[Ranma/La Blue Girl][Lemon] The Shikima Interface - Chapter 2

[Schell]

Here is the next chapter in this series. I am hoping to have several
more chapters after this one, the formating is a little different in
this one, I would appreciate hearing back on whether it is alright.
Thanks
T.H.

The Shikima Interface
Chapter two part one, Girls just want to have fun.
A fan fiction based on the Manga by Rumiko Takahashi, Ranma 1/2 and
the anime La Blue Girl.

This story may not make any sense to any one who is not acquainted
with the Ranma series, so go out and buy the entire thing so you can
appreciate it better. ^_^

This is a lemon. Another word for porn. If that offends you, do not
read this. It may also contain NC sex, if that offends you, don't
read this. If you think anything might offend you, don't read this.
Any one 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.

The Hungry Tiger
sch...@interlog.com
Sept. 10. 97.

A note concerning symbols. This {} means inserted thoughts by the
demons in the story..

What has gone before.
Ryouga has discovered a semi-cure for the Jusenkio curse. A Ki
poison that taken in small doses disrupts the curse, and prevents the
change. Taken in large doses it can permanently disrupt the curse,
but it will also destroy the Ki of the victim. As well, taking the
poison in your cursed form will trap you that way until it wears off.
Ranma stole the cure from Ryouga and drank the whole bottle while in
her cursed form. She is now permanently female, and has severely
diminished her martial arts ability. Ryouga has taken his revenge on
Ranma in a rather graphic manner.
In addition to trapping her as a female, the potion has also had
some side effects that required Akane to use the Instant Nanniichuan
to become a male. He also has gotten to know Ranma much better. On
with chapter two.

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Deep inside a hidden valley was a temple. It had stood for
centuries untouched by time, and unvisited by humans. There was a
curse on the valley it inhabited. No female creature would enter the
valley, and with no females, there was little reason for males to
enter. There were no birds to sing, no insects to hum. The silence
was disturbed only by the wind sighing through the ancient trees that
towered high into the air in splendid isolation. There was little
underbrush around their roots, as there were no young plants. The
humans who lived around the valley shunned it. So, down through the
ages the residents of the temple have lived with never the sight,
smell, or touch of a female, of any species.
Naturally they were more than slightly horny.

In a room deep in the temple four... well, beings is as good as
word as any I suppose... were focusing all their attention on a large
silvery viewing screen that was currently divided into three sections.
One section showed a muscular young man in a yellow shirt. He was
talking to another young man in a long white robe. The robed man was
currently huddled on the floor with his fingers in his ears.
No one in the room was paying much attention to this section. In
the second section of the screen a small red haired girl and a very
large, dark haired man were doing their best to bend a small single
bed into a U shape. This was being watched and enjoyed by the two
largest beings. Then there was the final scene. A young man with a
slim build, and brown hair cut in a rather feminine style, was
watching the same scene that was visible in the second section. He
was using what looked like a computer monitor to do so. He was
sitting in what looked like a combination bedroom, office, and small
general warehouse. There was a very attractive young lady with long
flowing purple hair laying unconscious on the bed behind him.
He was paying her no attention whatsoever. A situation which the
last two beings were finding more than a touch annoying.

Regant and Nendex stared with intense concentration at the
figures on the screen in front of them. Nendex was beginning to think
that he would be unable to convince this Nabiki Tendo person to do
what he wanted. He had a formidable amount of will power, but
Nabiki's was every bit as powerful. It was not that Nabiki did not
feel lust, he did indeed, in spades. The raw Shikima magic in his
system saw to that. However, the combination of a powerful self
control, and a disinclination towards the female sex made it
impossible to steer him in the direction Nendex wanted. Unlike his
sister, Nabiki normally had no sexual feelings for females, and as a
result was not naturally inclined to take advantage of the beautiful
girl in his power... power... Nendex paused for a minute.
A strong part of this Nabiki's character was the need to control
events around him, and to manipulate those people that came within his
sphere of influence.
What if the reason he had so much control was not so much
resistance, but that Nendex was trying to push the wrong buttons? Now
what if he were to make some cross connections between the pleasure
Nabiki felt when controlling others, and the lust he was feeling as a
result of the magic in his system?
It should be easy enough, he was not like he was trying to
suppress or block a natural inclination. So, unlike what the other
two were doing with this one's sister, he should be able to do it by
himself, which was good as Regant was fully occupied taking advantage
of the purple haired girl's unconscious state to delve deeply into her
subconscious mind.
A few minutes was enough to determine that his idea was valid. A
few moments later he had determined what had to be done, and within
seconds he had established the necessary links. Now it was merely a
matter of letting nature take it's course and whispering the
occasional suggestion.
He looked over at the sweating forms of his so called superiors.
They had expended large amounts of physic energy in order to direct
their play toy in the way they wished it to behave. He felt contemp
as he compared their brute force approach to his skill and finesse.
They could have had their subjects screwing like rabbits if they had
been satisfied to manipulate the two's suppressed desire for each
other. Instead they wanted a scenario where the girl turned boy
forced the red head Urgant had been so worried about. They had
managed to do it, but it had taken their combine will power to
accomplish.
Nendex looked at the side of the screen that showed Ranma and
Akane, and narrowed his eyes. While Akane had indeed forced himself
on the little red head, and while Ranma was indeed tied to the bed, it
was easy to see that their mutual movements were no longer those of
rapist and victim. Unless he missed his guess they were both now
engaged in the type of sex that Extefan hated with a passion. Love
making.
Nendex suppressed a smile as he turned back to his own screen.
So, despite their wasting of all that energy, all they got for their
trouble was what he could have accomplished with a fraction of the
effort. His satisfaction was increased by the knowledge that the play
toys the two larger demons had tossed his a way, like a dried bone to
a dog, were by no means that. He had high hopes that this Nabiki
would supply him with an entertainment that Ergan and Extefan could
only dream of getting from their toys. He chuckled to himself quietly
and went back to watching his and Regant's puppets.

