to rise, he
placed both hands on her shoulder and gently pressed her back down on
the bed. "Miss Hinako, I think you should rest. You've had a
shoc . . .mhmppp."
Akane words were cut off as Miss Hinako threw her arms around his
neck and pulled him down to her. Her mouth pressed desperately
against his, and her tongue thrusting deep into his mouth. For a
minute Akane just stood there, his arms waving out to the sides, bent
over the passionate English teacher. His mind had seized up due to
conflicting demands. On the one hand, his rational mind wanted very
much to escape this embarrassing situation, but on the other, his body
was enjoying the sensation of Hinako's lush body pressing against it
very much, and cast its vote for staying just as they were. The sound
of the door opening swung the balance over to the rational side.
Breaking Miss Hinako's lip lock with difficutly, Akane pushed the
struggling teacher away from him, and turned to the door. At the
sight of Ukyou standing there his female instincts took over. If he
had really been a boy, he would have made a bad situation worse with
futile denials. He did not even think of denying the situation.
"Ukyou, thank god! She's gone crazy! Help me get her calmed
down."
Ukyou stood frozen in the doorway, her heart had nearly broken
when she had walked in and seen Akira forcing himself on Miss Hinako,
but his desperate cry for help had made her look at the situation a
little more closely. A careful examination showed that Akira was
holding off Miss Hinako, and that she was trying to pull him into a
tighter embrace, rather than the other way around as Ukyou had first
thought.
Leaping across the room, Ukyou helped Akira disengage himself
from the grasping teacher by the simple expedient of using her battle
spatula as a crowbar. Once free, Akira quickly placed himself out of
range of Miss Hinako. While Ukyou placed her battle spatula between
them and Miss Hinako, and used it to keep the crazed teacher at bay.
Akane took advantage of her defense to back up to the door, and ease
it open.
Seeing this, Miss Hinako cried out in a desperate voice. "No,
come back! I need you." Raising her arms, she used her ability to
fire off the energy she absorbed from people, to send a blast his way.
With a startled cry of, "look out!!" Ukyou placed herself
directly in the path of the energy flow, trying to use her spatula as
a shield, and was blasted across the room for her trouble.
"Ukyou!!" Akira cried out in shock. Ignoring the collapse of
Miss Hinako, who had fainted after releasing her energy blast, Akane
dashed across the small room to where Ukyou was imbedded in the wall.
As he got there the Okonomiyaki chef fell out of the depression
her body had made in the wall. Akira caught her before she could hit
the floor. "Ukyou? Ukyou? Are you all right?" Akane brushed the hair
away from Ukyou's face and peered frantically at her still
countenance.
Ukyou moaned in pain and her eyes fluttered open, "What?" Then
she squeezed her eyes shut and lifted her hands to her head. "O Shit,
I hurt."
"Easy, take it easy. You're going to be alright." Akane looked
over Ukyou with concern, concern that turned to anger when she saw
that she seemed to have suffered no serious damage. "What the hell
were you thinking?" he shouted. "Jumping in the way of that energy
blast like that! You could have been badly hurt!"
"You're welcome," Ukyou said, looking up at the large boy holding
her in her arms.
Akane flushed. "Sorry. I appreciate the effort, really I do,
but you didn't need to do it. I'm built big and strong enough to take
my own blows. I don't want to be rude, but I've had my fill of other
people fighting my fights for me. Promise me you won't do that again.
I don't think I could bear it if something were to happen to you
because you took a hit meant for me."
Ukyou looked up at the handsome boy who was holding her. He
cares, he cares enough to lecture me on not getting hurt. Suddenly a
spasm shot through her body, she clenched her hands tightly on Akira's
arm and gasped as a wave of sensation rocketed through her body. An
orgasm magnitudes larger than any she had ever self induced wracked
her. Gasping, she stared wide eyed at Akira, trying to control her
body. Her efforts were in vain, another spasm shot through her body,
followed by another.
Tears flowed from Ukyou's eyes, as the humiliation caused by her
body's betrayal made her flush in shame even as her body was rocked by
another spasm.

Akane looked down at the thrashing girl in her arms in shock.
Ukyou was having the same convulsions Ranma had suffered through four
days before. How on earth? Then it came to him, the mysterious
golden energy that Miss Hinako had drawn from Ranma, the way she had
reacted to Akane when she had woken on the infirmary bed.
Miss Hinako had absorbed the magic that had caused Ranma to
suffer uncontrollable orgasms that night. Then she must have passed
that energy on to Ukyou. Akane shifted her grip to hold Ukyou a
little more firmly as another spasm shuddered through her.
Akane was frantic. What was he going to do? He couldn't cure
Ukyou the way he cured Ranma. Even as he denied that possibility, the
feeling of the attractive girl writhing in his arms was having a
strong effect on his libido. He could fell his penis twitching in his
pants and his face was starting to turn red with passion.
No!! I won't do that to Ukyou! It would be no better then rape.
There has to be some other way! Think, girl, think. Doing his best
to ignore the girl in his arms, Akane went over the facts in his mind.
Hinako had absorbed the energy from Ranma, but she had merely been
overly passionate. There had been no sign of her having orgasms.
Then she had blasted Ukyou with the energy she had stolen from Ranma,
and now Ukyou was suffering just like Ranma. That did not make any
sense. Why would Ukyou suffer like this when Miss Hinako did not? It
had to be because of Miss Hinako's weird metabolism. Somehow it let
her handle the energy better. That was no help in the present
situation however.
Wait, what was it they learned in science about energy. You
could not transmit one hundred percent of a body of energy, there was
always loss. Miss Hinako could not have absorbed all of the energy in
Ranma, she had managed to run off afterwards, and she would not have
managed to do that without having energy. And she had not sent all
the energy she had taken into Ukyou, because she was still in her
adult form. So it stood to reason that Ukyou must have a much smaller
dose of energy then Ranma. That meant there was a good chance she
would come out of it on her own, if only Akane could keep her from
hurting herself.
"I'm sorry Ukyou," Akane said to the thrashing girl in his arms.
Reaching down he found the point on her neck he needed. Akane
squeezed, and a second later, Ukyou's body went limp as the pressure
point Dr. Tofu had once shown him took effect.
Akane sighed in relief, but he knew this was only temporary, she
could not keep knocking Ukyou out like this. It might cause damage.
Not for the first time in the last few days, Akane found herself
wishing Dr. Tofu had not gone off into the wilds of China to study
herbal medicine. It would have made their life much easier if he was
still around to help them with these weird new problems.
Sighing, Akane stood up, and holding Ukyou in his arms made for
the door. He would just have to cope the best way he could, and right
at the moment that meant getting Ukyou home where she could get over
this in private.

In the void, much closer, and not nearly so far away as before, a
bundle of energy threw a tantrum. Or as much of a tantrum as a
mindless ball of energy with only the most basic imperatives could.
It had been going so well, it had located the energy, and had
initiated pre-programmed instructions in order to convert that energy
into a more palatable form. Then it had lost the connection it
needed. The energy was still there however, and while it was could
not be absorbed in it's present state, it was still visible, the
program would follow it, and wait for the next chance to convert it to
a more usable form.

Careful as Akane was, he did not manage to leave the nurse's
office unobserved. Ranma had not gotten very far after leaving Akane
before a wave of exhaustion had washed over her. She was forced to
lean against the school and recover from the energy drain Hinako had
performed. It had taken some time, and as a result she was still
nearby when Akane left the nurse's station with Ukyou in her arms.
Ranma had witnessed this with a worried frown on her face, and had
decided to find out what had happened. She followed as best she
could, but even burdened Akane was making enough speed that in her
weakened condition Ranma had a hard time keeping him in sight. As a
result she was a block or so behind when Akane reached Ucchan's.

Akane landed by the rear door of Ucchan's with a thump. He
heaved a sigh of relief. It looked like he had made it. In order to
preserve Ukyou's reputation he had been very careful about slipping
out of the school yard, and once free of prying eyes he had taken to
the roof tops and using a roundabout route, had worked his way
carefully to the restaurant. He had not been seen, but had ended up
traveling four times as far as he normally would have. Light as Ukyou
felt in his arms, it was still a long way to carry her.
Now all he had to do was unlock the door and slip himself and
Ukyou inside, and they would be safe from prying eyes. Akane suddenly
froze in the act of reaching for Ukyou's keys, and a blush suffused
his face. Damn I forgot about that, he thought to himself. For a
minute he contemplated kicking the door down, but decided he really
did not want to explain the broken door to Ukyou. Why o why did Ukyou
have to keep it there. Akane knew she was protective of her
restaurant, but sometimes she really took it to extremes.
Steeling himself, he reached down to extract Ukyou's house keys.
His hand had just nestled between her firm breast and the bindings
that covered it when with a slight moan Ukyou's eyes fluttered open.
Akane froze and could only stand there as Ukyou's eyes ran from his
face down to the hand that was currently fondling her breast.
Akane committed the cardinal sin of perverts caught in the act,
"Aa I can explain, this isn't what it looks like"
"Eek!!! Pervert," <CLANG>
For the first time since acquiring his curse, Akane came face to
spatula with the first law of teen age males. When caught in a
compromising position, their ability to dodge decreases by the square
of the degree of embarrassment caused to the girl. In this case Akane
was rigid as a block of stone.

Ranma stuffed a hand in her mouth and folded over in hysterics,
she had arrived just in time to see Akane whomped by Ukyou. Knowing
full well what would happen if Akane were to hear her laughing she was
using extreme measures to muffle her glee. Even with the hand shoved
almost all the way into her mouth, she barely managed to keep from
alerting Akane to her presence.

Ukyou stood panting over the comatose Akira. How dare he, the
pervert. Just when she was starting to like him, he had to go and act
like all the other hentais around here. Then her eye was attracted to
a flash of silver in Akira's hand. Her house keys. Her hand flew to
her chest in a reflexive action. She did not really need the
confirmation. She would recognize that Okonomiyaki key tag anywhere.
For a minute she fumed at this fresh evidence of where Akira's hand
had just been, but then she took stock of her situation. Why am I
here? I was in the nurse's station last I remember. She suddenly
flushed as she recalled the convulsions that had wracked her body.
There was only one explanation for her presence at her back door.
Akira had to have carried her here. But that would mean . . .
Suddenly mortified at her actions, Ukyou dropped to her knees beside
Akira.
"O no, Akira are you alright? I'm so sorry I didn't understand."
The only reaction was a mumbled response.
"Just five more minutes Kasumi." That was all Akira managed to
get out before his head lolled back in a dead faint.
"O damn," Ukyou swore. Setting her battle spatula aside she
retrieved her keys from Akira's limp hand. After opening her backdoor
she started the laborious process of dragging Akira inside.
She made two steps, before the convulsion hit her. She fell to
the floor and writhed as her pleasure center was stimulated to the
maximum. The program currently controlling the little ball of energy
had no interest in inducing any sort of positive reaction from Ukyou,
it merely wanted to convert enough of the raw magic in her body to a
usable form in order to waken it's primary function. It did not care
if she enjoyed the process.
Ukyou screamed out in pain as her muscles pulled her limbs into
contorted shapes. She was on the verge of snapping tendons and
breaking bones when a light pressure on her neck sent her down into
peaceful darkness.

Ranma stared down at Ukyou, her face beaded with sweat, and a
look of utter shock on her face. She recognized the symptoms from
Nabiki and Akane's description, and she emphasized deeply with what
Ukyou had been going through. She still remembered her own feelings
of helplessness and misery as her own body betrayed her. But, how had
Ukyou gotten a dose of potion? And why in hell had she taken it? If
she had a curse, Ranma would have discovered it long since. Deciding
that answers could wait till later, Ranma picked up Ukyou with a grunt
of effort, and stepping around the still comatose form of Akane, she
carried the unconscious cook inside and upstairs to her bedroom.

The small ball of energy hummed in contentment. While it's
source of energy had been cut off prematurely, it had enough energy to
initiate transfer. While it would have preferred to wait until it
could bring up it's sentient component, the situation had been allowed
for. Once bonded to the bearer of the energy, it would be able to
absorb sufficient life force to initiate full reboot. It proceeded to
make it so. It downloaded itself into the comatose form of it's new
host and started to initiate full activation.
The program had a rather limited set of responses to a limited
number of situations. It had been ordered to avoid energy reading of
a magnitude such as to indicate the host contained the complete energy
quotient of a Jusenkyo curse. It had not been instructed to avoid
forms that contained a fraction of that energy. Regent had reasoned
that any cursed person taking the potion in a correct manner would be
available as a host long before the energy level reached a toxic
level. After all, if nothing showed up within a few days, he was dead
anyway. He had not known about Hinako.
The program happily absorbed the last little bit of energy it
needed to activate it's primary function, then mindless of the massive
amount of energy already eating away at the barriers that protected
it's core personality, shut down to allow the maximum amount of energy
for the awakening program.

Regent awoke, and because he was not human, and could react at
speeds far exceeding a purely biological entity, had enough time to
scream, "O SHIT," as a wave of energy crashed through the flimsy
barriers protecting him and washed over his awareness, blinding him to
everything except that brilliant golden energy.

Akane came to himself sputtering as a small dribble of water
splashed down on his face, and into his nose and mouth. He raised a
hand and deflected the last of the cold water Ranma was in the process
of dumping over him.
"Aa, the pervert wakes up, about time!"
"Who are 'you' calling a pervert? Pervert!"
"I don't know, why don't we ask Ucchan? Maybe she knows."
Akane turned brick red, and he whispered while looking around
frantically for the Okonomiyaki cook. "You saw?"
Ranma smirked at her, "yep, everything. You ought to be ashamed
of yourself, fondling a helpless girl like that."
"RANMA!! You know it wasn't like that!" Akane shouted as he
heaved himself to his feet and took a swing at Ranma, which the small
girl avoided with ease, a fact that surprisingly enough brought a
frown to her face.

Why couldn't she have dodged Kuno that easy, Ranma thought. As
usual when she was out of sorts, or when she had something on her
mind, or had lost a fight unexpectedly, or when she had not gotten
enough sleep . . . O hell forget it, as usual when she was awake, she
let her mouth run. "I don't know why I should know it wasn't like
that," she shouted back at Akane. "You've been awfully free with your
hands lately. I don't know why I shouldn't think you'd be any
different around Ukyou. Far as I'm concerned you got what you
deserved when Ukyou belted you. . . Hey! Let me go," Ranma cried out
in surprise, as Akane swung a leg at her, and then plucked her out of
the air as she jumped straight up to avoid it.
Akane had no intention of letting Ranma go, he was feeling deeply
embarrassed, and was looking for a way to relieve that feeling. Ranma
as usual had obliged. Stepping backward, he fell into one of Ukyou's
chairs, which groaned from the strain, but held. With a jerk of his
arm he pulled Ranma across his lap.
"Cut it out Akane, this ain't funny!" Ranma yelled, but inside
she was secretly pleased, she had finally gotten a rise out of Akane.
Sure, this wasn't exactly what she'd had in mind, but it was something
a least, and really, it was no worse then Akane beating the crap out
her as per usual when Ranma went too far in her ragging. Akane
ignored her half hearted shout of protest. With a look of complete
seriousness he reached down and flipped Ranma's school girl skirt up,
baring her panty covered rear. Up went his hand, and then down, to
splat against Ranma's ass. Ranma was vociferous in her objection to
this treatment. "Hey, I said cut it out Akane!"
Akane ignored her, "I _ told _ you _ what _ was _ going _ to _
happen _ if _ you _ got _ me _ mad!" Akane bit out between his teeth,
every word punctuated by a meaty smack as his hand crashed down on
Ranma's rapidly reddening rear. Despite the stoic expression on
Akane's face, Ranma was very soon presented with proof that he was not
indifferent to the possibilities presented by Ranma's current
position. She felt his cock rapidly becoming fully erect, and it was
soon as hard as a rock, and pressing firmly against her thigh through
the layers of cloth that separated their bodies..
Ranma earlier pleasure at getting a rise out of Akane was
diminished considerably by this new rise she was getting out of the
large boy, but the mind numbing fear that had overtaken her with Kuno
did not seem to be affecting her this time. That did not stop her
however, from feeling a great deal of apprehension over the situation
she was in. Akane had been all over her the last few days, and
despite Ranma's firm desire to not have sex with the male Akane, she
was not so sure that Akane was willing to go along with that, and in
his present form he had the muscle to back himself up if he decided to
ignore Ranma's wishes in the matter.
Her fear was not diminished any by Akane's present actions.
Despite his words, the spanking Akane was administering was not that
painful. It stung, no doubt about that, but it was far from causing
real pain; unlike some of the thrashings Akane had dished out to Ranma
on other occasions. Rather then going for severe pain and dislocated
joints this time, Akane was caressing Ranma's bottom cheeks as much as
he was chastising them. Ranma squirmed in Akane's lap, as against her
will, Akane's hand began to wring pleasure from her. The sharp pain
from each of Akane's blows, was intermixed with a soothing stroking
sensation. The feel of that big hand softly caressing her ass, which
was still sore from her earlier encounter with Kuno was having a very
powerful effect on her. Once again she felt the telltale moisture
between her legs that let her know the potion was still in her system,
and still causing havoc with her emotions.
Still, despite the burning need in her loins, Ranma was no where
near falling into the panic stricken, muck sweat that had overcome her
in Kuno's grip. She was in Akane arms, or rather across Akane's lap,
and that seemed to make all the difference in the world. Ranma was
once again experiencing the feeling of rightness that seemed to fill
her when ever she was in contact with Akane. Even it seemed, when
that contact involved Akane blistering her tender little rear.
Another thing that was keeping Ranma from panic was that unlike
Kuno, Akane was only holding Ranma lightly in place with a hand
resting in the middle of her back, he was exerting no where near his
full strength, but rather was just resting his hand there with no more
pressure then that created by its own weight, and as a result Ranma
had no real sensation of being trapped, but as normal, despite Akane's
slack grip, Ranma made no real effort to escape her well deserved
chastisement.
As pleasure began to speed her heartbeat, and her breath started
to quicken, she allowed the sensation to flow over her, and she just
lay there enjoying the experience. She would have never voluntarily
chosen her present position, but now that she was in it, she did not
find it onerous. Akane's hand continued to alternate it actions,
gently swatting her rear one moment, caressing it the next. She
started to grind her groin into Akane's thigh in rhythm with his
swats. Pleasure spiked through her, and the heat and color in her
bottom were well matched by the flushed expression and sweat beading
on her face. She hardly noticed when Akane's hand stopped it's up and
down motion, and just rested, slowly kneading her muscular backside.
She did notice however, when Akane's hand slid under the band of
her panties and with one quick motion stripped them down to her knees.
Her eyes flew wide, and the lazy lethargy that had overcome her
vanished in a blink. A spike of fear shot through her belly and she
jerked her head around in preparation to blasting Akane for his
presumption.
Her shout died in her throat when she spied Akane's face. His
eyes seemed to be glowing a soft gold. And was that a hint of fang
showing behind his upper lip? For a second she stared in surprise,
but her battle sense snapped her out of it. Ranma's twisting of her
upper body had almost freed her from Akane's loose grip, and she
hurriedly decided that she was seeing things, no doubt because of the
stress of the situation. She moved to take advantage of Akane's slack
grip. A dozen possible actions raced through her mind, in less then a
second she considered and discarded them. Most of them would require
that Ranma cause extreme pain to Akane in order to be effective, and
that was not something she was prepared to do. Then a new possibility
occurred to her, one that had only a peripheral relationship to
martial arts. But then, that was why her school was called anything
goes.
One and a half seconds after Akane had pulled her panties down
Ranma acted. Her hand flashed out, and her fingers slipped into the
soft spot under Akane's short ribs. Akane, who had been slowly
stroking his hand up Ranma's inner thigh, let out a startled "whoof,"
and his body twisted as if Ranma had stuck him with a cattle prod. He
jerked his body desperately, trying to move away from Ranma's
burrowing fingers, to no avail. Ranma followed every move he made,
digging her finger into Akane side, and bringing tears to the large
boys eyes as he tried to keep from whooping with laughter. He rolled
Ranma off his lap in an attempt to escape his tormenter, again to no
avail. Pausing only long enough to pull her panties up, Ranma sprang
at Akane. Weaving around his flailing arms, ineffective due to
Akane's near debilitating effort to suppress his laughter, she sent
little digs into either side of the large boy's waist. Each one
brought a stifled gasp of laughter from Akane, and a jerk from his
body. Finally the chair he was sitting on, the victim no doubt of one
too many fights, choose that moment to collapse. Akane thumped down
onto the floor, his eyes widening at the sudden fall. Ranma stopped
her attack to stare at the fallen boy. For a second they looked at
each other, then slowly a grin spread over both their faces and Akane
lunged at Ranma. The battle was rejoined.
Akane had little more luck standing then he had experienced while
sitting, he knew his only hope was to get a hold of the slippery
little devil, but she managed to keep always just inches out of his
hands, all the while lashing out with a carefully aimed foot or hand.
It was not long before Akane was curled up in a ball on the floor,
futilely trying to guard his aching ribs.
Laughing almost as hard as Akane, Ranma jumped astride him and
started trying to dig her hands down between his arms and body, trying
to reach the soft little spot under his rib that would continue to
drive him mad with laughter.. That was her undoing. Akane flexed a
massive arm and pinned Ranma's hand in place. Then too weak from
laughter to do anything else, he rolled to the side carrying the small
girl with him and pinning her under his heavy body.
For a little while they just lay there, both breathing in great
gulps of air, trying to replenish lungs that were sore from laughter.
After a while their breath and heartbeats returned to normal, and
Akane mock scowled at Ranma. "You stinker," he said. "You fight
dirty."
Ranma cupped her hands under her chin and batted her eyelashes at
Akane, before responding in as Kawai a voice as she could manage. "I
don't know what your talking about. I'm just a poor helpless little
girl who has to defend herself from big perverts anyway I can."
Akane laughed, and rolling over on his back, pulling Ranma over
on top of him as he did so. He hugged the little girl to himself, and
for a second was tempted to resume what Ranma had interrupted, but
then he took stock of their current situation. Tables and chairs had
been shoved aside in their recent struggle, some knocked over. In the
middle of all this was the shattered remains of the chair Akane had
been sitting on while spanking Ranma.
"O no!" Akane said, "Ukyou's going to kill us."
"What you mean us white man? It was your fat ass that busted the
chair. . . Hey oww . . . stop that." Ranma said as Akane swatted her
rear. Not wanting a repeat of her recent spanking, Ranma hastily
said. "Alright, alright, don't start all over again, or Ukyou really
will kill us."
Suddenly Akane sat up, dumping Ranma onto the floor as he did so.
"Ukyou! Deities, where is Ukyou!?"
"Damn! Ukyou! I forgot all about her." Ranma said, slapping her
forehead with the heel of her hand. "After she gave you what you so
richly deserved, she had some sort of attack. I think it might have
been the same thing I had, but I don't know how it could be."
"Miss Hinako," Akane said flatly. "When Miss Hinako drained you,
she took out something different from what she usually takes. I don't
know what it was, but it sure wasn't Ki. When she came around in the
nurses station she went crazy and grabbed me. When Ukyou tried to
help me, Miss Hinako blasted her with the energy she took from you. I
don't know what it is, but it must be what was causing your problems a
few nights ago. Ukyou, started having the same type of seizure you
did, so I used a pressure point and brought her here."
Ranma scowled at Akane. "Planning on administering the cure
where you wouldn't be interrupted," she said in a voice that was laced
with jealousy. She felt a sudden coldness, as she contemplated Akane
and Ukyou together. Then she shook it off, she loved Akane, Akane
loved her. That fact was the one good thing to come out of all the
craziness of the last few days. Ranma would never again doubt Akane's
affection.
"What?" Akane asked, puzzled, then he turned bright red as he
grasped the implications. "Are you kidding, I couldn't do that to
Ukyou. I figured she must have only a small amount of whatever it
was, and that with a little rest she'd be fine."
"Well, she still had enough in her to drop like a rock after she
whacked you. I had to use a pressure point on her as well. I took
her into her bedroom before I woke you up."
"I'd better check on her," Akane said. He rose from the floor
and walked around the grill and up the stairs toward Ukyou's room.
After he had left, Ranma fell into thinking about her recent wrestling
match with Akane. Her fight with Kuno had been weighing heavily on
her mind, it was not so much that she had lost, as why she had lost.
As soon as she had felt Kuno's erection she had lost all rational
thought, and her fighting skill had fled with it. She had blamed the
potion for it, but just now she had very nearly beaten Akane, who in
her present form would not even work up a sweat in taking Kuno out.
She started to examine the situation, forgetting about the sexual
aspect of it, and looking at it from a purely tactical standpoint.
Her recent tickle fight with Akane showed that she could fight back
against a stronger foe. She had more skill then anyone this side of
Cologne. Skill that could easily overcome her disadvantages. So
long, that is, as she could get over the overwhelming fear that
rendered her helpless this afternoon. A glimmer of an idea formed in
her mind, a horrifying idea, but one that might solve her problem. It
was really horrendous, but Ranma would endure just about anything to
regain the self respect she had lost this afternoon.
Still, if Akane had been few minutes later in coming back from
looking in on Ukyou, Ranma would more then likely have thought of
something else, or talked herself out of the idea. But Akane came
back at just the right moment, or the wrong one, depending on how you
look at it, and had barely set foot into the dining area when Ranma
blurted out. "AkaneIwantyoutorapeme"

Akane tangled his feet and almost fell on his face as he looked
in shock at Ranma. "NANI!?" he cried out. "Are you out of your
mind!? How can you joke about something like that after what's
happened?" Akane shock was fueled by his bodies reaction to Ranma's
blurted out request, his penis had hardened almost immediately, and he
had to fight down a nearly overwhelming urge to take Ranma up on her
offer there and then.

For her part Ranma looked like she would give anything to retract
the words she had just spoken, but steeling herself she continued.
Not looking at Akane she explained her request. "I'm not joking
Akane, I lost to Kuno . . . to Kuno, Akane! I shouldn't have, but I
did. I was so damn scared of what he might do to me if I lost, I
couldn't even focus on fighting him."
"But . . ."
"No buts Akane. If I had managed to fight him half as well as I
just fought you, I'd have beaten him easily. When you pulled down my
panties, I panicked a little, but when I first started tickling you I
had no trouble focusing on what I had to do. What you might do to me
if I lost never really entered my mind. I need to train Akane, just
like when ever someone came up with a style I needed to beat, I have
to train. Before it was always just fighting, now it's different, but
the same thing should work. I don't want to have sex with a guy, but
it's happened twice already whether I wanted it or not. It might have
happened again if Kuno hadn't of been interrupted. Akane if Kuno had
fucked me, I think I might have killed myself, I don't think I could
have handled it. Ryouga was one thing, I respect his fighting, and I
know he was affected by the potion. Kuno is something else
altogether. I know it's hard Akane, it's a lot to ask, and I'll
understand if you don't want to do it, but I'm asking you to think
about it." For the first time since she had started her speech, Ranma
looked at Akane, and big sweated.
Akane was standing there looking at Ranma with eyes that were
fairly blazing with golden light, his breath was coming fast and hard,
and there was a very large bulge in his pants. He took a half step
towards Ranma, and then seemed to shudder, with a moan he turned away
from Ranma and stood there with his hands clenched tightly against his
sides. "Understand?" he said in a hoarse voice. "You don't
understand anything! You'd never have said anything so stupid if you
understood!" Akane turned back to face Ranma. "Do you have any idea
of how much I've been holding back for the last few days? Yesterday
in the bath and shopping was fun, but when I took you that first
night, that was one of the most wonderful things I've ever felt.
Feeling your body surrounding me, was, . . . was, . . . I can't even
begin to describe how it was, and now you ask me to rape you! Ranma I
couldn't pretend something like that, I don't think I could stop if we
started."
"GOOD!" Ranma said with great intensity. When Akane only looked
at her in shock, she continued. "It wouldn't be no good if you were
only pretending, I have to know that if I lose, I get raped. I love
you Akane!" Ranma looked surprised at herself, "I love you," she
repeated in a sort of wondering voice. "I want to be a guy again and
make love to you when you're a girl, but just because you're a guy and
I'm a girl right now doesn't make me love you any less. I won't . . .
I can't . . . make love to you like this, not freely, but if I had no
choice, I don't think I'd mind really. And maybe, if we do this, I
can learn to deal with my fear."
Akane looked at her, then once again turned his back on her. "I
can't deal with this right now," he said in a hoarse voice. "Look, we
have Ukyou to worry about. Let's get the situation with her taken
care of, then we can talk about this.
"We can't keep using that pressure point on her," Akane
continued, "we might do her some harm if we keep putting her out like
that. I wish Dr. Tofu hadn't gone off to China to study herbal
remedies. We could really use him for this. I can't even imagine how
we could explain to another doctor what is going on."
Ranma put aside her own concerns, she knew Akane was right. They
had to help Ukyou. Besides she was just as happy to drop the subject.
The speech she had just given had been illustrated in her own mind by
some very disturbing thoughts and images, images she was not ready to
face right now, images that caused a feeling of heat to wash over her
body. Wrenching her mind out of the loop it had fallen into, Ranma
said. "You got that right. And I can't even change anymore to prove
to him we're not wacko."
For a minute Akane thought about reminding Ranma that he could
now perform that function, but he did not want to rub Ranma's nose in
her situation, and besides, he was not sure he liked the idea of
putting himself on display in front of some stranger. Instead she
focused on Ukyou.
"But what can we do? If she wakes up again without being over
it, she might hurt herself. I thought you were going to break your
back when it was happening to you." Akane suddenly got a thoughtful
look, "wait a minute. Maybe we could restrain her like they do in the
hospital, they have to deal with seizures all the time."
"Where would we get something like that? Rope ain't no good. If
we tied it tight enough to restrain her, we'd end up doing more harm
then good."
"Nabiki," Akane said, "she has a whole box of restraints in her
room. You get over to the house right now, get back as soon as you
can, I'll keep an eye on Ukyou." Ranma gave her a doubtful look, but
followed her suggestion.
After she left Akane sat down. He hoped she'd make it back
before Ukyou woke up. If she didn't, Akane had the strength to
restrain Ukyou, but he'd rather not do that if he did not have to.
Ukyou had only met Akira today, and finding him forcing himself on her
would be very traumatic. If it came down to it Akane decided, he
would have to tell Ukyou the truth, there was no other way. He stood
up with a sigh, and hoping Ranma did not get sidetracked, started
straightening up the furniture he and Ranma had knocked over.

Ukyou drifted in a blank white world. There seemed to be no up,
no down, no reference points existed to focus her mind on. She could
feel nothing under her feet, and when she tried to walk her legs moved
but there was no sensation of motion.
"Ukyou?," a faint voice cried, causing her to whirl around
looking for the source.
"Here, I'm here," she shouted.
"Ukyou?," it came again, this time a little stronger. Ukyou
spied a small speck of color in the distance, and watched as it very
slowly expanded to reveal . . . herself! A naked herself she noted,
looking down she confirmed that this herself was fully clothed, so the
one coming toward her could not be a reflection. When the figure that
looked like her was about fifty yards away it stopped. "Well, it's
about time," it said, "I thought I'd never find you."
"Who are you?" Ukyou asked. "Why don't you come closer?"
The other Ukyou looked surprised, then a smile flashed across her
face, and she sprang forward, a second later Ukyou felt a light impact
on her chest, and looking down she stared at the minuscule version of
herself that was cuddling between her breasts. "Close enough?" it
asked, a hint of laughter in its voice.
Ukyou was stunned, the figure had not been far off, merely small,
with no other object to use for a reference she has assumed the
duplicate was as big as herself. Ukyou's stunned reaction ended when
her brain clicked into the fact that the little being was making
itself at home in her cleavage. She fought down the urge to treat it
like she would have Happosai. Other then gripping her bosom, it had
made no other hentai move. So rather then trying to reduce its
thickness to that of a crepe with her spatula, she reached down and
plucked it from its perch with her thumb and forefinger. Gripping it
firmly around the waist, she lifted it to eye level, and examined it
closely. The little mirror image made no objection, and Ukyou
examined her closely, discovering that the little creature between her
fingers was an exact duplicate of herself, right down to the small
mole on the inside of her thigh. The only difference between her and
Ukyou was about five feet in height, the small Ukyou being only about
eight inches tall.
"Who are you?" Ukyou asked once again. "What are you?"
"Well, I don't really have a name. We spirits don't really need
one unless we're dealing with mortals, and you're my first one, so I
haven't got one yet. As to what I am, I'm a Pooka, a spirit
companion. Your spirit companion as a matter of fact. I'm here to
start your training in being a devil hunter."
"Nani?" Ukyou exclaimed, "you're my spirit companion? . . . and
what do you mean, devil hunter?"
"Just what the name says. You're to be a devil hunter, you hunt
devils. I would think that would be pretty clear."
"I know that. But why me? Are you sure you're not suppose to be
talking to Ranchan."
"Who"
"Sorry, Saotome Ranma, he's the one that usually ends up with
this sort of business. I usually only tag along after him when I'm
involved."
"Just a second." The spirit took on distracted air, and she
seemed to be staring at nothing, "accessing" she murmured to herself.
"Saotome Genma, Saotome Nodoka, Aa here we are, Saotome Ranma." She
was silent for a second, her lips moving as she read something Ukyou
could not see. Then a small moue of distaste crossed her face.
"That's it then, she's not eligible, no longer a virgin. A spirit
can't bind with a non-virgin. No spirit companion, no devil hunter."
Ukyou felt as if a knife had stabbed her in the stomach. 'No
longer a virgin' echoed in her mind, causing her to disregard the
gender reference. She supposed that she'd always known in an abstract
way that Ranma and Akane would do it someday. They'd have to wouldn't
they, but to be confronted with the actual fact that Ranma had
experienced that with someone other then herself . . . well, she found
that she had not put Ranma as far behind her as she had thought.
"Hey, you alright", the spirit asked in its high pitched version
of Ukyou's voice.
"Aa . . . just, . . . just fine." Ukyou said, trying to control
the pain in her chest. In an effort to drive certain images from her
mind she tried to focus on what had prompted this revelation. "Devil
hunter, why me?"
The spirit shrugged. "You have the latent ability, good
background in your martial arts training, a source of magic for me to
tap to make the binding we need, and to supply you with your weapons,
and, o yes, there's a demon downstairs in your restaurant."
"Nani? A demon? In my restaurant? The bastard! How the hell
do I get out of here!? I'll kill it! Has it hurt anything yet?"
Ukyou snapped out at the spirit who was rather overwhelmed at the
barrage of questions and remarks.
"Easy, take it easy, this is limbo, no time passes here. We have
all the time in the world."
Ukyou was paying no attention, the news that a demon was in her
precious restaurant had driven any ability to think rationally right
out of her. Holding the little spirit up to her face she snarled at
it. "Get me back there NOW!!" The spirit big sweated.
"I . . . err . . . that is . . . I can't."
"What _ do _ you _ mean _ you _ can't!?" Ukyou bit out the words,
and looking very much like she was ready to start bitting something
else.
Turning pale the spirit lifted a placating hand. "Until you wake
in the mortal realm, I can't send you back. Please, give me a chance.
How about if I show you your restaurant, would that satisfy you?"
"DO IT!"
"Just lift me close enough to touch your eyelids." Her face wet
with sweat, the little demon reached forward towards Ukyou's eyes,
which closed instinctively when her hands got close. Her hands
touched Ukyou's eyelids, and suddenly she could see the interior of
her restaurant. She frantically took in the signs of destruction, her
anger growing, then with a start she realized that with the exception
of one broken chair, the only thing wrong was some disarranged
furniture that a large figure was already placing back in their proper
places. Focusing in on the figure that was standing frozen in place,
she blinked, ending the spell. Looking into the face that so closely
resembled her own once again, she said. "I don't understand, there's
no demon there. The only person I saw was Akira Tendo."
The little spirit frowned, "Akira Tendo?" she said in a
questioning voice. Once again she went into what ever trance she had
gone into when Ukyou had mentioned Ranma. In a second she came out of
it. "Nope, only Akira Tendos I can find are all far away. The only
person currently in your restaurant is the baby demon Akane Tendo, who
you need to kill."
"Nani? You're crazy. Either that or you showed me the wrong
thing. The only person I saw was Akane's cousin Akira, and I can
certainly tell the difference between a five foot girl and a six foot
plus guy."
The spirit gave a long suffering sigh and once again went into
her unfocused act. When she came out of it this time she looked a
little red. "You're right, I'm sorry, that is Akira Tendo, but he's
only existed for two days, he's really the cursed form of Akane
Tendo."
"NANI?" Ukyou practically screamed.
"That's right, seems she was doused with some spring of drowned
demon water, and that's why you have to kill her, or him as the case
may be."
Ukyou was in a state of shock, brought on by the sudden
realization that the boy she had spent the day lusting after was
really a girl, and one of her best friends to boot, but that last
statement brought her out of it.
"Kill Akane! Are you out of your mind? She's my friend. I
can't kill her."
"It's because she is your friend that you have to kill her. Do
you want her too live to experience the demon taking over her body,
slowly devouring her soul, watching in horror, unable to do anything
to prevent it, while it does horrible things to the ones she loves?
Believe me, the kindest thing you can do for her is to kill her before
she suffers through that. It will be easy, the demon is still asleep.
She trusts you, nothing would be simpler."
"Forget it! There is no way in hell I'm going to kill Akane. If
I've learned one thing in the last year it's that you never give up,
there is always another way. Ranma will help, he may not be a virgin,
and not eligible by your standards, but he won't let anything happen
to Akane, and I'd never bet against him in any sort of a battle."
Ukyou directed a fierce gaze at her duplicate. "Talk, there is never
just one option. What else can we do to save Akane?"
"There is nothing, killing her is the only way." The tiny girl
said, but she could not meet Ukyou gaze.
Ukyou narrowed her eyes, "You're lying! There is some way. Talk
damn you!" Ukyou squeezed her hand, making breathing difficult for the
spirit.
"No! It's too disgusting. No one would do it. Look, I know
it's hard for you but face it, the only way you can save your friends
soul is by ki . . . Urk" Ukyou griped the little one tightly driving
the air from her lungs and stopping her speech.
"I told you, that is not an option. Now spit it out, what is
this disgusting thing I have to do to save Akane?"
A look of absolute revulsion crossed the little spirits face.
Spitting the words out as if they were poison she said,
"Youhavetohaveintercoursewithhim."
For a minute Ukyou looked blank, as she ran the fast spoken
sentence through her brain, then she blushed furiously. "You're
joking, right?" she asked the spirit, who would not meet her eyes.
With a great deal of reluctance the Pooka explained. "The
particular demon that is involved here is from the Shikima realm.
They are lust demons, as long as Akane has frequent sex, she or he, is
safe, the demon will remain quiet, happy to savor the sensation
through their shared link. If Akane does not indulge, the demon will
grow restless, take over her/his body, and devour her/his soul, then
it will go on a rampage raping every female it can get its hands on.
You see now why you have to kill him. You're just a beginner. You
won't be ready for a full fledged demon for a long time, but right now
you can stop this particular demon before if fully wakes up."
Ukyou shook her hand, rattling the little spirit until her eyes
were pinwheels. "I keep telling you that killing Akane is not an
option. What about Ranma? You said he was no longer a virgin. So
it's obvious that he and Akane are having sex." Ukyou felt a fresh
stab of pain at her words, but she shoved it aside while she waited
for the spirit to answer.
"No good, the demon is connected to her through her male side.
That means Akane has to have sex as a male with a girl. Girl to girl
won't provide the stimulation the demon requires to stay quiet. Ranma
is not willing to have sex with the male Akane, and does not know
about what will happen if she does not. We don't have time for her to
come around, the demon is getting frustrated."
Ukyou turned pale, it was starting to look like she would have no
option, Ranma might have accesses to a female body, but he was too
manly to easily give that body to a male Akane, and by the time he
did, it would more then likely be to late. "All right," she said.
"If that's what it takes, that's what it takes. How do I get out of
here?"
"You are almost awake in the other realm. In a few seconds I can
send us there. Please reconsider, you don't know what you're getting
yourself into. The demon has already affected your friend to a
certain degree. He won't be gentle with you, and I'll be no help to
you at all for awhile"
"I've been hurt before. I've faced death before. Akane has laid
it on the line for me and others on more then one occasion. I can
take what ever it takes to help her this time. Now Get Us Out Of
here!" The little spirit quailed in front of Ukyou's wraith. Lifting
her hands she gestured, and the white disappeared. Ukyou blinked her
eyes, and for the first time in what seemed a very long time saw
something besides unrelieved white. She was back in her room laying
on her bed staring at the ceiling. A small weight on her chest made
her look down. She started in surprise when she saw the small body of
the spirit. Obviously she was no longer fully a spirit, as she was
clearly in the mortal world, and equally clearly had physical
substance. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was labored. She
barely twitched when Ukyou lifted her off her chest and cradled her in
her hands.
Opening her eyes she stared at Ukyou, and whispered in a voice
almost too faint to be heard. "So tired, have to rest. It's up to
you now. I hope you won't regret this." Then with a small sigh her
eyes closed and she went limp. For a second, Ukyou was afraid she was
dead, but then her chest rose slightly as she inhaled. Gently Ukyou
stood up, opening her top dresser drawer, she lay the little creature
down among her socks and panties.
"You should be safe here, I'll try not to let you down." Ukyou
murmured, before gently sliding the dresser drawer shut.
Ukyou ran a hand over her chest, instinctively checking the
placement of her shurikens. Her battle spatula was leaning in a
corner, and she slung it over her shoulder. Pausing for a second in
thought, she decided she would need more then this. Walking over to
her closet she extracted a few, small, tightly wrapped paper bags.
Then ready for the battle, she left.