Nabiki reached out and typed several commands on his keyboard,
ordering the computer to store the 60 second segment starting with
Akane working his way up the obviously terrified Ranma and ending as
he reached between his legs and directed his enormous member at her
tiny opening. Then, wiping sweat from his brow, he turned off the
feed to his monitor and left it up to the VCR to monitor the rest of
the activity in Akane's room. He knew that one segment would sell
every video he could produce. All he had to do was send it out over
the Internet and within hours the orders would be flying in.
For now, however, he was suffering from his first ever erection,
and was rapidly on his way to enjoying his first case of blue balls.
Nabiki had never before been so affected by a video. Even allowing
for the fact that it was Ranma and Akane, did not help to explain his
feelings of arousal. It had to be this body. He had always known
guys were controlled by their balls, but for the first time he began
to feel a little empathy for what those little bits of flesh did to
them. Well, he had a solution the others did not possess. A little
hot water would wash those annoying little things right away.
{Seems a shame though. I really should experiment a little.
After all, this is my chance to really understand what to twist when
I'm dealing with guys. Not to mention that I had better gain control
of this body if I'm going to use it as a disguise.}
Nabiki frowned at these thoughts. They made sense he supposed.
He had avoided dealing with a certain type of person because he was
female. This body would let him get around that. After going to that
amount of effort, it would be very foolish to be tripped up by the
very thing he was hiding with. If he was going to use this body as a
disguise he had better learn how to deal with it's idiosyncracies. He
frowned, but the sex thing, just how was he suppose to experiment.
There was no way he was going to masturbate in this form, and that
would not help him much in the real world anyway. After all, if
spanking the monkey helped, Kuno and Gosunkugi would be the biggest
studs on campus.
{What about her?}
Nabiki found his eyes turning to where Shampoo lay sprawled
across his bed. She was still under the effect of Kodachi's flowers.
It had been a simple matter, as soon as he had opened the door to
Ranma's room she had jumped at him. The fact that she had yelled
Ranma's name when she did so showed she had mistaken Nabiki's
masculine form in the darkened doorway for Ranma.
All Nabiki had to do was to hold out the flowers. Shampoo had
done the rest. She had snatched the bouquet out of Nabiki's hands and
shoved her face into the sleeping powder laced blossoms without a
moments thought. Nabiki smirked, it was really convenient the way
Ranma's various visitors left all sorts of useful things laying around
after a visit to the dojo. It was also nice that they were so
predictable.
Now as Nabiki's eyes trailed over the Amazon's lush body his
brand new male body reacted to the sight. He felt a sudden throbbing
in his groin. Uh, Uh, no way, he thought. Maybe a real guy would do
that, but I'm a little too attached to my arms and legs. I would
prefer that they stay right where they are, thank you.
{But you're a guy and she won't recognize you. Besides, she's
just laying there helpless. She can't do a thing to stop you.}
Sweat started to bead on Nabiki's forehead as various images of
Shampoo and him locked in passionate embraces filled his head. Man
this body is something else, he thought. I've never had a lustful
thought about a girl in my life, and now after only a half hour or so
I'm dreaming of having hot sweaty sex with one of the most dangerous
people in Nerima. No wonder guys are so easy to manipulate, he
thought with a wry smile.
Still, even realizing it was the body doing this to him, Nabiki
could not help but think about the prospect. He was still a virgin.
He had seen what happened to guys attitudes when they finally got into
a girls pants, they went from lap dogs to pit bulls, and the way the
attitudes of the other boys changed was just as bad. When word got
out that the girl had put out, she went from being a person, to being
a target for every hormone jockey in the school.
He had not been prepared to give up the power he wielded in the
school yard. Not for the sake of a few minutes of a sweaty over rated
activity.
{But I'm the guy now.}
Ya right, like that will keep Shampoo from ripping my head off,
Nabiki argued with himself.
{Power.}
Eh, Nabiki thought, as a flash of lust pulsed through his loins.
{Shampoo is one of the most dangerous people you know, and she's
totally in your power.}
Only until she wakes up.
{Well, there is an answer to that little problem, is there not?}
Nabiki found his eyes turning to a medium sized box sitting under
his window. It was a special order for Hiroshi, and as his mind went
over the inventory of its contents he felt the lust in his belly start
to smolder, and as the fire built higher his self control started to
break down. Slowly a smile crossed his face, and stopping only to
pick up one of Mousse's shurikens from his dresser drawer he stood and
walked over to the box. As he passed by the bed his eyes ran over the
form laying there with a new appreciation. Whistling a happy tune
Nabiki knelt down and began to cut the strings tying the box closed.
Opening the top of the box he looked at the contents with a happy
smile on his face. Yes, all here, he thought. Reaching in, he began
to extract the items he was going to need. Having removed them he
made his way back to the bed.
He gazed at the lithe female figure laying helpless before him.
She looked so helpless and fragile laying there on the bed. Curled up
in a foetal position her head laying on one hand, the other hand
curled under her chin. She looked anything but what she was, which
was one of the most dangerous Martial Artists Nabiki had ever
encountered. Nabiki knew of more skilled fighters, and he knew of
more ruthless ones, but there where very few indeed that combined both
to the degree that this girl did. Nabiki felt an intense feeling of
satisfaction as he contemplated these facts. For all her skill and
power she had been laid low by the force of Nabiki's intellect and now
he intended to fully enjoy the spoils of that victory.
He lay down the various objects and devices he had just extracted
from the box that had been waiting in his room until he could con
Ranma into delivering it. Then reaching down he rolled the
unconscious girl over onto her back. The sway of her unencumbered
breasts under the smooth silk of her dress brought a lump to his
throat. His new body expressed it's appreciation in other ways as
well. Careful Nabiki, don't let this body set the agenda. Remember,
this is about showing Shampoo what real power is.
Having brought the urge to ravage the girl here and now under
control, Nabiki reached down and began to undo the ties that kept her
dress together. In a manner of minutes Shampoo lay naked on the bed
and Nabiki once again had to fight down his new body's instinctive
reaction to the flawless beauty of Shampoo's naked form.
Rolling the girl back over onto her stomach Nabiki picked up a
rectangular piece of leather that had a velcro strip and several
eyelets fastened to it. It had certain similarities to an old corset,
but with no stiffeners to give it shape. Straddling Shampoo's body,
he sat down on her ass. It settled a little under his weight, but the
strong underlying musculature kept it from losing it's shape. Nabiki
took a minute to savor the feeling, before getting back to the matter
at hand.
Reaching forward he lay the section of leather in the middle of
her back. Then grasping her left hand he pulled her arm up behind her
until her forearm was at right angles to her body, and was laying atop
the leather pad. Holding that arm in place with one hand, he reached
over and pulled her other arm up behind her as well. Positioning both
arms so that the forearms lay side by side, he shifted his grip so
that he could hold both arms in place with one hand. With the other
he folded one side of the leather over her arms. Then picking up the
leather from the other side he folded it over the first section. The
velcro fastener joined the two sections together and held them firmly
enough that Nabiki could release his grip and have both hands free.
This was the usual method of fastening. However, for people who
wanted a more stringent bondage there was another option.
Considering who she was dealing with Nabiki did not even consider
leaving it like that. He picked up a long length of lacing and fed it
through the set of eyelets that ran down each edge of the leather
binding. Much like lacing up a pair of shoes he quickly fastened the
two halves firmly together, being very careful to leave no slack the
Amazon could use to free herself.
When he finished he leaned back and inspected his work with
satisfaction. Shampoo would have minimal leverage with her arms in
that position. That was only half the job however, Shampoo was too
formidable a martial artist to be rendered helpless merely because she
could not use her arms. Lifting himself from his comfortable seat he
slid off the bed. He reached out and picked up several leather cuffs
similar to the ones he had tied Ranma with. One set however was much
larger than the small ones he had used on Ranma. Moving back to the
bed he pulled Shampoo's unconscious body around so that her body was
near the edge of the bed. Fastening one of the smaller leather cuffs
around her ankle, he then slipped the other one around her upper
thigh. This brought his hand into close proximity with her vagina.
Unable to resist, Nabiki indulged his curiosity, and allowed his hand
to slip up far enough between Shampoo's legs so that his fingers ran
lightly over the lips of her sex. Shampoo moaned passionately and a
softly murmured, "Ranma," came from between her lips. Nabiki was
surprised to feel how damp Shampoo was. Bending over Nabiki place her
mouth near Shampoo's head.
"Having sweet dreams are we dear." He whispered in her ear.
"Enjoy them while you can." Pulling his fingers away from her damp
sex he buckled the thigh cuff firmly around her leg. Stroking a hand
over her firm buttocks he ran his hand down her other leg and quickly
repeated the operation.
Having firmly fastened the four cuffs in place Nabiki now moved
on to the next step. Taking hold of one of her ankles he bent her leg
back until Shampoos foot touched the back of her thigh. It was simple
from there to fasten the ankle cuff to the thigh cuff, using the sewn
on clips. Repeating the operation with the other leg took only a
moment. He then rolled the girl over on her back.
Nabiki stepped back and admired her handy work. Shampoo lay
there, her arms drawn up tight in the small of her back, securely
fastened with the heavy leather wrapping. The weight of her body
shoving her arms deep into the mattress. Her legs were folded in
half, allowing no freedom of motion in that area. In her unconscious
state gravity forced her legs to separate widely, giving Nabiki a
clear view of Shampoo's pouting sex. The outer lips glistened with
arousal as her dreams of Ranma caused her to twitch slightly in her
sleep, and to moan faintly in passion. Idly Nabiki wondered what sort
of dream Shampoo was manufacturing based on the stimuli coming from
her physical body.