Akane had barely finished straightening the last chair when he
heard a hesitant voice behind him.
"Akane?"
Turning, Akane looked at the figure standing at the bottom of the
stairs. "Ukyou," he said, "Are you all right?" Then the fact that
the cook had address him by his real name registered. "You know?
About me?" he stammered out.
"Yes," Ukyou said simply, looking him straight in the eyes trying
to find some trace of her friend in this muscular, and very attractive
man.
"I'm sorry Ukyou. Ranma and I never meant to hurt you. We just
hoped my curse would wear off in a few days, and no one would ever
know what had happened to me."
"Ranma?" Ukyou looked surprised for a moment, but then her face
cleared. "Aa, I see, Ranma is Ranko. I should have seen that I
guess, once I knew who you really were. Must have been a real bitch
to get him to stay a girl, not to mention dressing like one."
Akane started to explain, then stopped, there was no need to tell
Ukyou the truth about Ranma, not yet. There was still a chance she
might return to normal. "Ukyou, are you all right? You took a nasty
blast from Miss Hinako . . ." he was interrupted when Ukyou broke in
on his question.
"We don't have time to worry about me Akane, I'm feeling a lot
better now. It's you that we need to worry about."
"Me."
Ukyou ran a hand through her hair, trying to come up with some
way to explain. "Look, this is going to be hard to believe, but I've
found out that the curse you have is not the Nanniichuan curse. It's
spring of drowned Shikima demon, and unless you can keep the demon
spirit happy, it'll take over your body and eat your soul."
Akane stared at her in shock, but the explanation struck a chord.
He had never really been happy with Nabiki's explanation of why the
curse seemed to be permanent, maybe this was the real reason. Nabiki
certainly would not have wanted to mention she had screwed up that
big. Looking at Ukyou, Akane said, "that would explain a few things.
I don't suppose you learned how to get rid of it at the same time you
learned what it really is?"
"Sorry. No. My source could only tell me how to keep the demon
quiet and content. Damn, I should have asked about exorcism, I never
thought of it." Ukyou said in chagrin, then she shook her head, "No
that can't be an option. I have to think the spirit would have told
me if that was an possibility. The only solution she seemed to think
was doable, was to kill you."
"Nani?" Akane said is shock.
Ukyou hastily reassured him, "whoa, don't worry. I told her that
was not an option, around here we don't give up that easy."
"I'm glad to hear that, but who is this spirit you're talking
about?"
"I don't really know. She says she has no name because she has
never dealt with humans before. She says she's a Pooka, which is
apparently some sort of spirit guide, and that she was here to turn me
into a devil hunter."
Akane blinked at that. "Devil hunter, cool." Then his
expression grew grim, "I suppose I was supposed to be the first demon
you dealt with. I don't really feel like I've been possessed. It's
been weird the last few days, but that might just be because I've been
a guy for awhile. Did she ever give you an alternative for killing
me?"
Ukyou blushed, then in a rather hesitant voice she said, "she
said the demon was from the Shikima realm, and that it was a lust
demon."
Now Akane blushed, as he suddenly remembered all the instances
over the last few days when he had seemed to be able to do nothing but
think about sex.
Ukyou continued, she had not been looking Akane in the face, and
had not seen the look that had crossed it at the mention of the lust
demon. "The spirit said that the demon would be happy to just lay
there and be quiet as long as you gave it what it wanted."
"What does it want?"
Here Ukyou looked around the room while tapping her forefingers
together, a blush turning her face cherry red. "She said . . . Aa
that is . . . seeing as how it's a . . . lust demon . . . you see
. . . if you . . . you know if . . . you have sex it will . . . be
happy and . . . won't try to get free."
"But I have been having sex." Akane blurted out before he could
stop himself. Then realizing what he has said, he blushed as hard as
Ukyou, and also found himself unable to meet her eye.
Ukyou looked like she was about ready to suffer a stroke, and the
pain in her chest brought on by Akane's words made her feel like she
was about to have one as well. Shoving aside her feelings she
explained further. "The spirit said that it wasn't any good, you
having sex with . . . Ranma." Ukyou let out a small moan at saying
those words, but kept going. "She says the demon is male, and that
you need to have sex with a girl, while you're a guy I mean." Ukyou
finished off in a rush. "So that's why I'm here. Akane have sex with
me, it's the only way to save your soul."
Akane looked bug eyed at the brown haired Okonomiyaki chef.
"Have sex with you?" Suddenly a suspicion crossed Akane's mind,
"Ukyou, are you sure you're not feeling a little strange. That energy
Miss Hinako blasted you with, I've seen it before, and it can have
some strange effects. Why don't you lay down for a little while, and
we can talk about this when you've had a chance to fully recover."
"No! We have to do this now. The spirit said the demon's soul
was getting restless, and if you didn't do it soon, it would start to
eat your soul. Look, come up stairs, I'll show you the spirit."
"The spirit is upstairs?"
"Yes! Well no, it's not a spirit anymore, it came into the real
world. It has a solid body now. I have it in my panty drawer, come
up and take a look."
"You want me to go up to your bedroom,?" Akane asked. Ukyou
nodded her head, "and then you want me to look into your panty
drawer." Again Ukyou nodded, a little hesitantly this time, "at a
spirit who told you that you had to have sex with me to save me from a
demon." This time Ukyou's nod was very slight, and her face was again
very red.
Akane sighed, "Ukyou, trust me please, I'm not possessed by a
demon. You are under the effect of some sort of weird energy that
Hinako absorbed from Ranma. You and I do not have to have sex. If
you will just go up to your room and rest, I'm sure everything will be
much clearer . . . Ukyou, what are you doing?" The last bit was in
relation to the small bag Ukyou had extracted from somewhere inside
her shirt.
"I'm sorry Akane, I had hoped it wouldn't come to this." Ukyou
said, then she threw the small bag hard at Akane, while shouting,
"Flour Bomb revised, Sleepy time flour bomb." The bag struck Akane
and burst, enveloping him in a vast cloud of white, sleeping powder
laced, flour. In front of him, Ukyou pressed a damp cloth over her
mouth and nose, behind him the door opened, and Ranma walked in, her
vision obscured by the large box she was carrying.
Ukyou heard a heavy thump, and winced, then her expression grew
puzzled as she heard a double thump. Peering into the dissipating
cloud of powder, she soon made out as expected, the comatose body of
Akane, but unexpectedly, the slight figure of Ranma was also laying on
the floor, and besides her, a large cardboard box. Ukyou frowned,
this was a complication. Then her expression firmed. She was now a
devil hunter, at least for the short time remaining while she was a
virgin, and she would do her duty. She would save Akane. "Friends
don't let friends become possessed." She said in a determined voice.
She started towards the two figures laying on the floor, a resolute
expression on her face.

Chapter four, part three.

Nabiki exited the Uptown Downtown Tattoo parlor with an angry
grimace on her face. Shampoo, who had been waiting outside, looked a
her inquiringly. "Crap!" Nabiki said, "utter crap." Pulling out a
pad and pen she scratched out the name of the parlor she had just
exited, then she frowned at the list in her hand. She had listed five
reputable places to check, and one disreputable place, the five
quality ones had all had state of the art equipment, clean sterile
rooms, and very competitive prices. Their staff had also had about as
much artistic talent as a bunch of robots, they might as well have
been using stencils for all the life their work showed. It was true
that all she wanted placed on Shampoo were her initials, but she
wanted it to be something special, and special didn't just happen, it
took talent and skill.
She looked at the last remaining address on her list, tapping the
pen she still held against her teeth. This was not a place for two
unescorted girls to go, even if one of them was a Chinese Amazon.
Shampoo could certainly protect them, but Nabiki had no interest in
ending up in the middle of a brawl, and that's what would happen if
they went to that section of town unescorted. The mentality of the
men in that area practically guaranteed that they would be hit upon.
Which created a problem. Shampoo had a rather abrupt way with
mashers, and the men in that area would not react well to that. No
matter how dangerous she proved herself to be, Shampoo would have to
take out every would be tough guy between here and the Tattoo parlor,
and that would take too damn long.
Of course Nabiki could order Shampoo to ignore the comments and
touching, she could also take her to the vet and have her de-clawed.
Either one was as likely as the other. In other words, not a chance
in hell. Shampoo was hers, and any man who trespassed on her property
deserved every thing he got. Even if it did cause Nabiki a momentary
inconvenience.
She looked at the address again. The route they would have to
take to the final destination on her list would pass by the house.
Let's see, she thought to herself, five minutes to change, then ten
minutes to get dressed. She nodded, they should have time, provided
there was not a wait at the parlor, they would be home well before
Aunty would start worrying.
Nabiki frowned, it had been a lot simpler when it had just been
daddy looking out for them, if you could call it that, especially
after uncle Saotome had arrived and distracted him with their endless
games of Shogi. Nabiki had gotten used to doing as she wished without
having to worry about adult reactions. Aunty Nodoka was a dear, a
potentially homicidal dear mind you, but a dear all the same. However
she was cramping Nabiki's style. "O well," she sighed to herself,
"it's only for a few more months, then it's off to university for me."
Nabiki turned and started to walk towards the Dojo, not even looking
to see if Shampoo was bothering to follow.

Shampoo, who had been standing silently nearby while Nabiki had
gone over her plans, followed along a step behind, a small smile
turning up the corners of her mouth.

Ukyou, held her breath, and slowly tipped the kettle over the
comatose form of the boy laying on her restaurant's floor. Her breath
hissed out as she watched the large masculine form twist and shrink
away, and for a brief moment there was a double image before her,
making it hard to make out details. When the blurry image cleared,
there was a cute female brunette laying in place of the boy who had
been there moments before. Ukyou stared, heart pounding. Up until
this moment she had not really believed the spirit's story in her
heart of hearts, but now the proof was laying there. Akane and Akira
were the same person.
"Great, just great," she muttered to herself, her shoulders
slumping in dejection. "I must have the rarest sexual perversion in
the world. I'm irresistible attracted to aqua transsexuals. "Akane!
Who could have imagined it?"
Ukyou turned away from the sleeping girl, and contemplated the
other figure laying on her floor. Now that she knew the truth, and
could get a good look at her, she had to wonder how she had failed to
recognize Ranma. "It was easy, I was so busy drooling over Akane,
Ranchan could have danced naked in front of me and I wouldn't have
noticed. Akane!" She exclaimed once more in disbelief.
She held the kettle in her hand up over Ranma, but then stopped.
There's no point in changing Ranma back, she thought, he's not going
to like what I have to do, and it'll be easier to keep him out of it,
if I leave him like this. Besides, I don't think he would be happy to
wake up as a guy dressed like that. I'll just tie him up and stick
him in the storage room.

While Ukyou had been considering her options, the figure behind
her had opened an eye a crack and carefully taken in the situation.
When Ukyou had shouted out her Sleepy powder flour bomb attack, she
had given Akane enough warning to hold her breath before he took in an
incapacitating amount of sleeping powder laced flour. Akane had taken
in enough however, to be rendered a little woozy, so he had decided to
play possum while regaining his strength.
Now, as Ukyou turned toward her, she hastily shut her eye, and
lay there looking as unconscious as she could, she opened her mouth
slightly, and let a little streamer of drool run out the corner,
feeling quite proud of her acting skill. Of course, if it had been
Ranma or Ryouga she was trying to fool, her deception would not have
lasted a second. The last thing Akane was, was a relaxed sleeper.
Ranma had witnessed first hand just how much Akane thrashed. She had
once pounded Happosai to a pulp when he had managed to sleep with her
despite Ranma and Ryouga's best effort to prevent it. As for Ryouga,
he could lay at least a little of his toughness at her feet. The
pounding he took every night he slept with her as P-chan had been
every bit as effective as training for the breaking point in building
his endurance. Akane had to fool neither of them however. So, her
deception passed with no reaction from Ukyou other then a slight
shudder.

Ukyou turned her gaze away from the slightly disgusting image
Akane presented, and toward the box Ranma had been carrying when he
had been overcome. It had fallen on its side and opened slightly, and
she noticed there was something sticking out of it. Curious, she
focused on it, and promptly turned white as a sheet. "O Kami-sama
protect us. The spirit was wrong, the demon already has Akane, and
Ranma too." Projecting slightly from the open flap of the box was a
human penis, and the box was far to small to contain it's owner.
With her heart in her mouth, and bile rising up her throat, Ukyou
moved closer to the box, and the horrible thing sticking out of it.
Much as she wanted to, she could not tear her eyes away, any more then
she could stop herself from gingerly leaning down and with one of her
throwing spatulas opening the box.
A flood of objects fell out, and among them more of the severed
penises. Ukyou clapped a hand to her mouth in an effort to keep from
vomiting. O god, o god, I'm too late. Akane's gone. The demon has
her. Ukyou thought as tears streamed down her face, Akane's dead, and
I have to kill her body. She took one last look at the contents of
the box in order to supply herself with motivation, then readying the
throwing spatula in her hand she advanced on Akane.