{Shampoo grunted as all the air was driven from her lungs. Ranma
had slammed her body hard into the ground. Then before she could move
he jammed a knee into the small of her back causing her to expel all
the air in her lungs. Having temporarily rendered her helpless he
reached down and ripped the bottom of her dress away from her body,
exposing her tanned and bare ass to the air. Kneeling down behind her
he pinned her own legs in place with his. Then undoing the ties to
his pants he let his massive erection spring free. "Now Shampoo I've
beaten you, and will now take what is mine." He said.
"Yes take this unworthy amazon and make her your slave. Shove
your manhood deep in Shampoo, make her woman."}

Nabiki shook his head and dispelled the image from his mind. "Ya
right," he mocked himself, "that's real likely." A twisted smile
spread across his face. "Man this body is really twisted, my batch of
instant Nanniichuan must have come from the spring of drowned
pervert." A sound from his bed brought him back to the current
situation.
Shampoo was starting to move more vigorously and was making more
and more noise. She was going to be waking soon, and for a brief
moment Nabiki contemplated gaging her. He discarded the idea. He
wanted to hear her voice, wanted to listen as she shouted out in rage
at her captor. Besides, it's not as if any one would notice her
yells. Akane and Ranma certainly would not, and none of the neighbors
would give it a moments thought. Compared to some of the sounds that
had come out of here in the past, any noise Shampoo might make would
be shrugged off as just another night at the Tendos'.
Nabiki started to set the stage for Shampoo's awakening. First
he turned his desk lamp so that the light washed over Shampoo's form.
Then he turned out the overhead lights. He placed his office chair
behind the lamp so he would be shielded from Shampoo by it's glare.
Then he moved the computer monitor so it could be easily seen from the
bed despite the lamp. Having completed his preparation he sat down
and waited for Shampoo to wake up.

Shampoo was first aware of a massive headache. Her head felt
like it was ready to explode. The next thing she noticed was that she
could not seem to bring her hand around to touch her aching head. For
a few minutes she struggled to move her arms. While she was doing
that, her vision cleared enough that she could tell the brilliant
light blinding her was from an outside source and was not a
manifestation of her headache.
"What...where...Shampoo?" She murmured in a fuzzy voice, mind
still dulled from the narcotic in Kodachi's flowers.
"Aa, good, you're awake." A strange male voice said. Shampoo
looked in the direction the voice came from but could see nothing.
Instead the intense light made her eyes water and forced her to turn
her eyes away.
"Maybe you can answer some questions for me now Hmmm?" The voice
asked in a friendly tone.
"Where Shampoo? Who you?" She asked, trying to force her mind to
work. There was something she was missing here, and she could not
quite figure it out yet.
"I ask the questions here!!" The strange voice had suddenly lost
it's friendly air and was now as cold a ice. "For the next little
while I ask, you answer! Follow that little rule and we'll get along
quite well."
Shampoo felt a blaze of fury at the arrogant male. How dare he
speak to her in that tone of voice. She would carve his balls off and
make him eat them for his presumption. At this point she finally
realized what it was that had been clamoring for her attention. She
was tied. She could feel her arms behind her back and her legs seemed
to be twisted and bound in some manner as well. Looking down she was
shocked to see her naked breasts silhouetted in the light from the
desk lamp. Squinting her eyes against the glare she could see that
her nakedness extended to the rest of her body. She next realized
that her legs were wide apart and that the strange man must be able to
see every bit of her. She flushed with a combination of anger and
embarrassment and forced her legs closed.
"Now that is rather impolite, but I'll let it go for now. There
will be lots of time for sightseeing later." The voice said, with a
tone of amused condescension in his voice. "For now I have a question
for you. Where is Nabiki Tendo!?" He spat out like a whip crack, as
if hoping to shock an answer out of her.
"Greedy girl?" Shampoo asked in puzzlement. "Why you ask Shampoo
about greedy girl? Shampoo not know where greedy girl is."
"No, no, no," the man said his voice weary with pretend
disappointment. "I had really though you would be smarter than the
other slut. Maybe seeing what happens to little girls who are not
helpful will aid your memory." With that she heard a click and a TV
screen lit up to her left, away from the glare of the light.
Shampoo looked at the picture in puzzlement for a minute before
her mind managed to translate the images she was seeing. When she did
she, felt like she had been kicked in the stomach by a mule.
There on the screen was Onna-Ranma, and she was not alone. A
large naked man with a massive erection was between her legs, and as
his hips lifted and fell, Shampoo could see his large cock thrusting
in and out of Ranma's widely stretched pussy. As Shampoo watched in
horror Ranma lifted her arms and legs and wrapped them around the dark
haired man. In her shock she failed to note the leather cuffs on
Ranma's wrists and ankles. Instead her attention was fully on the
little red head's face. There was no mistaking the passion in that
face, and no denying that she was enjoying herself. Shampoo felt her
heart break. She had lost him. She had lost her Airen. Tears
streamed down her face, and she turned her face away from the monitor.

Nabiki felt relief, he had pushed the wrong key. He had meant to
cue up the scene he had saved for advertising. Instead he had called
up the current image. That could have been a disaster. He could have
easily ended up showing Shampoo an empty bed, and that would have made
him feel foolish indeed. He had lucked out, and that annoyed him.
Luck was for losers. Still, from the look on Shampoo's face he had
achieved his goal of shocking Shampoo. As well he seemed to have
managed his secondary goal of prying Ranma loose from Shampoo's
attention. From the look on her face Nabiki would lay odds that
Shampoo was no longer interested in Ranma as husband material.

Shampoo was not allowed to dwell on her loss. The tv screen went
black and the strange male began to talk again. "We asked her the
same question we asked you." the voice said. "She didn't want to talk
to us either. When you showed up I gave her to Lenny to play with and
I decided to see if you would be any more cooperative. So how about
it, you going to tell me what I want to know? Or do I get to play a
little as well?"

Nabiki had focused on Shampoo while the scene had been on the
monitor. He had not noticed the expression on Ranma's face, and had
gone with the story he had pre-fabricated.

Shampoo did not notice that what the man was implying did not
match what she had seen. She was too stunned by what she had just
witnessed, to even comprehend what the man was saying.
The image of Ranma having sex with that strange man played over
and over in her mind, shutting out all outside impressions. Her whole
world had just turned upside down.
Ranma despite his curse had always been the most manly of men to
her. She had built that image up in her own mind to excuse the way he
made her feel. It was improper for an Amazon to feel as she did for a
man. To be his slave if he so desired. Shampoo had stopped denying
to herself a long time ago that she would do anything Ranma asked. If
he had asked her for sex, she would have given it to him. O she might
have tried to use it to make him marry her, but if it came down to it
she knew that she would have given him her body with no conditions at
all. She had always made the excuse that Ranma was the ultimate
warrior, and as such there was no sin in her being subservient to him.
No sin in how wet it made her, to imagine him taking her and using
her.
Now however what was she to think. It had been clear that Ranma
was not being forced. Suddenly her mind jolted back to the restaurant
and Ryouga's explanation of the cure. Ryouga had explained the
dangers of taking the cure in their cursed forms, that it would trap
them there. That they would become there cursed form in reality. For
them it would mean a life as an unthinking animal...For Ranma... Clear
in her memory was Ryouga's smiling face as he had told her that Ranma
had taken the cure already. He had known, the bastard had known that
Ranma was a girl for real now. She would cut his...
>Whack< "Ahh!" Shampoo yipped in surprise as something smacked
against her thigh.
"I'm talking to you!!" yelled the strange male. He had moved out
from behind the light and was standing beside the bed. In his hand
was the ruler that he had just struck Shampoo with. Reaching down he
took her chin in his hand and twisted her head so she was staring
straight at him.
Shampoo felt a shiver pass through her body as she looked deep
into his icy cold eyes. The combination of those eyes, his hands on
her and the video resulted in a connection being made in Shampoo's
mind.
The patient adjustments to her mind by Regant began to produce
fruit. He had been delighted to find a strong thread of
submissiveness buried deep in her subconscious, it was quite
pronounced, but had been kept at bay by her cultural upbringing.
Amazon's do not take a passive and submissive role with men. However,
the last year had slowly eroded her bias against submitting to a male.
Allowed by the law to pursue Ranma, she had unconsciously used that as
an excuse to express her inner feeling. Unable to physically coerce
him she had tried to lure him by behaving in a most un-amazonly
manner.

When Regant had been routing around in her mind he had been
surprised to discover this, but had gleefully taken advantage of the
unexpected development. He had carefully worked to fully bring her
submissive nature to the surface. While he was not aware of it, his
efforts were greatly aided by the hypnotic properties of the gas
Kodachi had laced her flowers with.
For Kodachi the gas had been a failure. It caused a deep
unconscious state that did not allow the victim to hear her commands.
Deciding it was a failure she had discarded the formula. However
Regent was imputing his commands and desires straight into Shampoo's
mind, bypassing fully her ears. Unknown to him, his manipulation had
established a link directly between Shampoo's pleasure center and her
submissive tendencies, using Nabiki as the trigger.