Akane had been resisting the urge to peak at what Ukyou was
doing, she could not be sure the cook would be facing away, and she
did not want to lose the element of surprise. Therefore she missed
seeing Ukyou approaching her, cold murder in her eyes. Instead she
smiled internally, imagining the shock she would hand Ukyou in a
little while. Above her, Ukyou drew back her arm, and prepared to
thrust the razor sharp blade of her spatula into Akane's unprotected
chest. Then she halted, a puzzled look crossing her face.

Ukyou had paused on the verge of striking as a thought occurred
to her. Wait a minute, since when are penises flourescent red?
Turning back, she made her way to the box, and this time examined the
contents a little more carefully. What she saw caused a wave of
relief to rush over her. While the first penis had been flesh colored
and very human like, the rest were of a wide assortment of colors and
textures. The box was not a gruesome receptacle of severed body parts
after all, but rather was full of sex toys, with some metal and
leather handcuffs thrown in for good measure. There were also several
things Ukyou did not recognize, and she was not really in the mood to
investigate more closely.
For a minute she was too relieved to consider the implications of
the box's contents, but then she realized that she had little time to
waste. The demon was already exerting influence on Akane. There was
no way the prudish Akane would ever have anything to do with something
like these sex toys if there was not some sort of influence being
exerted on her.

The contents of the box came in handy as Ukyou spent the next
several minutes preparing. She used the handle of her battle spatula
to fish the metal handcuffs out of the box, not wanting to touch the
contents, there was no telling where they might have been, and had
fastened Ranma's hands behind her back with them. She had also used a
pair to fasten Ranma's ankles together. Ranma was currently sleeping
soundly, and more or less comfortably, on several bags of flour in the
storage room. Finished with Ranma, Ukyou had returned to the dining
room, gathered Akane into her arms, and carried her up the stairs to
her bedroom.

Ukyou looked down at the firm bodied, small breasted form of
Akane. She had easily stripped the oversized clothing off of the
sleeping girl before placing her on her bed. Akane lay there, legs
slightly akimbo, the small lips of her sex peeking out from between
her thighs, breath coming in slow steady movements of her chest. The
small crimson nibs of her nibbles hard and erect. A dead giveaway, if
Ukyou had been paying closer attention. Ukyou had other things on her
mind however. At the moment she held a glass of cold water in a
trembling hand contemplating what she was about to do. This was not
the way she had imagined losing her virginity. Her dreams had always
been a bit indistinct on the actual act, but they had always featured
Ranma, at least they had after she had tracked him down to Furikan.
Ukyou firmed her jaw. Might have been, and should have been, did
not matter. This was real life, not a dream, and she had to save her
friend from a demon. She turned the glass in her hand over, and
dumped the contents over Akane.

It was all Akane could do to keep from gasping in shock. Ukyou
had used chilled water, and the shock from having that dumped on her
belly was almost enough to make her give herself away. She controlled
herself, but barely. As she felt the now familiar wrenching, felt the
bed covers rub against his body as it grew and stretched. He suddenly
sympathized with Ranma's frequent cry of, what you do that for. He
stilled himself with difficulty, and waited for Ukyou's next move.
His imagination was already supplying certain images, and they were
reflected by a certain part of his anatomy.

Ukyou had witnessed Ranma's change on numerous occasions, but he
had always been more or less clothed. During Akane's change she could
not help but stare at the area where the change was most profound.
Akane's sex seemed for an instant to be turning itself inside out,
then the transformation was complete, and where before had been a
delicate little slit framed by small puffy lips, was now a large, male
appendage, that even as Ukyou watched wide eyed, twitched, rolled from
one side to another and started to swell into full erection. Ukyou
swallowed a sudden excess of saliva as she stared at the large pole
that she was going to have to take into her body. Once again Ukyou
controlled her uncertainty by recalling the purpose for all this.
Turning her back on the comatose Akane, she began to disrobe.

Akane could not resist the temptation to peek, except for a
rather flattering gasp, he had heard nothing from Ukyou since the cook
had dumped the cold water on him. His strength was almost completely
back, and he should have the advantage of surprise. Cracking his eye
he cautiously took in the current situation. The first thing he saw
was the twin cheeks of Ukyou's ass as the brown haired girl bent over
to pull off her tights. Framed between the well muscled backside, her
sparsely furred pussy seemed to wink at Akane, who turned slightly red
and began to breath quicker. Maybe I should wait a few more minutes,
he said to himself, as his erection went from solid to steel hard.
One of the reasons that Akane had always been so jealous of
Ukyou, as compared to Shampoo who merely aggravated her, was that she
found the brown hair girl attractive. If he had never met Ranma he
could easily have fallen for Ukyou. There in lay the irony. If he
found Ukyou attractive and desirable, how could Ranma fail to, and so
his jealousy when they spent any time together without him.

Ukyou finished removing her clothing, and turning, made her way
towards the daunting figure laying on her futon. Uncertain of just
were to go from here, she lay down alongside the boy, and was once
again reminded of how big he was, she felt small and frail stretched
out alongside his heavily muscled body. She reached out a hand that
visibly trembled, and lay it on his chest. Moving in closer she
pressed herself against his side so that her breasts flattened against
his ribs. She threw her long shapely leg over his, and slowly,
hesitantly began to stroke her hand down toward the object of this
whole exercise. She looked down his body, past her hand, to the
erection that was bobbing in the air, several inches above Akane's
rock hard belly. As she took in the sight of Akane's erection from
this close distance, she once again swallowed nervously.
Several times Ukyou reached for the heavy stalk that lay hard and
rigid and just above Akane's belly, but each time, at the last second
she lost her nerve and pulled her hand away. Then at last she steeled
herself and wrapped her hand around the pulsing column of flesh. For
a minute she did nothing else, just lay there pressed against Akane,
while the cock in her hand throbbed gently and the sweat on her hand
turned her grip wet and humid and the flesh under her grip slippery to
the touch.
She began to feel her own body reacting to the situation. Up
till now she had been carrying this out as a job that had to done,
trying to divorce herself from the implications, but now, with this
very masculine body pressing along the length of her body, and the
thick masculine tool griped tightly in her hand, she began to feel
aroused. Her breath quickened, a faint flush began to suffuse her
face and upper chest, and she felt a wetness growing between her legs.
The realization of her own reactions was enough to snap her out
of the state of mind she had slipped into. No!! She thought to
herself, I have to focus, have to save Akane. Ruthlessly suppressing
the urge to continue cuddling against Akane, she slid her body on top
of the large boy, and reaching between her legs, she grasped the heavy
pole that was jutting up from Akane's groin. Placing the soft round
head against the lips of her sex she drew in her breath and thrust
down with all her strength. To be brought up short before the head
did more then part her lower lips. Shocked, Ukyou looked down to find
two massive hands gripping her hips, and holding her poised just above
the jutting spike she had just tried to impale herself on.

Akane had trembled when Ukyou had pressed herself against his
body, and that had been nothing compared to what he had felt when she
had taken his member in her hand. So when she had straddled his body
and prepared to engulf him, he was no longer in any frame of mind to
resist. Then he saw her face through his slitted eyelids. It was not
the face of someone consummating a love. It was the steely grimace of
someone doing something distasteful, but necessary. That was when he
moved, without even thinking about it, his hands reached out and
stopped Ukyou just before she could carry out the final act.
"Akane, no, you have to let me!" Ukyou cried out, as she looked
down into Akane's now wide open eyes. "I have to do this. It's the
only way to keep the demon from claiming your soul. We have to have
sex."
"But I don't want to have sex with you." Akane said bluntly,
lifting Ukyou free of his cock. He moved her body slightly forward
then pulled her down and flat against his chest. He wrapped an arm
around her body and held her firmly in place. "However, I might be
interested in making love to you, if you don't mind that."
"Nani?" Ukyou said in surprise, looking down at Akane's smiling
face that was only inches from her own. Then she felt Akane hand on
the back of her head pressing down, and at the same time his face
lifted toward hers. Before she could react, Akane gave her a gentle
kiss on the lips, and then moved his hand from her head. Ukyou lay
there, pressed against Akane's masculine body, the smell of him
filling her nose, while his erection poked between her legs, just
below her sex. For a second she held the kiss, her lips shocked and
unresponsive, then they softened and Ukyou returned Akane's kiss, her
body trembling with conflicting drives.
Akane broke the kiss, and lifting a hand he brushed the hair from
Ukyou face. "There, isn't that nicer then wamm bamm thank you Sam?"
"I don't understand, why . . .?"
Akane stilled Ukyou question with another gentle kiss. Then he
said, "because you're a friend, and I like you, and for what ever
reason you seem to need to do this. Then there's the fact that you
make me hot as hell. Funny thing, a week ago I'd never have been able
to say that, but now, it just seems right." Akane looked off in the
distance for a minute, his face speculative, but then if firmed. "But
I'm not going to fuck you. If we do this, then we're going to make
love." A slight motion outside the open door caught Akane's eye.
"Beside's wouldn't you like to do this with Ranma?"
"Ranma doesn't have a demon in him, you're the one that needs to
have sex with a woman, and I can't see Ranma going along with that."
Akane gave a chuckle, "You might be surprised."
"Hey, no way, I'm a guy." a voice said from the doorway. Ukyou
turned beat red at the familiar voice, and if not for Akane's arm
holding her in place she would have fled, but Akane's arm did hold her
in place. So she could only watch in mortification as Ranma walked
into the room, twirling a pair of handcuffs on her finger. "You ought
to take some lesson Ucchan. You're not very good at tying people up."
"How?" Ukyou asked, her mind grasping at immaterial matters in an
effort to avoid terminal embarrassment. Ranma always the show off,
was glad to oblige. Holding up one of the cuffs, she revealed it was
still locked, then folding her hand flat, she effortlessly slipped it
through the opening. "The feet were a little harder, I lost a little
skin, but it was the same thing with them." Ranma explained.
"Ranma!" Akane growled, "Who cares how you got out of those
stupid cuffs. The big question is what do we do about Ukyou."
"Hey!" Ukyou protested, "You don't have to do anything about
Ukyou, Ukyou is not the one with the demon in her."
"Demon?" Ranma said in surprise.
"Ukyou thinks there's a demon sleeping in me, and if I don't have
sex with a girl, then it will get frustrated, wake up, and possess my
body."
"The magic from the potion?" Ranma asked, looking at Ukyou with
sympathy
"That's what I figure, so what are we going to do about it. You
have the handcuffs, and there are other bindings in Nabiki's box, we
could tie her up and wait for it to wear off."
"Wait a minute you Jackasses! I don't know what this magic is
your talking about, but I do know that a magic sprite told me about
the demon, and it's real. It's sleeping in my top drawer."
"The top drawer?" Ranma asked, going over to stand by her
dresser. When Ukyou nodded, Ranma slid it open, she stared inside for
a minute, blushing slightly. Then she tore her eyes away from the
delicate undergarments and slid the drawer open. "Nothing." she said.
"Nothing?" Ukyou said in surprise, "That's not possible, I put
her there myself." She started struggling with Akane. "Let me up, I
have to look for myself, she has to be there."
Her efforts to free herself from Akane were futile, he just
tightened his grip, flattening her large breasts against his broad
chest. Ignoring the struggling girl in his arms, he turned to Ranma,
and said, "You see how it is. What are we going to do?"
"Looks like you already have some ideas pervert." Ranma
snickered, glancing at the tip of Akane's erection that was poking out
from between the back of Ukyou's thighs, and putting the lie to his
pose of indifference to the girl in his arms.
"I am not a pervert!" Akane yelled, "It's just this perverted
boy's body."
"O, and what was your excuse yesterday in the tub?"
"Guy's, do you mind?" Ukyou said in a slightly strangled voice,
the sheer embarrassment of her situation was getting to her, and the
last thing she needed to hear were details of Ranma and Akane's love
making. Especially with Akane's erection rubbing against her inner
thighs, and adding a vivid exclamation point to the topic.
Both Ranma and Akane blushed slightly. "Sorry," they said as
one.
Ukyou blinked, staring from one to the other. "Sorry? You said
you're sorry?" Sheer amazement temporarily drove her current situation
out of her mind.
Akane mock growled at her. "Hey, don't act so surprised." Then
he turned to Ranma. "So what do you want to do about this?"
"Me, why me? Your the one with the equipment for the job," Ranma
said, a trace of bitterness in her voice.
"Because if I do it, I'm not going to do it without you. I
already told Ukyou that I'd only make love to her, and I can't make
love if you're not here with me."
Both Ranma and Ukyou stared at her in shock. Ukyou was the first
to recover. "Well, if you really mean that, there is a kettle on the
griddle downstairs. I always keep hot water on hand. Ranma, you can
change, and then come back." Ukyou mind was whirling. Maybe she would
have a chance at making love to Ranma, even if just this once. Then
she noticed that Ranma had not moved, and that both he and Akane
looked sad. "What is it? What's wrong?"
Ranma and Akane looked at each other, and something seemed to
pass between them, Ranma started to unbutton her top.
"Ranma can't change back Ukyou. She might never be able to
change back again." Akane said. While Ranma stripped down completely,
Akane gave Ukyou an abbreviate version of what had happened to Ranma.
As with their parents, he left out the details concerning Ranma being
raped, but he did mention that he had to have sex with Ranma in order
to cure her of the convulsions brought on by the potion, and that they
were afraid that the potion was what was causing this desire of hers
to have sex with Akane.
Ukyou was stunned, she had a hard time taking it all in, but one
thing caught. She looked in horror between Akane and Ranma. "The
spirit said that Ranma could not bind with her because she was not a
virgin, I thought that she meant that you and Akane had . . . I mean
you did, but I thought she meant that you were a girl, and Ranma . . .
Gods Akane, you mean you and Ranma have had sex while you're . . . and
while he . . . ?"
Akane had been alternating his gaze between Ukyou and Ranma, and
he noticed Ranma flinching every time Ukyou used 'he' to describe her.
Once she would have insisted on that address, but now it was a knife
poking at an open wound. Especially while discussing what had
happened that night.
"She!" Akane said softly to Ukyou, "Ranma is a she now. You need
to call her a she until we find a cure." Ranma winced, but did not
make her customary objection. "And yes, we have made love while I was
a guy, but only the one time. The other time we were both girls. So,
still want to go through with this? Still want to make love to us?
Knowing what sort of perverts we are."
Ukyou looked from Akane to Ranma, who was now completely disrobed
and standing there waiting for her answer, a part of Ukyou's mind
noted that they had not been completely thorough with the die job, and
wondered how they had intended to pass her off in PE. Ukyou's eyes
roved over Ranma's body, noting the firm musculature, the high proud
breasts. If she had been any other girl, Ukyou might have considered
backing off, would have concluded that for Akane to make this offer
the demon must have taken her over completely, but this was Ranma, and
whatever body she wore, Ukyou loved Ranma.
"I guess you'll have to add one more pervert to the roll call"
Ukyou said finally, smiling at Ranma, then glancing at Akane, "I'm not
going to miss a chance at Ranma, providing you can keep from squashing
us like bugs."
"Don't worry Ucchan, now that Akane is the one with balls, he's
the one that has to watch out for falling mallets. By the way, nice
move in the back yard earlier." Ranma said, while inside she was
greatly heartened by the knowledge Ukyou still found her desirable.
Ukyou blushed, "I didn't know . . . mmmppp" Ukyou's apology was
cut off as Akane pulled her down and as he had earlier, captured her
mouth. Ukyou stiffened, but then she relaxed, and returned the kiss,
and when after a few seconds she felt the tip of Akane's tongue
against her lips, she parted them and let it press forward to tangle
with her own.
Ukyou felt Akane's arm tighten around her, and he rolled to the
side, laying her down on the futon, his lips never left hers, but he
untangled their legs from each other and swivelled his body slightly,
so that her lower body was free of him. She missed the heat of his
body, and would have protested, but before she could, a small form
slipped between her legs.

Ranma took her cue from Akane, their new closeness making words
unnecessary. When Akane lay Ukyou down and moved his body out of the
way, Ranma wasted no time in moving in to replace his presence between
Ukyou's legs. She felt Ukyou stiffen in surprise as she brushed
against her thighs, but Akane was keeping her too occupied to react
quickly, and long before she could have freed herself, providing she
had even tried, Ranma reached her destination. With the eagerness of
the recently converted, she eyed Ukyou's pussy with delight. To her
surprise there were marked differences between Ukyou and Akane that
extended past the different hair color. Ukyou was more sparsely
covered then Akane, the hair finer and not so concealing. The lips of
her sex were not nearly as red or as puffy as Akane's had been the
night before, and when Ranma tenderly parted the folds of her pussy,
she did not leak moisture down her thighs as Akane had.
Eager to find if the differences extended to taste, Ranma lowered
her head and licked Ukyou's pink flesh with a her small tongue. She
smiled as the taste exploded in her mouth. It was different. There
were similarities, but Ukyou's was subtly different then Akane. Not
better, just different. Ranma eagerly dived in, and forgot everything
else in her quest for the flavorful fluid that started to flow in
increasing quantities from Ukyou's rapidly reddening vessel. Ranma
soon realized that some of the differences between Ukyou and Akane
were due to the fact that Ukyou had not been as highly aroused as
Akane had been. Ranma's tongue was doing a very good job of changing
that, aided and abetted by Akane's efforts at Ukyou's other end.
As Ranma savored the banquet in front of her, she thought back
over her relationship with Ukyou. Ukyou had been her best friend, and
the fact that she turned out to be a girl had not changed that, at
least not at first, but she was so kind and so cute. Ranma had over
time found her feeling changing. Not that she had admitted it to
herself, no more then she had ever admitted her love for Akane. But
the truth was, that if Akane had not been a part of her heart by the
time Ukyou found her, she could have easily fallen in love with her.
Unlike Shampoo who aroused and terrified Ranma depending on her
current form, Ukyou was an anchor she could always rely on. Someone
who she could go to in times of trouble, and be sure of a kind and
undemanding welcome. Which was ironic, because the one thing Ukyou
lacked, was the inclination to go ballistic on Ranma.
Her fiancees had always wondered how Ranma could fall in love
with someone who was so mean and nasty to her. They never stopped to
consider that Ranma's whole life from the age of six had been one of
constant conflict. She had no idea how to deal with anyone on any
other basis. Now something new had entered the equation. Somehow,
Akane and her no longer had any doubts concerning the others feeling,
or their own. Ranma knew she loved Akane, and knew just as strongly,
that Akane loved her. A week ago if Ranma had dared to show any
affection toward Ukyou, Akane would have reduced her, or him, to a
pulp. Now that had all changed. Ranma could feel Akane's love for
her, and his concern for Ukyou, more then concern actually. To her
surprise, Ranma realized that Akane was as fond of Ukyou as she was.
Rather then arousing her own highly developed sense of jealousy, it
merely made her love for Akane swell all the more.

Akane had held tight to Ukyou when she had started at Ranma's
intrusion between her legs. He had pressed his mouth firmly against
Ukyou's and redoubled the efforts of his tongue. It was not long
before Ukyou got over her surprise and began to respond to the
pleasure flowing from her loins. Her tongue was soon wrestling with
vigor equal to Akane's. A small moan emerged from her throat, and
when Akane slipped a hand over and cupped one of her full breasts, the
nipple was like a little rock. Akane rolled it between her fingers
for a few minutes, then pulling her mouth away from Ukyou's, he
transferred his attention to the little bud between his fingers. The
tip of his tongue flicked out and just barely brushed the end of
Ukyou's breast.
After teasing Ukyou's left nipple for a few minutes, Akane
transferred his attention to her right, meanwhile he kept twiddling
her left between his fingers. Eager to taste more of Ukyou, he
inhaled, and drew a surprising amount of her breast into his mouth.
He savored the firm flesh, and gently bit her while lavishing non stop
attention to her nipples with his tongue and fingers.
For several minutes Akane and Ranma used their respective tongues
to drive Ukyou to the edge and over. But even then they were not
satisfied. Despite the fact that they were both burning with desire,
they were committed to making this the best experience of Ukyou's
life. So they brought Ukyou to several more orgasms, before Ukyou
finally said, "Enough, no more." She managed to get out between gasps,
"I can't take anymore. Akane, you have to do it now. You need to
satisfy the demon, keep him asleep. You have to feel pleasure."
"Who's says I'm not?" Akane said with a smile. He leaned down
and gently kissed Ukyou. "Don't you think I get any enjoyment out of
your pleasure."
"That's not what I mean, and you know it. You have to do it to
me."
"It? What's it?" Akane kissed and licked her way down Ukyou's
throat to her breasts, spent a few minutes lavishing attention on them
before continuing. "You'll have to speak more clearly, being a boy
has shrunken my brain. What is it you want me to do?"
Ukyou flushed red, only partially because of her arousal. "You
know, it!"
Ranma, who had been too occupied to pay much attention to
unimportant matters such as conversation suddenly became aware of
Akane's teasing. She lifted her face, juice dripping from her chin
and frowned at Akane, who was oblivious to her, all her attention
being on Ukyou's flushed face. Ranma well remembered Ryouga's effort
to get her to beg him to fuck her. How he had teased and tormented
her. That had been alright then. It had been part of the fight, but
this was not a fight. They were not trying to beat or shame Ukyou.
The frown on her face grew more severe, and she reached out a hand.

Akane was enjoying the way Ukyou's face was turning cherry red in
embarrassment. The way she was trembling showed that all her talk
about Akane needing to pleasure himself was all a hoax, just as he had
imagined. She wanted him to finish it, because she wanted it, not
because of any imaginary demon that needed placating. He leaned
forward to once again tease her sensitive breasts. His mouth never
reached its destination. His whole body shuddered and he froze, as
something wrapped itself around a very sensitive part of his new body.
He looked between his legs to see a small, but powerful hand cradling
his balls in its grip. Twisting his head he looked down Ukyou's body
to where Ranma was frowning at him.
Ranma released her grip, and moved herself out from between
Ukyou's legs. The look she directed at Akane was equal part censor
and command. For a second anger flushed Akane face, but rather then
backing down, Ranma look only firmed. That was shocking enough to
make Akane think, and he flushed in shame this time, as she considered
how she had been tormenting Ukyou. It looked like he still had a few
unresolved conflicts with Ukyou, but this was neither the place or
time to resolve those.
Akane looked down at Ukyou, who was looking in puzzlement between
Ranma and Akane, feeling that there was something going on here that
she could not follow. "Ukyou, I'm sorry, I was being cruel and mean,
please forgive me."
Ukyou, who had been looking at Ranma when Akane spoke, snapped
her head around and stared in disbelief. Unlike Ranma, it was not
unheard of for Akane to say he was sorry, but not normally to one of
his rivals for Ranma. For a second she stared in surprise, until
Akane finally said angrily, "hey, you don't have to look so surprised.
Can't a person say their sorry."
Ukyou laughed. "Now that's more like the Akane I know. I was
afraid for a second there that the demon had taken you over."
For a second Akane kept her angry glare, but in the face of
Ukyou's smile, it soon faded, and he leaned forward, and kissed her.
Ukyou wrapped her arms around Akane and pulled him down against her.
Akane shifted his body till he was between her legs, then breaking the
kiss, he pulled his head back and gave Ukyou a serious look. "Ukyou,
are you sure, you don't seem to be suffering from any symptoms any
longer."
"Akane!" Ranma said in a warning tone.
"Be quiet Ranma, this is Ukyou's decision. I won't tease her
anymore, at least not tonight, but this is important, she has to be
sure. Ukyou?"
Ukyou started to say that they had to do it because of the demon,
but then she stopped. That was not what Akane wanted to hear. He did
not believe in the demon. He wanted to hear that Ukyou wanted to do
this willingly. Ukyou suddenly realized that she did want to do this.
She had been attracted to Akira at school, she had always liked Akane,
and with Ranma thrown in for good measure, she was as close as she was
ever going to get to her dream. "Yes! Yes I want to do this. Just
. . . Ranma . . . would you mind holding me while . . . you know."
Ranma was not good at emotional stuff, but she understood what
Ukyou wanted. She moved closer and lay down beside Ukyou. Leaning
forward she gently kissed the cook. In seconds the two girls were
passionately engaged in each other. Akane should have felt left out,
but instead, he was surprised at the amount of affection he felt for
both girls, not just for Ranma. The jealousy he had always felt
toward Ukyou was gone, he felt the love between the two, and rather
then feeling excluded, knew he was part of it. Reaching between his
legs he felt for and found Ukyou's slick entrance. It was well
lubricated as a result of Ranma's attention, and his finger slipped
inside easily, but stopped as it came up against the barrier of
Ukyou's hymen. Ukyou gave a small gasp, and flinched as Akane's thick
finger penetrated her.
Akane knew he had to take his time, so while Ranma kissed Ukyou
and fondled her breasts, he added another finger to the one already
inside Ukyou. For several minutes he worked his fingers back and
forth between Ukyou's legs, widening her entrance, and getting it
ready for the much larger intrusion to come. Ukyou orgasmed, her hips
bucked against Akane's hand, impaling herself on Akane's fingers. Her
hands came down and wrapped around Akane's wrist, pulling his hand
tight against her sex. Akane waited for the girl's shuddering body to
relax, then freeing his hand from Ukyou now slack grip, he brought his
penis forward and pressed it against Ukyou's opening. Looking down
past Ranma's head, Akane looked Ukyou in the face. "Fast or slow?" he
asked.
Ukyou swallowed, this was the big moment. She had removed enough
bandages in her life to have no doubt as to how she wanted this.
"Fast," she whispered.
Akane nodded, and thrust his hips down, groaning as Ukyou tight
hot flesh enclosed his member. Ukyou gasped in shock in time with his
groan. He felt her barrier halt his forward motion, and drawing back
again he shoved forward, and this time burst through Ukyou's cherry,
and on into her depths. Ukyou body shuddered, and a tiny cry of
distress escaped her lips as she felt Akane's shaft ripping her
maidenhood to shreds. Akane made several more in and out motions, and
then he was completely sheathed in her body, his pubic hair mingled
with hers, his balls resting in against the bottom of her slit.
Akane paused, panting as if he had just run a marathon, he wanted
desperately to withdraw his penis from Ukyou's hot flesh and thrust it
forward again and again until he released his passion deep in her
body. The tears that were slowly trickling down Ukyou's cheeks
stilled that impulse. He relaxed, letting his heavy shaft soak,
allowing Ukyou to adjust to his presence in her body. He leaned
forward to kiss her, but before he could, Ranma leaned in and licked
the tears from her cheeks. Instead of kissing Ukyou as he had
intended, he bussed Ranma on the back of the neck, Ranma twisted her
head around and captured his mouth with hers, and he tasted the salty
tears that Ranma had just licked from Ukyou's cheek. Akane broke the
kiss, and looked down at Ukyou, who looked back with glistening eyes.
"Better?" Akane asked.
"Marvelous. Why did you stop?"
Akane laughed. "I don't know." He rocked his hips and Ukyou
gave a gasp as she felt him shift inside of her. Akane set up a
gentle rhythm, not doing much more then shuttling his cock an inch at
a time back and forth. Soon Ukyou's hips were rising to meet him as
she matched his motion with her own. For her part, Ranma kept kissing
Ukyou's breasts, while her fingers reached down between her own legs
and started stroking herself in time with her two partners motion.
Ukyou was the first, she gave a shudder, and then wrapping her legs
and arms around Akane, gripping him desperately as waves of pleasure
coursed through her body.
Akane felt Ukyou's body shudder, and her vessel flexed and
caressed his manhood. The gentle thrusting he had been maintaining
suddenly was not enough, he started to withdraw more and more of
himself from her body with every outward thrust, shoving himself to
the hilt on each inward thrust. Soon the head of his penis was
exiting Ukyou's pussy on each outward pull, before plunging back in.
After that it was only a matter of seconds before he gave a shudder
and fired jets of sperm deep into Ukyou's clenching vessel. With a
sigh Akane collapsed on top of Ukyou who ran her hands lazily up and
down his back. Ukyou reached up and kissed Akane, a dreamy look on
her face.
"That . . . that . . . was . . . that." Akane interrupted her
with a kiss.
"I agree. That was . . ." Akane was interrupted by muffled
cursing. Startled he pulled away from Ukyou, allowing a red faced
Ranma to pull her head out from between their bodies. She gasped for
breath for a minute or two before turning a dirty look on the two of
them.
"Thanks a lot. I was almost there, and then you had to try and
smother me."
Ukyou looked embarrassed, but Akane only grinned, reaching out a
arm he hooked it around Ranma's waist and pulled her in tight against
him and Ukyou. He kissed her soundly, and said, "Poor baby, how mean
of us to leave you hanging, I guess you get to be the filling in the
sandwich next. What do you think Ukyou, feel up to helping Ranma out
until I'm ready for another go around?"
Ukyou was about to reply, when her face paled slightly. She held
out a hand to steady herself, and Akane and Ranma both took hold of
her at the same time laying her back gently on the futon.
"Ukyou, are you alright?" they said as one. Then Akane reeled
backward, barely avoiding taking one of Ukyou's small spatulas
broadside across the face. Ranma and Akane both stared in shock at
the small figure that was standing on Ukyou's chest.
"You leave her alone you monsters. Don't you dare lay a hand on
her again, you, you, you, PERVERTS!!" The small duplicate of Ukyou
screamed at them. Both Ranma and Akane went into the classic
Takahashi pose of extreme shock, hair standing on end, fingers held
out in a warding gesture.

Nabiki grimaced as he walked into the last address on his list.
Furniture that had not been new when his father was a baby, tattered
drawings pinned to the walls in no discernable order, the walls
themselves not having been painted in who knows how long. Finally
last, but not least, the proprietor. Fifty years old, and three
hundred pounds of greasy flesh. He flowed around the stool he was
sitting on. The owner? Artist? was ensconced behind the counter
with his feet up on a tattered chair reading an adult magazine that
Nabiki recognized as specializing in young girls. Nothing could be
further away from the last five places they had visited.
He looked up from his magazine, and glanced at Nabiki, his eyes
trailed up from the leather shoes. The finally made suit, and the
last touch, the snap brimmed fedora that Nabiki had felt gave him a
dangerous look. The man behind the counter obviously did not share
Nabiki's opinion, he snorted in derision, and started to go back to
his magazine. His motion was arrested when Shampoo walked in the
door. Like he had with Nabiki, he ran his eyes over her body, but the
light in his eyes clearly indicated that he was far more impressed
with her then he had been with Nabiki.
Nabiki narrowed his eyes, and marching forward he slammed a
drawing of the initials he wanted placed on Shampoo onto the counter
top. "How much?" he snarled out, running his eyes up and down the man
behind the counter. He let his distaste show in his face.
If the man was concerned at Nabiki's opinion, he gave no
reaction, he looked at the drawing for a second, then turned his gaze
back toward Shampoo. "One hundred thousand," he drawled out. Nabiki
stiffened, but gave no other sign that the price bothered him.
Shampoo was not so controlled. She started in surprise, the price
quoted was ten times more then any of the other parlor's had quoted.
She turned to leave, but quickly turned back when she heard Nabiki
snap out, "draw," and slap down a blank piece of paper on the counter
top.
The man sneered at her, and then without taking his eyes off of
Shampoo, he duplicated Nabiki's drawing in about five seconds. This
time Nabiki had a harder time controlling his reaction. He had spent
his entire lunch hour, and about twenty pieces of paper to end up with
a drawing he was happy with. This man had not just duplicated it, he
had produced a far superior version, and without exerting himself in
the slightest.
"I want to see your work area!" he snapped out.
"I want to see some money." the man drawled.
Nabiki flushed in anger, but he reached into his pocket a
produced a roll of ten thousand yen notes. Slowly, meticulously, he
counted ten bills out on to the counter. He only had three bills left
in his hand when he finished, a fact that Shampoo did not miss. The
sight of the money finally caused the man to draw his eyes away from
Shampoo. He heaved himself up with a grunt and reached for it.
Nabiki slapped a hand down on top of it and glared at him, "when I'm
convinced you're worth it. The work room, now!"
"Sure Mr., whatever you say." He turned and headed towards a
curtained door. Nabiki was simmering in anger. The tone he had used
when he said Mr. had been extremely derogatory. Fighting down the
urge to walk out, he followed the fat man into his work area. As he
entered the room he stared around him, taking in the decor. Once
again he had to fight to hide his surprise. While the fixtures were
no younger then the ones out front, they were meticulously maintained,
and gleamed with cleanliness. Unlike the other parlors they had
visited, this artist seemed to use the old methods. There were a wide
assortment of bamboo rakes neatly arranged on various surfaces and
drawers. They would be dipped in the ink, and then the sharp prongs
would be shoved under the skin of the customer to generate the
artwork.
Just how good the artwork could be was demonstrated by the few
pictures hanging on the wall. They were life sized copies of full
body tattoos. The detail and artistry were breathtaking. This was
not what had shocked Nabiki, he had already drawn certain conclusions
from the display in the front. What had shocked him was that the
drawings on the wall were clearly Yakuza, and high level at that. No
street soldier would ever be able to afford the work Nabiki was
looking at. How had he missed this place? He had always been
surprised at the low level of organized crime in the area, and had
spent a great deal of effort in finding the little that there was.
You would think that a place like this would stand out, but he had
never guessed.
Nabiki nodded, "Shampoo, take off your dress, get on the table."
He pulled out the roll of money and counted off the ten bills once
again as Shampoo obeyed, Nabiki held out the thin sheaf of bills to
the fat man, then snatched them away as he reached for them. "Just
one word of warning. Shampoo is your canvas for the next little
while, that is all. Do your job, and we all go away happy. Get too
free with your hands and you'll get hurt." Nabiki handed the money to
the fat man, who sneered at him.
"And who's going to hurt me? You? I'll do whatever I damn well
please . . ." The fat man broke off and started to sweat profusely.
Little embers had lit in Nabiki's eyes as he had been talking. He
swallowed nervously. "Look, . . . I'm a pro. You think your girl is
the first good looking chick I've had laid out on my bench. I've seen
better."
"I seriously doubt that. Just do your job. I'll be sitting over
here. Shampoo!"
Shampoo, who had undressed and was stretched out on the bench
looked over at Nabiki, an inquiring look in her eye.
"<Don't hurt, unless Nabiki say so.> You understand?"
Shampoo was surprised when Nabiki addressed her in broken
mandarin, but she recovered quickly, looking over at the fat man, then
back to Nabiki she nodded, "Shampoo understand."
After selected several small rakes and a bottle of black ink, the
fat man approached Shampoo, his eyes now with the look of an artist
examining a canvas for flaws, rather then those of a dirty old man
staring at a lovely young girl.

Akane cursed vilely, and swatted at the small creature that was
leaping towards him. All he got for his trouble was another small cut
to join the several that were already welling blood on his hands,
while the little duplicate of Ukyou twisted in the air and used his
hand as a springboard to leap away toward one of the bedroom walls
free and clear. The cuts were not serious. By this time tomorrow
they would be invisible, but they did sting, and the frustration of
having this little monster cutting her at will was making it very
difficulty to control his temper. Ranma was no help. She was sitting
on the futon with Ukyou's head held in her lap. While Akane tried to
fight off the little buzzsaw, she sat there stroking Ukyou's head and
occasionally yelling out stupid advice. It was very clear that she
considered the little thing no threat at all.
When the little creature had first appeared, Akane had tried to
reason with it, to no avail. It had attacked him, and had been
attacking him ever since. The fight was made ridiculous by the fact
that Akane outweighed his opponent one hundred and fifty times over.
Because the little creature was an almost exact duplicate of the girl
Akane had just made love to, and because he knew it was only trying to
help, he was seriously constrained in just how much effort he could
put into the fight. The last thing he wanted to do was to squash the
little thing like a bug. "Damn it all to hell!!" Akane cursed as the
Ukyou clone got in yet another blow, this time to his bare backside.
Much to the delight of Ranma who laughed out load.