Shampoo felt heat beginning to build in her belly. Before this
only Ranma had induced this reaction, but this man had defeated Ranma.
He had defeated Ranma totally. The evidence of the video left no
doubt of that. Now he had her completely in his power and something
in her was responding strongly to that. The angry glare she had
directed at him softened, and she said. "Shampoo not no where greedy
girl is. If Shampoo know, she tell husband. Will husband let Shampoo
go now."
The strange man seemed startled by this statement and he backed
away from her. "Husband?" he blurted out.
"You defeat Shampoo, you defeat Shampoo's husband. Shampoo's
yours now, is amazon way." This was not entirely true. The truth was
that under Amazon law Shampoo should have been planning the most
painful way she could come up with to kill the man who had dishonored
both her and her husband. However, for some reason Shampoo could not
get the image of this man using her out of her mind, and that the mere
thought of him doing so sent flashes of fire racing through her body.
She did not know why, but she was positive that his touch would bring
her pleasure such as she had never imagined.
The man seemed to find this statement highly amusing. "Sorry,
not in the market for a wife right now. So, if you will just give me
the information I want, I'll be on my way."
"But Shampoo tell you, she not know where greedy girl is."
Shampoo said in a plaintive voice.
The man sighed in exasperation and said. "Very well, if that's
the way it has to be. Don't say I didn't warn you." Reaching down,
he felt between her legs until he found her bush. "Nice thatch you
have here" he said as his fingers tangled in it. "Be a shame if
something were to happen to it." Shampoo stifled a gasp as he gave a
firm pull. At the same time she felt a pulse of pleasure shoot
through her body.

Nendex gloated. "I just love playing mind games with these
types. By the time I'm finished with her she won't be able to enjoy
sex with anyone but this Nabiki Tendo. And won't that come as a shock
when she finds out the truth."
Regent frowned. He had been annoyed when after all his work,
Nendex had insisted on manipulating both of the humans. It was not
difficult, once the initial connection were established, it took
little effort to maintain. There was such a thing as fairness,
however, but when had demons ever given thought to fairness. Being
the smallest sucks toadstools, he thought, not for the first time in
his life. Sighing he brought his attention back to the present.
"Don't get carried away." He cautioned Nendex. "Take it easy on the
pain and pleasure stuff. You can only warp her so far before she'll
break, and then she'd be of no further use to us. Wait until he
starts doing something that is more normally pleasurable."
Nendex grumbled, "relax I know what I'm doing. I know how far I
can push it, believe me."
Regent grunted in doubt, but let in lay. It was not like he
could do anything anyway.

Nabiki was startled when she felt Shampoo's reaction to his light
tugging of her pubic hair. Her breath quickened, and a red flush
started at her hairline and spread down her body until her breasts
were as crimson as her face. Nabiki's followed the tide of red as it
washed down Shampoo's body until it reached her breasts. Even as he
watched the small pink nipples that topped Shampoo's flushed breasts
engorged with blood and swelled to three times their former size.
This was not what he had intended, the silly bitch was enjoying
herself.
{So what, that just means I've got an extra lever to use against
her.}
He grinned at this thought, the original plan was to play with
the helpless Shampoo, making it very clear to her who was the master.
There was a certain dissatisfaction in that however. It was like
poking a stick at a tiger in a cage. O sure he could not fight back,
but there was never any real doubt as to who the superior creature
was. Her original plan was the best he could come up with under the
circumstances, but now....
He had been a little startled at Shampoo's assertion that she now
recognized him as her husband. However, now that he had a moment to
think about it, the though was quite arousing. Now how to test it.
He did not dare untie Shampoo just yet. The results of guessing wrong
were too horrid to think about. He stared down at the girl on the bed
for a few minutes, while she returned his gaze with liquid eyes
speaking of deep passion. He noticed that she still held her legs
tightly together. Ok that's a place to start, he thought.
"Spread your legs!" He ordered.

Shampoo blinked at the sudden order. The man had been standing
there staring at her in silence for so long. Once the order
registered however she could not help but obey. She allowed gravity
to pull her legs apart and exposed herself completely to this
commanding man. She felt a pulse of pleasure as she followed the
order, and she almost purred as the tingling sensation ran thru her
body. She stared up at the man looming over her. Her heart beating a
little faster as she waited for his next move. She did not have a
long wait, reaching down he ran a hand under her chin and gently
scratched her there. This time she did purr.
He gave a chuckle at her reaction. "My we do have a very
responsive puss here don't we." Moving his fingers away from her
throat he lightly traced a pattern on her chest, using his unusually
long nails as a stylus. Running the sharp edge along her chest he
left a white streak on her red tinged flesh as he slowly moved it
across her upper chest, finally ending at her heaving breasts.
Lightly cupping her left breast in his hand he kneaded the nipple
between his thumb and forefinger.
Watching her face he slowly increased the pressure. Shampoo's
breath started to come in quick little gasps and her pelvis started to
thrust up and down. Keeping one hand on her breast, Nabiki lay his
other hand on her belly and began to stroke it. Each motion of his
hand brought it a little closer to her sex, and each time Shampoo
thrust her hips toward the stroking hand. Nabiki established a
rhythm, and smiled as Shampoo's thrusts began to match it. He felt
extreme satisfaction at manipulating her body so easily. Finally,
just as Shampoo thought she was going to explode, Nabiki moved his
hand the rest of the way down her belly, and lightly cupped her mound.
Slowly he ran a finger up and down her outer lips, causing a
burning sensation to start growing in Shampoo's groin, and the wetness
that had been forming there started to leak from her engorged sex,
dampening Nabiki's stroking fingers. He continued his teasing for
several minutes, during which Shampoo's hips began to move frantically
in an effort to increase the level of contact. Losing the steady
rhythm of seconds before.
>Smack< Shampoo jolted in shock as he used the ruler from before
on her inner thigh, uncomfortably close to her sex.
"Did I say you could move?" The man said in a calm voice. "You
will do nothing I do not tell you to. Do you understand?"
Shampoo looked up at him, lust burning in her loins, with an
effort she stilled her pelvis and was rewarded with a pulse of
pleasure.