"Ranma! A little help please, if you don't mind." Akane snapped
out.
"I don't know Akane, I wouldn't want you to think that I think
you can't handle a little thing like Ukyou-chan. Are you sure you
want my help?" Akane sent a dirty look her way that spoke volumes.
"Ok, ok, whatever you want."
Ranma reached over and picked up one of Akane discarded socks.
Folding it inside itself, she formed it into a solid cloth ball, then
waiting for just the right moment, she pegged it across the room. It
flew straight to its target, Akane's head. Then it bounced right into
the path of Ukyou-chan. She swatted it away with the small throwing
spatula in her hands. This left her out of position, and when Akane
reached out for her this time, she was not able to get her weapon
around in time to cut his hand, he grabbed her out the air, more then
two thirds of her body disappearing as Akane's hand closed firmly but
gently around the little creature.
"There, got you." Akane cried out in triumph as he plucked the
small throwing spatula from Ukyou-chan's grip.
"Don't bet on it monster." The little creature snarled. Opening
her mouth impossible wide, she revealed for the first time a major
difference between her and Ukyou. She had a formidable set of fangs.
She proceeded to use those to good effect. She chomped down on
Akane's thumb with all her might. With a yell of pain, Akane opened
his hand and shook it vigorously, flinging Ukyou-chan across the room.
She landed rolling, and came to her feet just short of the wall. She
spat out several drops of blood, and wiped some more from the corner
of her mouth with the back of her hand.
"You little monster, you bit me." Akane yelled, just before
sticking his thumb in his mouth to suck on the injured digit.
"Youfff, miffth haffe Phosiend mf." he mumbled.
"Who you calling a monster demon!" Ukyou-chan yelled back. "As
for poisoning you, I'm the one who's probably going to curl up and die
from drinking your foul . . ." She broke off suddenly, and smacked her
lips several times, with a puzzled look on her fac. She lifted a
blood smeared hand to her mouth and licked it. "This is wrong, this
isn't possible." She licked her hand again, and then looked at Akane
incredulously. "You taste good."
"O thank you very much I'm sure. It's a great relief to know
that monsters find me a taste treat." Akane snarled at her.
"You don't understand, you're a demon, but you taste good.
That's not right. Something is wrong here."
"For the last time, I am not a demon."
"Then why the fangs and markings?"
"What fangs? What markings?"
"Akane," Ranma suddenly said, the worried tone of her voice made
Akane look over at her. "I think maybe you had better take a look in
a mirror."
"Puzzled, Akane complied, keeping an eye on Ukyou-chan, he moved
over to Ukyou's dresser and looked in the mirror. His eyes widened,
and he lifted a tentative hand to the corner of his mouth. Lifting a
corner of her upper lip, he stared at the heavy and very pronounced
canines he now possessed. Then he lifted his hand higher and scrubbed
at several faint marks that adorned his forehead and cheeks.
"I don't understand, what's happening to me?" Akane said, then,
eyes narrowed in suspicion, he turned toward Ukyou-chan, "What did you
do to me?" he said in a accusing voice.
"Me? Not a damn thing. I wish I had, then maybe I could fix
it." The little being said dispiritedly.
"What do you mean?" Akane demanded, and as Ukyou tried weakly to
stand up, only to be gently pushed back by Ranma, "and what's wrong
with Ukyou?"
"It all the same thing. The Powers that be have screwed the
pooch, Ukyou and I are dead meat." Ukyou-chan said, shoulders slumping
in dejection.
"Nani?" Ranma and Akane said is shock. "How? . . . What can we
do?"
"Nothing, not a damn thing."
Akane was about to demand a more detailed answer when Ukyou
interrupted him, and said in a weak voice. "If I'm going to die, I'd
sort of like to know why. A little while ago, you said Akane had a
demon sleeping in him, and that the only way to save him was to have
sex with him. Now you say Akane is a demon anyway, and that I'm going
to die, along with you. What the hell is going on?"
"It's sort of like this." Ukyou-chan sighed, when the Powers that
be sensed Akane, they assumed he had been possessed, and given the
recent happenings, that it was something to do with a Jusenkyo curse.
From the Kami plane their vision was clouded, they were wrong. Akane
is not possessed, he is a demon, a half breed I'd say, and an
uncorrupted one from the taste of him."
Ranma looked puzzled. "You mentioned Akane tasting good before,
what has that got to do with anything?"
Ukyou-chan, shrugged. "It's the nature of demons, the nastier
they are, the worse they taste. Conversely human innocents, like for
instance most virgins, taste delicious, which is why they are so
sought after by demons. Akane tastes good, and is most definitely not
a virgin, therefore he's not evil."
"So, that's a good thing. Why does it mean you and I are going
to die?" Ukyou asked.
"It's part of the same screw up. Why do you think you were
selected as a demon hunter?"
"I have no idea, because I'm a good martial artist, and I'm, or I
was a virgin."
"Partially, but those would have meant nothing without the magic
in you."
"Magic in me? I don't have any magic."
"You're telling me." Ukyou-chan said.
Akane broke in. "It's the magic Miss Hinako took from Ranma, and
blasted into you. That's right isn't it?"
"Bingo." Ukyou-chan said, "but I just realized that. You see, to
be selected as a demon hunter, you have to be one of the few humans
who naturally produce magic. It usually means that there is a little
Devine blood in you. It's a delicate thing, you can't have the
ability to use the magic yourself. That's so when a spirit binds with
you, the spirit becomes the magic user. He, or she, supplies the
magic the demon hunter needs to do his, or her, job. The magic also
supplies the life energy for the spirit. It's a sort of Symbiotic
relationship. The spirit needs the magic to live, and the demon
hunter needs the skills and protection the spirit can provide using
that magic."
Ranma piped in. "So, what's the big deal? Ukyou doesn't have
any magic, so she can't be a demon hunter. Akane you say, is a good
demon, and I still ain't buying that." she hastily added seeing
Akane's frown. "So anyway, that means Ukyou don't got to be a demon
hunter, so why don't you just go back to where you came from."
"I wish." Ukyou-chan said bitterly. "When I bonded with her it
was a permanent deal, only her death can free me . . ." Ukyou-chan
broke off suddenly and big sweated as Ranma and Akane placed
themselves between her and Ukyou.
"You don't lay a finger on her while we're here." Akane snarled.
"Are you crazy, I could no more hurt my bond partner then I could
myself."
"So why did you say Ukyou was going to die."
"I also, if you were paying attention, said that I was going to
die as well. I need that magic, the magic that Ukyou does not
produce. Without it, the bond draws on her life force, and it's not
an efficient usage. I'll drain her dry, and then we'll both die, and
there's not a damn thing I can do about it."
"Well, there's something I can do about it." Ranma snarled, she
leaped across the room to where Ukyou's battle spatula was. Snatching
it up, she raced towards Ukyou-chan, the oversized weapon held high,
ready to splatter the little girl. Before she could get there Ukyou
threw herself in between Ranma and Ukyou-chan.
"Ranma stop this." Ukyou said, her face white with the effort of
keeping on her feet.
"Get out of my way Ukyou, I'm going to squash that damn vampire."
"No, that's what she wants, and I'm not going to let her get away
with it. I already told her earlier, we don't kill our friends,
there's always another way."
"What do you mean, she wants Ranma to kill her?" Akane asked.
"Look at her" Ukyou said, gesturing toward Ukyou-chan who was
just standing there, making no effort to put distance between herself
and Ranma. "Think how she explained it, remember how she dodged
Akane. She could have gotten out of Ranma's way easily. Why didn't
she? She went out of her way to make you think killing her was the
answer, and then when you were going to do it, she didn't make a
single move to save herself."
Ranma looked at Ukyou-chan, who glared back at her. "You're
right," Ranma said after a minute. She let the battle spatula fall to
the floor. "So, what do we do now."
"We could let Hinako zap you, and then blast Ukyou." Akane
suggested.
"No good," Ukyou-chan said, "taken in that way, the magic is not
compatible with humans. She would experience overwhelming lust until
I drained it out of her. But even so, the little that was still in
her could have kept us both going for quite some time. That's why I
was so mad earlier. You sucked all the remaining magic right out of
her while you were, you know, with her, obviously your own reserves
were low. Then when Ukyou was, you know, with you, that exhausted
some of her own reserves. I didn't help any when I attacked you, I
drained off even more when I tried to fire off some magic attacks out
of reflex. The good news is that now that both Ukyou and I are more
or less calm, she should regain some of her strength, but only for a
few hours, eventually having to supply energy to both of us will drain
her."
"Taken in that way," Ukyou whispered to herself.
"What do you mean Ukyou?" Akane asked, catching the tone in
Ukyou's voice. Ranma had not heard Ukyou, she was deep in thought,
and her concentration was such that she was cut off from the outside
world as she tried to think of anything she had experienced on her
travels, or while living in Nerima that might help in this situation.
Nothing short of a physical attack was going to get her attention for
a while.
"I've had a little experience with my double here," Ukyou
answered Akane. "Sometimes she's decides on her own that certain
options are not acceptable. Just like when she said I had to kill
you, and then later I managed to find out that having sex would solve
the problem." Ukyou turned to look at Ukyou-chan. "So, what did you
mean when you said, taken in that way? Is there another way of taking
the magic that would work?"
Ukyou-chan looked nervous. "It was just a slip of the tongue,
there's no option, you have to kill me to save yourself. You have to
do it. I can't do it. I'm not wired for suicide."
"I'd say you're doing a pretty good job. You almost got Ranma to
do it for you."
"There's no rule that says I can't lay the options out to you."
Ukyou-chan said defensively.
"The problem is, you don't lay out 'all' the options." Ukyou
said. "It's sex again isn't it?"
"I don't know what your talking about." Ukyou-chan mumbled,
looking down her feet, not able to look Ukyou in the face.
"You see," Ukyou said to Akane, "she's a lousy liar. Well, this
is what I'm going to do Yousee, . . . "
"Yousee?" Akane asked questioningly.
"Short for Ukyou-chan, U,C, Yousee, you see?" Akane nodded
hesitantly, moving his lips as he tried to figure out Ukyou's last
statement. "So, Yousee, this is what I'm going to do, nothing,
absolutely nothing."
"But you can't, you'll die."
"Not if you give me the other option. I'm not going to try and
beat it out of you this time, and I'm sure as hell not going to kill
you, no matter how much of a jackass you are."
Yousee turned her back on Ukyou, "You know I can't let you die,
but . . ."
"No buts!!" Ukyou snapped her anger restoring some of her
strength and vitality.
"All right, it's the demon, he's the key. He can take energy
from Ranma and convert it into a form that we can live on. But it's
not a one time deal, you'll need a transfusion on a regular basis."
"So how do I go about doing this?" Akane asked eagerly.
"Just be yourself." Yousee sneered.
"Yousee, you apologize right now. Akane is trying to help us, he
does not need lip from you." Ukyou snapped out.
Yousee quailed before Ukyou's anger. Turning to Akane, she
bowed, "I'm sorry, old habits. It's just so disgusting, I think I'd
rather die, but I can't let Ukyou die because of me. You're basically
a Shikima. That means that you can manipulate Shikima magic, which is
what Ranma is loaded with."
"How?"
"Simple, for you. You have sex with her, when you do that you'll
absorb a small amount of magic as it flows from the high energy
vessel, Ranma, to the lower energy vessel, you. You can do this
because you are bonded to her in a way that is similar to way Ukyou
and I are. If any other Shikima were to try and tap into that much
energy, they'd end up fried. Now before the energy can be absorbed by
your body, you have to have sex with Ukyou. The magic will now flow
from the high energy area that you are, to the low energy area that
Ukyou is. Just like between Ranma and you. As it passes through your
body, it will be converted to a form that I can live off of and use,
but that will not cause Ukyou harm."
Akane and Ukyou were slightly stunned, together they said, "O
my."
Ranma was coming out of her deep thinking and was starting to
take notice of her surroundings. "It's no good, I can't think of a
single thing that might help, I'm sorry . . ." She broke off and
stared at Akane and Ukyou, who were in turn staring at her. "Aa, what
is it. Guys. Why are you looking at me that way guys? Guys!?"

Hironishi Kenji lay on his back staring at the ceiling. The bed
he was laying on was slightly moist, and was growing clammy, but this
minor discomfort was of no concern to him. His mind was on far more
important things. "Seven times," he muttered to himself in a
disbelieving tone. "Christ I'm fifty eight years old, I haven't done
it seven times in one night in . . . Christ, I don't think I ever did
it seven times in a single night."
A slight noise from the bedroom door made him look up, he stared
in appreciation. There she was, the miracle worker. She was dressed
in a lovely formal morning Kimono, and her hair fell in waves around
her face, framing the gentle planes of it that he had studied closely
and intimately last night as they made love, seven freaking times, he
repeated to himself. The hair almost, but not quite, hid the
unfamiliar tattoo's on her face. She had also at some time in the
past had dental surgery to give her a set of fangs that rather then
appearing strange or bizarre looked strangely right in her mouth. She
was holding a man's robe in her hands, and she held this out to him.
"Would you like to have breakfast before I have to leave? I have
it prepared."

A few minutes later Hironishi was tucking into one of the best
meals he had ever eaten. Like the lovely lady who had prepared it, it
was nothing extraordinary to look at. It looked attractive, and was
well presented, but nothing he had not seen before. When you actually
sampled it however,. . . Seven times, seven god damn times. Hironishi
finished the last bit of food, and leaned back replete. The lady who
had sat across from him as he had savored every mouth full now started
to clear the plates. He caught her wrist in his. "Please my dear,
the staff can do that. I need to talk to you."
"O my no, I would not feel right about leaving such a mess.
Here, you can give me a hand. We can talk as I work." With that she
handed several dirty dishes to one of the most dangerous and feared
men in Japan. Standing up, she carried the remaining dishes into the
small kitchen that was part of the suite they were currently
occupying.
Hironishi stared in bemusement at the dishes in his hands, trying
to remember if he had ever in his whole life cleaned up after himself.
Never he decided, not even when he had just started out at the age of
fourteen as nothing but street muscle. Back then he would have beaten
any woman who was presumptuous enough to ask him to do women's work.
Then a smile spread across his face as he heard a happy voice humming
in the kitchen. If she can do it, being what she is, then by damned
if I can't lend a hand. Standing up he carried the dirty dishes into
the kitchen.

Hironishi dried the last plate and put it away in the cupboard, a
feeling of comfort and pleasure at a job well done. He hadn't felt
this good since the time he personally broke that piano playing
welshers fingers. And that had been nearly thirty years ago. Since
then he had been insulated from doing anything with his own hands.
"I don't have to leave for a few minutes, would you like to talk
now?" his female companion asked, sitting herself down on a stool
beside the counter. Hironishi pulled up a stool of his own and sat
close to her, their legs touching. Reaching out he took her hand in
his own. "Sakura, I want you to stay. No, don't say anything." he
said, when she would have commented, "let me continue. Last night was
wonderful, but more than that, all of yesterday, when we just talked
and ate, and even this morning. It's all been wonderful. I have a
penthouse that I hardly ever use. It's yours, whatever spending money
you wish, It's yours, all I ask is that you stay with me, be exclusive
to me."
Sakura, looked down, her long hair falling forward to veil her
face from view. "I'm sorry, I can't. You are very nice, and I have
enjoyed the day we had, but it is impossible." This time it was her
turn to stop him from talking, she lifted one delicate hand and placed
a finger across his lips when he would have spoken. "I'm very, very
sorry, but this is the way it must be." Hironishi would have said
something, but suddenly he felt weak, he slumped in his chair, and
would have fallen if she had not caught him in time. Helping him to
his feet she guided him to a bedroom, different from the one they had
spent the night in. She undressed him the way a mother might a child
and in the same way, tucked him into bed. He tried to say something
then, but she kissed him on the forehead, and he felt a drowsiness
come over him, and the next thing he knew he was blinking his eyes and
staring into the face of his right hand man. A most unattractive way
of waking up, when compared to the way he had gone to sleep.
"Boss, you alright boss?"
"Sakura?"
"She left over a half an hour ago with some big fat broad, we've
been trying to get a hold of you ever since."
"A half an hour, you let her get a half an hour ahead of me.
What sort of fuck up are you?" Hironishi snarled, but Wolf Erickson
was used to his bosses morning attitude. He had been protecting
Hironishi's back for the last twenty years, and was well used to his
bosses manners. It was a standard joke that Hironishi Kenji was not
fit company in the morning until he had heard about the first victim
of the day.
"It was your orders. If you hadn't given explicit commands to be
left alone for the night when you and her came back from dinner, we
would have been up here the instant she walked out the door."
"Why didn't you stop her? I gave no orders to let her leave
without me."
This time Wolf looked embarrassed, rather an extraordinary sight
as he was nearly seven feet tall, and was currently shuffling his feet
for all the world like a tardy school boy. "Well, she asked us not
to."
"She asked you not to?" Hironishi said incredulously, then he
waved aside Wolf's explanation. "Forget it. I'd probably have let
her go to if she'd asked me. I don't know what it is about her, but I
do know that Sakura is the most extraordinary woman I have ever met."
He looked at Wolf with eyes that had gone steely grey. "I want you to
find her. That is the number one priority on your calender, farm out
your other duties. From now on your job is to find Miss Sakura."
Wolf nodded his assent, turned and left his boss, giving not a
sign that he felt anything over being reduced to the position of
procuring girls for his boss.

Hong Kong airport, an hour and a half later.
Miss Sakura, her hair bound back in a pony tail, was hugging, or
trying to hug an extraordinary woman. She was two inches taller then
Wolf Erickson, and must have weighed nearly twice as much. Tears were
running down her face, as she hugged Miss Sakura with much more
success then the smaller woman had been having with her. Miss Sakura
very nearly disappeared in the folds of the bigger woman's flesh.
"I'll miss you, please come back soon." She said in a quivery little
girl voice, all out of proportion to her size.
"And I you Bakah Sin. Please give my love to Fu Ching Lan, and
Thai Yeung. I'm sorry I missed them, but I must get back to my
family. I've been away far too long." She pulled herself away from
the larger woman and picking up her bag, headed for the gate leading
to her flight.
"Goodbye, Kasumi oneechan" Bakah Sin whispered to herself, then
sadly she made her way back to the limousine that would take her back
to her Big brother and Sister. A tear trickled down her cheek.

Chapter four, part four.

Ranma lifted her face and let the water from Ukyou's shower
cascade over her. Akane had practically ordered her from the bedroom.
He had suggested, while wrinkling his nose, that she might want to
take a shower. As he had escorted her to the bedroom door, he had
whispered to her that he needed to discuss some things with Ukyou, and
that the cook would not be comfortable discussing them while she was
in the room. Because Ukyou had recovered some of her strength by that
time, she had not objected, well not much. There were certain forms
to be observed of course.
The truth was, she had been glad of a reason to be off by
herself. She had been feeling the need for a little privacy. Akane
and Ukyou had left her right on the edge of her own orgasm when they
had reached their own. Nearly being smothered had proven as effective
as a cold shower in dampening passion. Added on top of that, the fact
that she had been more or less aroused all day, the potion still
working its insidious magic on her, and she was in great need of a
little release of her own.
As the warm water cascaded over her body Ranma stroked her hands
over her slick wet form, enjoying the feeling her hands elicited. Her
hand reached her breasts and she squeezed and bounced them in her
hands, enjoying the sensation on several levels. Her new female
feelings savored the touching, loved the feeling she got when she
twiddled her nibbles between her fingers. Her male memories on the
other hand enjoyed the sensation of handling a pair of breasts.
Always before, cupping her own breasts had been like holding a sack of
flour in each hand, there was hardly any sensation at all. Now nerves
she had never known girls possessed were constantly sending signals to
her brain. The feedback she experienced was almost as good as the
ones she use to experience while masturbating as a boy.
Leaving one of her hands busy with her breasts, she slid the
other one down her belly and between her legs. She was wet and ready
and her questing finger easily slid between the petals that guarded
the portal to her inner sex. Rubbing her fingers up and down that
slick wet channel she experienced another plateau of sensation. When
she extended the motion so it reached the little hood under which what
was left of her penis hid. The pleasure went way beyond anything she
had ever felt as a boy. It was if all the nerves that had been spread
across the head of her lost member were all concentrated in that tiny
bud of flesh. Packed into such a tiny area, they concentrated even
the slightest touch to an almost painful level of sensation. She had
already learned that it was just as well to not directly stimulate
that little bud, but to simply work her fingers around the general
area.
With a faint moan of pleasure, she leaned backward till her
shoulders were against the wall of the shower stall. As her hand
stroked up and down her wet sex, she slid slowly downward, her feet
sliding across the floor, until she was sitting on the bottom of the
shower with her legs spread wide and her hand moving like a blur
between them. Panting, she lifted one on her breasts and bent her
head down until she could lick her own nipple.
Closing her eyes she started to thrust her fingers in and out of
her opening. This was a different sensation, not as intense, but
powerful in it's strangeness. The feeling of something sliding into
her body, even something as small as her fingers was a sensation she
would never be able to explain to someone who did not have the
equipment. She could say that rubbing her clit was just like jerking
off, but there was no analog for what she was feeling now.
She started to breath harder, and while her fingers and tongue
stimulated her body, her mind started to cast up images and memories.
She remembered the look on Ukyou's face when Akane had thrust into
her, a brief moment of startled surprise and pain. That changed as
Akane started working his manhood in and out of her sex. The tears of
pain dried, and were replaced by tears of joy, as an expression of
wonder and pleasure filled her face.
Ranma fingers slowed their stroking at that remembrance, and for
the first time in her life, she truly hated Ryouga, hated him with an
intensity that was just not like her. Because of him, she would never
experience what Ukyou had. Would never experience the sensation of
the one she loved entering her for the very first time. Even worse,
he had stolen that moment from Akane. Akane would never see her eyes
fill with that amazed wonder that had filled Ukyou's as for the very
first time, she felt him moving inside her, and knew they were, for
that moment, one.. Instead her first time would always be just one
more stupid fight with Ryouga, with no more meaning then any of the
other stupid fights they'd had. Ryouga had not even been looking her
in the face when he had taken her the first two times. What had
crossed her face then would never be known, not to Ranma and not to
anyone else. What a waste.
Ranma banished the bitter thoughts. What was done was done. At
least she could remember how it had been with Akane, even if it had
not been her first time. She pressed her breast hard as she
remembered how they had been squashed against Akane's muscular chest,
the nipples rubbing back and forth against his sweat slick torso. Her
breath started to come in quick gasps as she recalled the feeling of
her legs wrapping around Akane's, as his hips lifted and fell, filling
and emptying her again and again. The sensation of his thighs
pressing her down into the bed, and then her hips forcing her to
follow after him on the up stroke, until finally they reached harmony,
and she was thrusting up as he was thrusting down, that was when
. . .when . . . when . . .Finallllyyyy. Her face flushed and with a
final loud groan, she found her relief. Waves of pleasure ran through
her body and she threw her head back and opened her mouth wide,
gasping with pleasure and letting the warm water from the shower carry
away the sweat and juices created by her pleasure.
Panting for breath, Ranma sat in the bottom of the shower, her
fingers idly stroking the area around her clitoris, savoring the small
little trembles of pleasure that like the aftershock of an earthquake,
echoed the smashing orgasm she had just experienced.
"Ranma! You little pervert!" A voice suddenly yelled in
outrage, as the shower door slammed open.
Ranma fell over sideways in shock, and cowered back in the
farthest corner of the shower as a furious and very naked Akane-kun
loomed just outside it. "Akk, Akane, It's not like it looks, I mean
it is, but I . . . Hey, what the hell is this? You just finished
screwing Ukyou, with me as filling, and you're calling me a pervert?
Akane didn't answer, he was too busy leaning against the door
jam, laughing himself sick.
"Bwhaaa, Your face, He he he, O god, the expression, Hahahahaha."
While Ranma had been experiencing her conditioned reflex she had
scrambled to her feet in preparation for dodging any mallets or
kitchen sinks that might have been headed her way. Now she glared at
Akane who was laughing like a hyena. She lifted a hand till it was
inches from the shower head. "AKANE NO BAKA!" She yelled, moving her
hand sideways just enough to direct a stream of warm water towards
Akane.
Akane sputtered as the spray of water filled his mouth and caused
her to choke as it went down the wrong tube. Before she could regain
her breath, she was tackled to the ground by a steaming mad Ranma.
She quickly found her belly pressed into the floor, and her legs
pulled back till her heels touched the back of her thighs.
Ukyou kept a bath robe hanging by the shower, and while Akane was
flailing her arms trying to knock Ranma off of her back, Ranma pulled
that down and freed the cloth belt from the loops in the robe. In
seconds she had tied Akane's legs together, and had caught her arms
one after another and tied her wrist to her ankles.
Having hogtied Akane, Ranma relinquished her position on top of
her.
Akane continued to struggle for a few minutes her face red with
fury, but then her expression softened, and she looked up at Ranma who
was just returning from a visit to Ukyou's laundry hamper. As Ranma
knelt down if front of Akane, she asked in a husky voice, "O dear, how
awful, I'm your helpless prisoner, what awful things are you going to
do to me?"
"Who me? I'd never do anything awful to you Akane. I just
thought I'd go and see if maybe Ucchan wanted to play for a little,
just while you take your shower."
Akane looked at Ranma incredulously, then she opened her mouth
wide and yelled, "Don't yo glumph . . ."
That was as far as she got. Ranma had extracted a pair of
Ukyou's panties from the hamper, along with one other item, and had
balled them up in her hand. When Akane opened her mouth to yell, she
popped them inside, and then used the leg of one of Ukyou's tights to
fasten it in place. Standing up she dusted off her hands and said in
satisfaction, "there, now you just relax. Ukyou and I'll be fine by
ourselves, no need to get up. I hope you like my selection. Ukyou
tasted really good, and I wouldn't want you to miss out." Bending
over she gave Akane's ass a good hard swat, and walked out of the
room, laughing all the way.

As Ranma left the bathroom, and made her way toward Ukyou's room,
she fairly quivered in anticipation. She had long ago resigned
herself to the fact that there was no way she was ever going to
honorable be able to make love to Ukyou. Now all that had changed,
and she was looking forward to the coming event. She'd have to hurry
however. Those flimsy bonds would not hold Akane for very long.

Ukyou had just finished putting little Yousee back in her drawer
bed when Ranma walked in the door. Yousee had told Ukyou and Akane
that she would sleep until they managed the transference, and
therefore draw less energy from Ukyou. Ukyou had her doubts, she was
of the opinion that the little prude just wanted to avoid having to
watch her enjoy herself. She shook her head. Why did she have to get
saddled with such a sour puss? Still, she did have her moments, and
she was awfully cute.
Now she looked at Ranma's face anxiously, trying to see how she
felt about the solution Yousee had proposed. To her surprise Ranma
seemed completely happy, not a sign of doubt on her face. Akane had
told her how the Jusenkyo curse had shielded Ranma from his female
form, and that the protection was gone now, but still, she would have
thought Ranma would have a least a few reservations.
"Ranma, are you alright with this?" she asked uncertainly.
Ranma paused for a second, and then moved closer, "I'm fine with
this Ucchan. I love Akane, and nothing will ever change that, but
I've got feelings for you too. I never felt free to confess them
before. It wouldn't have been fair to you, or Akane, but I do love
you. I'm glad we have this chance to share. You don't mind, do you?
Not being number one?"
"No, I should, but, Akane was so . . . so . . .well it doesn't
seem fair to be jealous of him, when he gave me so much pleasure, but
I thought . . . well it's not important what I thought." Ukyou looked
past Ranma to the bathroom door. "Where's Akane?" she asked. "Isn't
he going to join us?"
"Uh well, Akane's sort of tied up at the moment, but I'm sure
she'll be joining us soon. But there's no reason why we can't start
without her, is there?"
"Huu, o no, no reason at all," Ukyou said, hesitantly at first,
but then with eagerness. Ranma joining in the last time had been an
unexpected perk, to have him, no her, to herself for even a little
while was not an opportunity to waste. "There's no reason at all why
we can't start without him."
Ranma and Ukyou slowly drifted over to the futon, and touching
each other gently they sank down on the covers, still mussed from
their last session. Side by side they lay, there hands exploring each
others body's, tentatively at first, and then with growing passion.
They cupped each other's breasts, comparing sizes. Ukyou's were
bigger, but on Ranma's smaller frame, hers were more pronounced.
Moving closer, they pressed their breasts together, and wrapped their
arms around each other. Gently, and then with more violence, they
kissed. They devoured each other's mouth, with a passion and desire
long suppressed.
Ranma felt Ukyou's strong hands stroking down her back, tracing
the outlines of her muscles with her strong fingers. When they
reached the twin cheeks of her ass, they paused there for a minute,
kneading and pulling on Ranma's muscular backside, then one of her
hands pulled away and slid up over her hip and burrowed between their
bodies, heading for Ranma's honey pot. Ranma moaned, and pulled her
hips back, allowing Ukyou access, her moan became a groan as Ukyou's
searching fingers found her mossy dell, and slipped inside. She
hunched her hips, driving herself onto those long, strong fingers,
driving them as deeply into her own body as they would go. Ukyou's
thumb found her pleasure bud and began to stroke that in time with
Ranma's hunching hips.
Ranma dipped her head and blindly searching, found one of Ukyou's
large breasts. She eagerly captured one of the hard brown nipples in
her mouth and suckled voraciously as Ukyou's fingers continued to
plunder her hot moist sex. Finally Ranma pulled her head up and let
out a high keening from between her teeth as Ukyou finally drove her
over the edge. Then she fell back against the larger girl, panting
for breath. After a few moments, she lifted her head and nuzzled
Ukyou, lightly kissing her, and settling comfortable into the arms
that now encircled her.
"That was great Ucchan," Ranma sighed. They both lay there for a
minute, Ukyou contentedly running a hand up and down Ranma's back, but
then Ranma lifted her head and looked down at her. "But you didn't
come did you?"
"That's alright Ranchan, I enjoyed it when you did."
"So, you think I wouldn't enjoy making you come too?" Ranma said
in a chiding voice, pulling herself away from Ukyou. "Here, let's try
this," Ranma slid her body on top of Ukyou's and pressed her groin
against the other girl's. "Let's see if we can make a fire by rubbing
two bushes together." She smirked at her bad joke. Ranma pressed
herself firmly against Ukyou, and started to rotate her hips. Ukyou
soon joined in, and raised her head as well, so she could reach the
shorter girl and kiss her. They continued to writhe against each
other for several minutes, but while they were stimulating each other,
they did not seem able to get up and over that final plateau.
"Damn it." Ranma finally cursed in frustration. "If only I still
had my dick."
"Maybe I could help," a familiar masculine voice said from behind
the two girls. Ranma turned her head just in time to see Akane
settling herself down over both of the girls. Ranma felt his large
body settling against her back, pressing her down against Ukyou. The
burden did not become too bad, he supported most of his weight on his
hands so he didn't crush them as he settled into place. He did
however, press down hard enough to hold Ranma firmly in place, not
allowing her a chance to run. Lowering his head, he whispered in her
ear. "I said it before, and I'll say it again, you're a jerk." Akane
ran into problems from that point on however, the fact that he had to
use both hands to support himself left him with nothing free to guide
his erection to it's destination. He hunched his hips, and his cock
slid between the two girls, rubbing against their sensitize flesh,
making them both moan in unison, but missing the mark he was aiming
at.
"Ukyou, I need your help, could you." Akane said, giving the
brown haired girl a significant look.
"Are you sure Akane?" Ukyou asked hesitantly.
"I'm sure." Akane said."
"Ranma?"
"Yea Ucchan." Ranma moaned, to focused on the sensation she was
feeling to really pay attention.
"Are you sure you want to do this? I mean . . ."
"Hey, no problem. I mean it's not exactly the way I'd like it,
but hey, there will be lots of times we can do it my way."
"If you say so," she said doubtfully, "I guess we don't really
have any choice."
Ranma felt Ukyou's hand sliding between their bodies, and
thought, great, here I am, stuck in the middle again. O well, at
least I got to come a couple of times. And maybe after this time,
Akane and I can do it girl, girl. Ranma pleasant thoughts lasted two
seconds, that was how long it took her to realize that Ukyou was not
steering Akane toward her own sex, but toward Ranma's. She had time
for just one inarticulate shout of, "Hey wrong . . ." when the head of
Akane's cock shoved aside her love petals, and slid several inches
into her body. Any other protests she wanted to make were impossible
as Akane started a rapid in and out motion as soon as he was firmly
seated, leaving her no breath to speak with.
Ranma once again was faced with the bizarre sensation of feeling
a foreign object shoving itself deep into her body again and again,
and causing no pain. She felt herself being alternatively stuffed and
then emptied as Akane's cock shuttled back and forth. Her whole body
was soon moving in time to Akane's vigorous thrusts, and each one
caused her to slid up Ukyou's body a little more, until their breast
where mashing together.
As soon as her face was in range, Ukyou grasped either side of it
between her hands and whispered, "thank you Ranchan, I love you."
Then she pulled Ranma face close to her own and kissed her deeply and
passionately.
Ranma went into sensory overload. Akane's cock continued to
stroke in and out, and his vigorous motions caused Ranma to rub up and
down the length of Ukyou's lush body. Their breasts squashed
together, their bellies slapped each others, and Ukyou hungrily
devoured Ranma's mouth with her own. Ranma had been on the verge of
orgasm when Akane had made his appearance. The sudden shock of being
impaled had moved her away from that, but now the sensations she was
experiencing were rapidly moving her back to the edge.
In and out, in and out Akane moved his oversized weapon, not
being able to fit all of it into Ranma's petite body, but managing to
get a good part of it in. The large flesh spike filled every nook and
cranny Ranma possessed, flattening all her internal ridges and bumps.
Her oval shaped opening was turned into a round smooth tube that
conformed to every ridge and knob on Akane's cock. Ranma was filled
to the limit of her capacity, the mouth of her vagina pulled tight
into a ring of muscle that griped Akane's member like a glove, on each
out stroke it would pull outwards as if reluctant to let go, and on
each in stroke it would almost turn inside out in an effort of
accommodate Akane's size.
Ranma came, and came again, tearing her mouth free from Ukyou's,
she shouted "Yesssssssss," from between teeth clenched hard together,
the tendons on her neck standing out in sharp definition as every
muscle in her body clenched in on itself. Then she collapsed on top
of Ukyou as Akane pulled himself free of her body with a wet pop.

Akane gritted his teeth as he felt Ranma's already tight opening
shrink several sizes. Wrenching his member from that silky smooth
embrace was one of the hardest things he had ever done, but it was
necessary. For a second he let part of his weight settle down on the
two girls under him, as he one handedly grasped his member and
directed it at a new target. There was no time to get Ranma out of
the way, no time for preliminaries, he had to do this now. With a
moan of relief he thrust himself deep into Ukyou, her larger body
swallowing him to the hilt. His balls swung forward and slapped
against her ass. Soon the room filled once again with the sound of
moist flesh rubbing against each other.
Ukyou was not as tight as Ranma, but she was a close second, and
Akane only managed several thrusts before spewing his seed deep into
her body. For a second he let his weight relax on top of the two
girls, and then remembering the last time, he rolled over and lay
beside them. Ranma, still slightly stunned by events, continued to
lay on top of Ukyou, breathing heavily from both mouth and nose.
Ukyou was, despite the short time Akane had managed, equally
breathless. The stimulation from Ranma's earlier attention had raised
her high enough that it had not taken much to push her over the edge.
After a few minutes Ranma had recovered her breath enough to turn
to Akane and demand, "what the hell was that all about?"
Akane mastered his own breathing enough to say, "well if you had
let me get a word in at the shower," here he directed a glower at
Ranma that promised that incident was not forgotten. "I would have
told you that to take the energy from you, and to give it to Ukyou, I
needed to have sex with both of you. You first, then Ukyou."
Ranma blinked at that, "O," then she looked down at Ukyou, who
was laying there with a dreamy expression on her face. "Did it work?"
Suddenly all three teenagers found themselves being lifted into
the air. Fierce winds blew all around them, and they felt little
tingles of energy, like static electric shocks, running over every
inch of their skins. Streamers of energy filled the room, and wrapped
around all three of them. The streamers solidified and they each felt
cloth caressing their skins. Every inch of their bodies was effected,
even their hair flared out in a corona around their heads. As
suddenly as it had started the phenomena ended, and all three of them
looked at each other in amazement. They were all dressed in their
everyday clothing. Nor did the changes end there. All three of them
felt like they had just spent the last two hours washing. There was
not a sign of their recent activity. Their bodies and hair were as
clean as when they had set out for school that day. In Ranma's case,
even cleaner. All signs of the black hair dye was gone from her hair,
and it cascaded down her back in a vivid red waterfall.
"Does that answer your question?" a small voice said from the
side lines.
"Yousee!" Ukyou exclaimed. "You're all right, does that
mean . . .?"
"Like a charm. I don't think I've ever felt magic of this level
before. Good thing it's in your body. It would burn me to the ground
if I tried to hold that much inside."
"How long will it last?" Akane asked.
"About a month of just living, shorter then that if we have to
fight on a regular basis, and only for a few demons if we have to face
any."
All three of the teenagers looked at each other and said
together, "shorter."
Yousee raised an eyebrow, "Really, do you fight that much around
here?" Then she looked offended when all three of them broke up.
"Hey, it was a perfectly logical question."