Nendex started, he had not done that, that sense of pleasure was
generated with out any input from him. He stared in surprise at the
bound Amazon. Regant had said she was a repressed submissive, but
this level of response was unexpected to say the least. He leaned
forward, anticipation clear on his face. This was getting very good.

Shampoo did not know why she felt so hot. All she knew was that
obeying this man brought instant gratification. She lay there and
waited for his next order, her body trembling in anticipation. She
did not have long to wait. Reaching down he placed a finger at her
sex. "Do not move," he repeated. Slowly he shoved his finger, well
lubricated with Shampoo's own juices, an inch or so into her tight
opening. At the same time he increased the pressure on Shampoo's
captive nipple. Shampoo gasped as a mixture of pleasure and pain
rocketed thru her body. She was right on the verge of an orgasm, she
could feel it bubbling just below the surface. She almost cried out
in frustration when he relaxed the pressure on her nipple and began to
withdraw his finger. She fought her instinctive lunge, fighting the
desire to keep that pleasure giving digit in her body.

Nabiki drew it out as long as he could, taking at least a half a
minute to pull his finger back the inch and a half it took to remove
it from Shampoo's gripping flesh.

It took all of Shampoo's will to not thrust her hips at his
retreating finger as it came clear of her vagina. She managed to hold
on, and as he finished withdrawing his finger she again felt a flash
of pleasure. She did not know what magic this man possessed. All she
knew was that she had never experienced any thing like the pleasure
she had felt after only ten minutes in his power. Truly he was a man
among men.

Nabiki was feeling a little disconcerted, he had not expected
anything like the reaction he was getting from Shampoo. She seemed to
orgasm at Nabiki's merest touch, and that in turn was having a very
strong effect on Nabiki. He had gone past the merely aroused stage.
His new accessory was like an iron bar in his pajamas, and it was
causing him discomfort every time he moved.
Hesitantly he reached down inside his pajama bottoms and
tentatively grasped his new penis. The resulting flood of sensation
was almost painful. He groaned faintly as he slowly adjusted himself,
pulling his penis up so the head was not pressing against the rough
fabric of his pajamas. The sensation as the tip brushed against the
fabric was like nothing he had ever felt.
He suddenly had an overwhelming urge to throw himself onto the
helpless Shampoo and drive the aching thing into the soothing balm of
her sex. He managed to fight the urge down, but it was difficult. He
gritted his teeth and focused on cold thought. He'd be dammed if he'd
give into this body's urges. He had controlled his normal female body
for years. He would prove to himself that his mind was superior to
the animal lusts of this body. He raked his eyes over the girl who
even now was looking up at him with a small bit of fear in her eyes.
Good she should fear him. He would prove his mental strength on her
body.

Shampoo looked at her captor with a worried frown, his face had
twisted into a grimace of pain. And now he was looking at her with
eyes that caused a small tremor of fear to shoot through her.
"What...what...Shampoo do wrong?" She stammered as he continued to
look at her with... wild barely controlled lust in his eyes. Slowly
the light of sanity returned to his features, but the look he turned
on her then was not much better than the earlier one, in fact it was
worse. The fire in his eyes had been replaced by ice and Shampoo
shuddered as they looked at her, and a wash of fear swept thru her.
What had she done? Was she going to lose this man, just as she had
Ranma? What else could she do? She had given herself to him. She
had nothing else to give.
"Congratulations, you almost succeeded in distracting me," he
said in an eerily calm voice. "But now may we get back to the real
reason I am here. Where is Nabiki Tendo!?" He shouted right in
Shampoo's face, causing her to turn her head aside is surprise. This
did not please him. Grasping her chin in his hand he pulled her back
around so she was forced to look at him. "I believe I told you not to
move, did I not?" He looked at her expectantly for a minute and them
his face became angry. "I asked you a question!" He snarled at her.
"Did I tell you not to move!?"
Shampoo nodded her head, swallowing a lump of fear in her throat.
"Ye..yes..you tell Shampoo no move. Shampoo sorry, Shampoo not move
again, she promise."
Nabiki was pleased, all indications were that Shampoo was really
submitting herself. Still it was best to make sure.
"Promises are not good enough," the man hissed at Shampoo. "Now
what should I do with you?."
Shampoo looked in his eyes like a rabbit trapped in a cars
headlights. Frozen unable to speak. It was not until he smacked the
ruler that was still in his hand lightly across her breast that she
was shocked out of her trance.
Suddenly Shampoo recognized a familiarity to the scene. Cologne
had often looked at her in much that way when she wanted to punish
Shampoo. She had wanted Shampoo to acknowledge her mistake and admit
that she deserved to be punished. For a second defiance flared in
her, and with it an icy cold feeling damped down all the feelings of
pleasure she had been experienced. The sudden cessation of what had
been a constant background feeling of pleasure was shocking. She
suddenly needed to feel that pleasure again more than anything. Like
a drug addict in withdrawal her body began to shake with racking
painful shudders.
Something in the back of Shampoo's mind yelled out that it was
her fault, if she would admit she was wrong the pain would leave and
the pleasure would come back.
"Shampoo sorry!!! Shampoo deserve to be punished for disobeying.
Please punish Shampoo!!!" She screamed out. As soon as the words left
her mouth the pain ceased, and the pleasure flooded back in. Her body
sagged and she started crying in relief, loud racking sobs that filled
the room with the sound of her thankfulness at the cessation of pain.
Even as she was crying she arched her back and spread her legs as wide
apart as she was able. Trying to show this man that she was
surrendering absolutely to him.