Shampoo lay stoically as the proprietor of the Nifty Tattoo
parlor, worked on her body. All the time he was driving his sharp
bamboo rakes into her flesh, she was staring at Nabiki, who in his
guise as a male wise guy, was leaning nonchalantly in a corner of the
work room, apparently oblivious to what was happening to Shampoo, a
small toothpick hanging out of the corner of his mouth. His eyes told
a different story. Shampoo had witnessed this style of tattooing back
in the village. It was not neat and antiseptic like the modern
methods used in the other five parlors they had visited this evening.
She had known the first time blood had appeared by Nabiki's reaction.
Ever since then Nabiki had been forcing himself to look.
Shampoo sighed happily, and lay her head down on her arms that
were crossed on top of the bench. Closing her eyes, she imagined that
it was Nabiki driving the prongs of the rake into her flesh, so close
to her womanhood. If it were Nabiki she had no doubt that she would
be experiencing more then the steady pricking of the rake. For one
thing, she would almost certainly be bound. Her arms and legs tied
securely to the table top. Nabiki would not forget her sex and other
openings either. Maybe she would have a simulated cock shoved in all
her entrances. A big fat one, straining her pussy to it's limit, a
long narrow one in her backside, rubbing against the one in her sex.
In her mouth, she might have one of the cock gags that Nabiki had
shown her the other night, a short fat dildo, fastened into a harness
that would hold it tight inside her mouth allowing her no chance to
speak or to protest.
She shivered slightly at the image, but was careful not to move
her thigh. She did not want to spoil the tattoo Nabiki was paying so
much for. She was still amazed at the fact that Nabiki had not even
quibbled over the price. One hundred thousand yen was a substantial
sum, even for the artwork of the quality this man did. With nothing
else to do, she had let her eyes roam over the various samples hung on
the wall. They were all, without exception spectacular. Two pictures
in particular had caught her eye while she had been laying here. The
one had been of a tiger human cross. It was of a beautiful tiger
woman, naked, save for golden bands circling her neck, ankles and
wrists. Despite these signs of enslavement, there was no look of the
slave in her eyes. She stared out of the picture with pride and
dignity, and most of all, she seemed to project an aura of danger,
that said quite clearly this was no tame pet. Shampoo had found her
eyes returning to this one again and again, fascinated by the detail.
The more she looked the more she saw.

Shampoo had sunk into a sort of passive waiting state as the
tattoo was taking some time, and she was half dozing when the fat man
finally finished. He took a damp cloth, and sponged the last of her
blood from the pattern. Then, whether out of long habit, or as a show
of contempt for Nabiki, he let his hand slip down between her thighs
until his fingers reached, and stroked her sex. She was very damp
from her dream about Nabiki, and his fingers easily parted her lips
and gathered a quantity of her juices. Retracting his hand he held up
a glistening finger.
"He,he, gets them every time. Your in for a wild ride to-night
my boy." he chortled to Nabiki.
Shampoo had been so stupefied by the brazen effrontery, that she
had frozen in shock. Before she could rise up and beat the shit out
the pervert, Nabiki was there. He placed a hand on her back, and when
she would have risen he pressed her back down, "<No hurt. For now,>"
he snapped out at her. She allowed him to push her back down, but
inside she was boiling.

Nabiki turned to the fat man, who sneered at him, and then
deliberately turned his back to Nabiki and began to clean his tools.
Nabiki tried to retain his cool, but he was angrier then he could ever
remember being before in his life. His lips drew back from his teeth,
and he snarled at the man. "That was a bad mistake, a very bad
mistake. I believe I warned you about that."
"Go peddle it somewhere else kid. I don't got time for this.
Take your chippy and go and screw her brains out. I got her nice and
warm for you."
"I don't think so. I don't think I'm feeling that generous right
now. I think I want to make you hurt a little."
Something in Nabiki's voice caused the fat man to pause in his
cleaning. Setting down the tool he had been working on, he reached
down and picked up a sawed off baseball bat. Hefting this in his hand
he turned. "Maybe I feel like doing a little hurting of my own . . .
God damn!" The last expression was wrenched involuntarily from his
lips as he got turned around enough to see Nabiki's face. His eyes
were blazing infernos, not figuratively, literally. They made the
little flickers he had noticed before pale. The fat man would later
swear he had seen actual flames dancing in them. Nabiki's lips were
drawn back in a snarl of rage, and a fearsome array of fangs were
clearly visible. Worst of all were what anyone else would have
dismissed as insignificant in comparison to the other phenomena, but
which scared the man white. Where before had been bare skin, the
young punks cheeks and forehead now bore several distinctive tattoo's.
The fat man had been taught by an old master, and he had handed
down much ancient lore with the basic training. Lore the Fat man had
treated with contempt, but which now had sprung to horrifying life.
The fat man knew what was standing across the table from him, and he
came as close to needing diapers as he had at anytime in the past
forty eight years.
"Lo . . . lo . . . look, I didn't mean nothing by it, I didn't
know."
Nabiki was puzzled by the fat mans sudden cowing, but he was even
less likely then Ranma to ignore an opening. Besides, if he did not
vent a little, he was liable to do something stupid like carving this
lard pot into pork chops.

Shampoo had been laying there quivering with rage, but the rage
was buried under a load of ice when Nabiki began to talk, Shampoo had
never heard so much menace express in mere words before. Not even her
great grandmother could achieve that concentrated a level of venom.
She was suddenly very glad it was not her on the receiving end of that
anger.
Nabiki clearly and concisely ripped the man on the other side of
Shampoo's body to shreds. He, with great relish, succinctly described
the man's many faults, and went on from there to describe in exquisite
detail just what he was going to do in order to make the fat man's few
remaining days a hell on earth. Shampoo did not understand the
majority of the threats, they had nothing to do with slicing his belly
open, relieving him of his manhood, and making him eat his own
intestines. Exit point first. From his reaction however, it was
clear that the Fat man understood exactly what Nabiki was threatening.
By the time Nabiki was done, the artist was a quivering ball of lard,
begging for mercy. He offered money, he offered drugs, he even, to
Shampoo's disgust, offered his step daughter, who it seemed was a
virgin, as pure and innocent as the driven snow.
Nabiki cut him off short when he mentioned his stepdaughter,
"God, you really are a piece of shit. If you weren't a half way
competent artist, I think I'd let the authorities know about your
little stash of drugs. Shampoo!"
"Yes,"
"Do you see anything here that you'd like this piece of crap to
give you, free of charge."
Expecting permission to hurt the fat man, Shampoo was a bit taken
aback by Nabiki's request, but she changed gears quickly. She ran her
eyes down the pictures on the wall, finally coming to rest on the
Tiger lady she had noted before. "This one," she said, "Shampoo like
this one."
Nabiki came over and examined the picture, "Very nice, very nice
indeed," she murmured. "You! Lard bucket. How long to do this?"
The fat man, now thoroughly cowed, looked at the picture. "About
three days, I'd have to do the outline, and then fill in the color.
I'm sorry, but it would look like crap if I did it any quicker."
"How long to do the outline?"
"About two hours."
Nabiki nodded, "let's do it then."
Shampoo hesitantly said, "Nabiki?" and when the boy turned to
look at her, she said, "Shampoo like this one too, only not for
Shampoo." She indicated another picture, several spaces down from the
first. This one was of a lady and a tiger. The tiger was laying of
the floor, semi curled around the feet of a dangerous looking women in
black leather, who was looking out at the world with an expression of
contempt, clearly stating that whoever was looking at her was so far
beneath her, as to not deserve to live on the same planet. She held a
flimsy leash in one hand, that ran from her fist down to a collar
around the neck of the tiger. Her other hand lay on the tigers head,
and it could be seen that it was lifting its head, pressing against
that hand with every indication of pleasure. The two of them were a
matched set. You could not imagine the one without the other.
Nabiki examined the picture intently. It was extraordinary, even
by the standards of the other pictures. He swallowed nervously.
There could be no mistaking Shampoo meaning, or the symbolism she
obviously saw in it. "How long?" he asked, with not nearly as much
firmness as before. If the fat man noticed, it made no difference in
his behavior.
"That one takes about five days all told, and it's a full back
piece, I need to take some measurements and draft it to fit the
individual. Different muscle tone, different shapes, scars, moles,
they all have to be allowed for, or incorporated into the final
piece."
"If I . . . If my sister came in, how long would it take to do
that? The measurement part."
"I can do that in one sitting." the fat man said. Nabiki mulled
over the possibility, it was not something he had ever considered, but
the symbolism was as apparent to him as it obviously was to Shampoo.
The more he looked at the drawing the more arousing the idea was.
"Can you alter the face? Make it look like someone else?"
"Easy, that one is of the lady who originally commissioned it.
She died, it seems the tiger she planned to conquer, was not as easy
as she imagined. Her name was Kitche." The man was babbling, Nabiki
had seen it before, in people who hoped to divert his wraith by
distracting him with whatever they thought he wanted to hear, and
more. It was no more successful now then it had been before.
"Shut up!" Nabiki ordered. Then turning he said, "Shampoo, on
the bench."
Shampoo moved toward the bench, but then she hesitated, "Shampoo,
need use girls room."
Nabiki made a show of looking at his watch, "sorry, I wouldn't
let you use the one in this pig sty, and we don't have time to leave
and come back to-night. You're just going to have to hold it. Get on
the bench."
Shampoo did so. Nabiki approached her and ran his fingers gently
over her new and still very tender addition. Shampoo shivered under
his touch. As always it caused a powerful reaction in her. Nabiki
moved her hand over to the other cheek of Shampoo's bottom. She
traced the faint tan lines, leftovers from Shampoo's last trip to the
seaside Nekohatten. "Here I think," he said to the Fat man. "Keep it
inside the tan lines." As the man move forward, Nabiki caught one of
his wrists in his hand. "If your hand wanders again, you lose it.
The same goes for my sister when she shows up for her free sample."
The fat man had begun to sweat as soon as Nabiki touched him.
The fire was back in Nabiki's eyes, and under his tight lipped
expression, the fat man was sure he could see the faintest trace of a
overly large canine. Not to mention those frightening tattoo's which
if anything, were even more vivid then before. Maybe if they had been
there when Nabiki had come into the store, the fat man might not have
been so frightened, but the fact that they appeared, just like that.
He was an expert on skin markings. These were no hastily applied
decals. These were permanent, under the skin markings, or if his
suspicions were correct, part of the skin.
"Don't worry, I'd sooner fondle Fu Ching Lan in front of Thai
Yeung, then this young lady or your sister." The man seemed to think
this an extreme example, and Nabiki took him at his word, even thought
he had no idea who these people were.
"Just so you remember, I don't usually give second chances, don't
make me forget it. It would make me lose face in front of one who's
opinion I value. You do not want that to happen, believe this with
all your heart and what ever pitiful excuse you have for a soul."
The Fat man quivered at the mention of his soul, but only ducked
his head in subservient acquiesce. Nabiki eyed him suspiciously, but
moved back out of the light so the fat man could get to work, but this
time he did not retreat to the corner. He stood nearby, never taking
his eyes off of the artists hands.

Two hours later Nabiki and Shampoo exited the parlor. Shampoo
was flushed, and kept directing looks toward Nabiki. For his part,
Nabiki was a little pale. This time his close attention had not
allowed him to block out the sight of Shampoo's blood staining the
artists hands, and he was feeling a little queasy. Once in the fresh
air however, he soon was feeling himself, and something else, with
experience and knowing what to expect he had managed to shove the lust
induced by the Jusenkyo instant curse into the back of his mind. But
now it was making its presence felt in no uncertain terms.
Before he could do anything about it however, there was one last
piece of business to take care of. Turning to the artist, who was
hunched in the doorway, trying to look subservient, and not doing a
very good job of it, he said. "The extra work will square your
account with me. Shampoo and my sister will be back in a few weeks
for you to finish the work on her, and to start hers. I would very
much hate it if you were to cause either of them trouble."
"Yes sir, I understand sir. I would never dream of offending
either lady. I will even free up my next few days so you can have the
work done in quick time."
"I'm afraid you'll have to spend the next few weeks recovering,"
Nabiki said. He turned to Shampoo and said, "don't hurt the hands or
the furnishing's."
Shampoo grinned broadly, and advanced on the fat man, who looked
between her and Nabiki, uncertain of what was going on. He made the
mistake of assuming Nabiki was the real threat, so was facing him when
Shampoo's foot took him in the chest, and catapulted him across the
width of his store, and over the counter. He crashed into one of the
walls, and slid down it like a wade of damp cloth. Shampoo followed
him into the store, and for several minutes the sound of blows, and
screams emerged from the store. After the second blow, Nabiki idly
noted that the screams suddenly rose several octaves.
Nabiki stood outside, casually inspecting his fingernails, for
several minutes. Finally when the mayhem from inside showed no sign
of abating on its own, he shouted through the door. "Time to go, you
can play with him some more the next time you visit. That is if he
behaves in other then a professional manner."
Shampoo emerged from the store, her hair very slightly out of
place, and with a look of great satisfaction on her face. With that
taken care of, Nabiki now had neither the need, or the inclination to
suppress the feeling running through his body.. He reached out and
caught Shampoo by the hand. Pulling her behind him, he ducked into a
near by alley.

Shampoo was feeling more then a little full, her bladder had been
crying for relief for the last two hours, but trained in guard duty as
she was, she had managed to ignore it. Now free of the parlor she had
looked forward to relieving that pressure. The look in Nabiki's eyes
however, told her she was going to have to wait a little while longer
for her much desired relief. She found herself shoved up against one
of the alleys walls, and Nabiki was right there, pressing his body
against hers. Once again she felt a lump pressing into her lower
regions, and this time there could be no mystery as to it's source.
Nabiki's hands slipped under the hem of her short Chinese skirt, and
lifted, sliding it up and over her ass, barring her newly tattooed
bottom. Nabiki's hands slipped between Shampoo's cheeks and the rough
brick, stroking her tender flesh, and pulling her hard against his
erection.
Shampoo reached down fingers, clumsy with her need, and started
to unfasten the front of Nabiki's pants. Her lips were captured by
his, and they began to kiss with a deep hunger, a hunger that had been
honed by the last few hours into a raging appetite. Nabiki made no
protest as Shampoo finally freed his erection from his pants. Just as
had happened before, the Instant Nanniichuan was on the verge of
breaking down, and was releasing great quantities of lust inducing
magic into Nabiki's body. He would not have objected if Shampoo and
he were in front of the entire student body of Furiken.
Shampoo desperate with need, and not wanting to lose this chance,
lifted herself slightly and directed Nabiki's erection toward her sex.
This time, unlike with Ranma in the bath, Nabiki attained his goal.
Shampoo's hands dropped to Nabiki's ass and pulled hard, even as
Nabiki mirrored her action and yanked her towards him. With a groan
from both of them, he sank to the hilt in Shampoo's swampy depths.
For a minute they stood there, Shampoo's chin resting on his shoulder,
then tentatively, they began to move. As they became more confident
there movements became more frantic, more furious. Lost to all but
the body pressed against them, they raced toward there mutual goal,
and reached it together. Nabiki screamed into Shampoo's hair even as
Shampoo sank her teeth into his shoulder.
They both shuddered with the force of their mutual release. Then
with a shiver of a completely different type, Nabiki's body reverted
to her natural form. There was an audible pop, as the plug of flesh
that had been filling Shampoo, suddenly disappeared, leaving vacuum
behind it.
Shampoo smiled her lazy cat grin at Nabiki, but then her face
changed as she was suddenly reminded of personal business of a very
pressing type. With a muffled apology, she shoved Nabiki aside, and
practically raced toward the back of the alley, she disappeared behind
some packing crates, and a second later the sound of water splashing
on cement filled the air, accompanied by a long drawn out groan of
relief from Shampoo.

Shampoo was just rearranging her clothing, when a commotion
occurred at the front of the alley. A violent explosion rocked the
lane way, and an object flew through the air to impact on several
empty cardboard boxes. With a gasp of horror, Shampoo saw that the
object was Nabiki, who was laying limp among the broken boxes.
Shampoo saw with relief that Nabiki was still breathing, but then a
very familiar voice crackled through the alley. She looked up in
shock to see her great grandmother advancing down the length of the
alley, her battle aura picking up trash and garbage and whirling it
around her like a miniature tornado. Shampoo had never seen her
grandmother so mad. Not even when she had caught Happosai with the
Magic mirror of the Amazons.

Cologne ignored her great granddaughter. She had eyes only for
the limp form behind Shampoo. Raising her staff high she shrieked in
rage, "Nabiki Tendo, NOW YOU DIE!!!

Well there is the end of Chapter four, ain't I a stinker.

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It made all the work worthwhile. Remember, that's how the fan fiction
author gets paid. If you enjoy a story. Let the Author know. Who
knows, you may just be the one thing he needs to get off his duff and
finish another chapter.

I would also like to thank Wade Tritschler. Without him this would
not be nearly as readable as it is. His 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.mala.bc.ca/~tritscwa>
Try his stories out. They're very good.

As well I would like to thank a certain, red head, her unfailing
enthusiasm, and lets face it, rather uninhibited nature, makes writing
this stuff a lot easier.
Thanks Green Eyes.

Yaaa, I've got another Red head. Pre-reader that is. I'd like to
thank Tzigane, for her help with this chapter. She has written the
fic Father Figure, check it out. Caution though, it is a slash fic.
That means gay. It has some nice Hetero parts however. I do love
Ranma, Ryouga lemons. In case you might not have noticed. ^_^
You can find her stories here, she has her own page. Got to get
me one of them there things one of these days.
<http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Towers/6451/fanfics.html>

Other chapters of this can be found at the RAAC archive. As well it
is on the following home pages:
The Sakura lemon page.
<http://anime.muck.com/~sakura/>
Rteker's lemon page
<http://members.aol.com/RTeker/Lemons.html>

Let me know what you thought.

The Hungry Tiger
sch...@interlog.com