Nabiki was shaken by Shampoo's reaction. He had once again been
caught by surprise. Shampoo was behaving as if Nabiki had subjected
her to all the hells of a torture dungeon, when all Nabiki had done
was to lightly swat her across the breast. Considering some of the
blows he had seen Shampoo take, that did not even classify as a flea
bite. Suddenly all the enjoyment he had felt in having her in his
power slipped away. Nabiki might enjoy controlling others, but he was
no sadist. Something was going on here that he did not understand,
and he would not do another thing to her until he figured it out.
Sitting down on the bed he pulled the crying girl's head into his
lap and stroked her sweat soaked hair away from her face. Ignoring
the feeling of overwhelming lust crashing through his body, he softly
whispered words of comfort to the softly sobbing girl. "Hush little
one, it's alright. No one is going to hurt you. I'm here for you,
and I won't let anyone harm you." Unconsciously he was mimicking
something Kasumi had said to a young Nabiki many years ago. He was
also imprinting himself indelibly into Shampoo's psyche as not just a
source of pleasure, but as a haven from pain and sorrow. Suddenly a
wave of pain washed through his mind and a voice thundered in his
head.
{What the hell are you doing!?}

Regent recoiled in shock as Nendex vocalized his displeasure with
Nabiki's actions. He laid a restraining arm on the larger demons
shoulder, in an effort to calm him down. His efforts failed. Enraged
by his toy's spoiling of a perfect scenario he had lost the thin
veneer of civilization he usually wore. His full demonic nature had
manifested, and like a spoiled toddler he had no thought for anything
but what he wanted. He swept his arm back and tossed the slight demon
holding his arm heavily into the corner. Then having removed that
distraction he bent his will to making Nabiki do what he wanted.

Shampoo could only watch in shock as the man who had been a
moment ago been stroking her head, clutched his own in pain.
"Get out, get the fuck out of my mind you bastard!" He screamed.
Shampoo was familiar enough with magic and other strange things
to not immediately suspect insanity, and as she listened to the raving
of her captor she realized that she was hearing one side of a violent
mental battle. Suddenly he shot to his feet and he directed a glare
of purest hatred at a corner of the room. Shampoo was amazed to see a
powerfully glowing battle aura forming around him. So, that is how he
defeated Ranma, she thought to herself. There was more to this man
than she had thought. Her eyes widened in shock a few minutes later
when that battle aura suddenly coalesced into a bolt of energy that
lanced at the corner he was glaring at, and disappeared. This was not
what shocked Shampoo, for she was no stranger to Ki attacks. It was
the words he screamed out as he did so that shook her to her very
core.

Nabiki was fighting a battle for his soul, and was not doing
well. Never before had he been in a position where he had to use his
well honed brain in this manner. All he knew was that something was
trying to control him, and that no one controlled Nabiki Tendo! No
One!! Unschooled in mental combat he fought back with pure
viciousness. He was added by the fact that the instant nanniichuan
gave Nendex only a limited access to his mind. However, he was a
human fighting a demon with centuries of experience at this form of
combat, the outcome could not be in doubt.
Unable to see his enemy he lashed out blindly, without direction.
Bolts of mental energy slammed into his mind, racking him with pain.
Images of him doing things to Shampoo filled his thoughts. Beating
her, raping her. Degrading her in every way imaginable.
{If only you would do these things the pain would stop,} a voice
whispered in his mind.
Nabiki had thought he had a handle on the twisted dreams of the
human race, but some of the images filled him with disgust...and
others to his intense shame filled him with lust.
Finally his aversion to chaotic unfocused activity manifested and
he started to struggle to pin point the source of the attacks.
Blanking out all external thoughts he stopped trying to fight the
attacks on his mind. Instead he allowed himself to sink into them.
Images swirled around him. He felt his body react, but he ignored the
physical sensation and concentrated all his energy on mentally delving
into his mind looking for the door through which this attack was
coming. Deeper and deeper he reached into the corridors of his mind,
searching.
He experienced resistance and he pushed, to no avail. Enraged he
pushed harder, straining against the resistance, finally he felt a
touch of give, and encouraged he reached deep into himself and shoved
again. He felt a burning sensation running through his veins. He
barely kept from screaming at the intense pain, but it was accompanied
by a burst of strength, and instead of flinching back from it he
embraced it. Even as his body screamed in torment he exulted in
finally having the power to fight his foe. He shoved, and the
resistance faded, until with an almost audible snap it disappeared.
His victory was not without cost. Once through the barrier the
intense concentration he had been using faded, and he was racked by
pain. Jolting to his feet he suppressed a scream. His eyes jolted
open, and he saw... a swirling disk floating in the air in one corner
of his room. A leprous grey in color, it was slightly translucent and
Nabiki could see a shape on the other side of it. He knew it had to
be the thing that had attacked him, had tried to control him. Pain
forgotten, acting purely on instinct, he drew on the energy he had
found and used to break the barrier in his mind. Wrapping it around
his body, he focused his hatred at being manipulated at the thing in
the corner. Unaware of anything but that grey disk, he would have
been surprised to have known he was manifesting an aura as powerful as
any that Akane had ever produced.
He screamed his defiance at the thing in the corner. "No one
fuck's with Nabiki Tendo you bastard! No one tells this girl what to
do! SO_ YOU_ CAN_ GO_ TO_ HELL!!!" And with that last scream of rage
he launched all the hatred in him at the dirty gray disk. A second
later he fell to the floor, unconscious.

Regent was amazed to see Nendex stagger backwards from the force
of the Tendo girl's assault. The screen showing her image faded and
the picture was replaced by static.
Holding his side in pain the incensed demon yelled. "No you
don't bitch! You don't get away that easy!"
Regent cowered back from the enraged demon. Smaller demons soon
learned to lie low when there larger brothers were in this state. He
watched as Nendex drew in energy and began to glow with a
phosphorescent light. He raised his hands and began the spell to
reopen the viewing portal.
Then all hell broke loose.
Nendex and Regent had been too caught up in their own little
drama to pay any attention to their fellows. Now, however, the
screaming of tortured ether filled the room drawing even the enraged
Nendex's attention. They both looked over at Extefan and Ergan. Just
in time to see a pillar of golden light slash in to their room from
the still active section of the viewing sphere. It channeled straight
into the two larger demons and for a second every orifice in their
body belched golden fire. Then they exploded in a cloud of dust.
The shockwave threw Regent and Nendex across the room with
violent force, stunning them. The viewing portal flickered for a
second and then with no conscious minds left to maintain it, went
dark. As Regant lay unconscious on the floor, a small decorative box,
cracked by the impact of his body began to glow.

The effect of that blast were felt as far away as the Nekohanten.
Ryouga had reached the final bit of his detailed description of his
victory over Ranma. He had been talking for the last hour, and had
quenched his thirst repeatedly from a bottle of fruit juice. As well
he had slowly worked his way through all the prepared food in the
fridge. He had not eaten for a day and a half, and was making up for
lost time.
Mousse had spent the whole hour huddled on the floor with his
fingers in his ears, repeating over and over. "Not listening, not
listening..." Ryouga had merely smiled and spoken louder.
Now a faint look of surprise crossed his face, and was quickly
replaced by a look of total horror. Reaching down, he picked up
Mousse by the collar of his robe and screamed in his face. "I RAPED
RANMA!!" He relaxed his grip as a queasy expression crossed his face.
"My god I had sex with Ranma." He said in a faint voice.
Mousse had been driven past his limit, he'd had about enough.
For the first time in an hour his mind was free of the disturbing
images of him doing things to Onna-Ranma. Now he wrenched free of
Ryouga's grasp and yelled back at the lost boy. "Yes, yes, yes, you
raped Ranma! Yes you fucked her!! You have been saying that over and
over for the last hour, and I am fucking tired of it!! So why don't
you get the fuck out of here you pervert, before I throw you out!?"
Ryouga was not listening, his face had gone even paler. "O my
god, I had sex with Ranma," he repeated in a tone of disbelief.
Suddenly he clapped a hand to his mouth and dashed over to the kitchen
sink.
Mousse looked on in disgust, "I'm...am...not, cleaning that up."

Shampoo was in a state of total shock. The man who had conquered
her, and who touch brought her pleasure beyond compare was Nabiki!
Her emotions were a maelstrom of confusion. Amazon law was clear on
this matter. If an Amazon was defeated by an outsider woman, she must
give the kiss of death, and kill without delay. However, the kisses
Shampoo wanted to give Nabiki had nothing to do with death. Despite
the revelation of her captors true identity, her body still tingled
with remembered pleasure. Even now as she remembered submitting to
Nabiki's commands she did not feel as she should. Instead of a hot
rage, the memories caused hot flashes. Merely remembering submitting
herself was enough to send little flashes of pleasure through her.
More than that Shampoo recognized a battle when she saw one.
Nabiki had fought something. Something that had attempted to take
over her mind, something that may have made her tie Shampoo up. So
Nabiki had not been responsible for her...his actions. How had Nabiki
done that anyway? The answer came as quick as the question. Instant
Nanniichuan, it had to be. She felt a sense of relief. There was no
need to kill Nabiki. Having justified her desire to not do so,
Shampoo's mind switched to other things. That was the fact that she
was still bound.
Flexing her shoulders she tested the strength of the binding on
her arms. She quickly determined that there was little hope of
breaking whatever was holding her arms. Turning her attention to her
legs she once again flexed her muscles. This time she felt something
give. Pausing she took several deep breaths, and focused, visualizing
what she was about to do. Then with a scream of release, she used
every bit of power in her legs. Thighs that could crack coconuts
flexed powerfully, and the cheap clasp clips holding her legs in
position bent and then broke with a >sprung< of fracturing metal.
Straightening her legs she twisted off the bed and to her feet on the
floor. She moved over to the unconscious Nabiki and smoothly knelt by
his side. Leaning forward she placed her head on his chest and
listened with satisfaction to the strong heart beat. Sitting back on
her heels she contemplated the handsome boy in front of her.

Back in the Amazon village, the maiden warriors would relieve the
stress of unrequited passion with each other. Even if an Amazon was
interested solely in males, they denied the feeling. Males were for
one thing only, the continuation of the blood lines. With all the
certainty of the young, they were invincible in there bigotry. They
felt nothing but contempt for the older girls who allowed inferior
males to supposable defeat them in combat. They were all sure that
they would never submit themselves to the animal lusts of mere males,
unless of course he was worthy. But then, over time many would grow
dissatisfied with each other and want more. They would discover that
they could be conquered by other things then skill in combat. Just
like those girls Shampoo had been conquered by something other than
brute strength.
The battle in Shampoo's mind seesawed bach and forth. While any
thoughts to do with fighting or fleeing Nabiki were just that, cold
thoughts, a weighing of her options with all the calculation of the
trained warrior she was. Thoughts that lingered for more than an
instant on submitting to the situation however, brought a flash of
pleasure. Back and forth in her mind the battle went, until at last
she reached her decision. Having made up her mind she ceased to worry
and sat patiently waiting for Nabiki to waken.

Pain, the last thing Nabiki could remember was pain. He had
pulled Shampoo's head into his lap and was stroking it, and
then...nothing, just pain. The pain was gone now, and he could feel
himself laying on the floor. Nabiki opened his eyes and noticed the
Amazon sitting beside him. That fact caused him to start slightly.
The only way she could be doing that would be if her legs were free.
Which meant...
"Is you ok Nabiki?" Shampoo asked.
Nabiki closed his eyes. I'm dead. He opened his eyes a crack,
and started back at seeing Shampoo's face inches from his own.
>Whack< "Damm" Nabiki cursed, his hand reflexively reaching around to
the back of his head. As he rubbed the spot where his head had
connected with the floor, he glared at Shampoo, who was suppressing a
giggle at Nabiki bumping his head.. "A little room if you don't
mind," he said in a sour voice. "Unless you're planing on killing me
here and now.
Shampoo gave a laugh, and said. "You so silly, why Shampoo
kill?" With that she tossed a leg over his hips and settled down.
Leaning forward she said in a husky voice. "You so rough before, you
treat Shampoo so bad." She brought her mouth down beside Nabiki's ear
and said in a passion filled voice. "Do again." She started to slid
her pelvis back and forth, grinding her bare crotch into the rapidly
growing bulge in his pants. Nabiki felt wetness, and realized that
Shampoo was so aroused she was soaking through his pajama bottoms.
He let his head fall back with a thump on the floor. "Ouch,
goddamn." He said, as his tender head complained of this treatment.
Once again he reached around and rubbed his head. He looked up at the
figure above him and noted the glazed look in her eyes. "You took
Ryouga's potion." he said, not as a question but as a statement of
fact.
Shampoo nodded her head vigorously. "Uh hu, Uh hu, Shampoo all
better now, no turn cat no more."
Nabiki sat up abruptly, tumbling Shampoo off his lap and onto the
floor. "Great, it turned Ryouga into a sex maniac, it turned Ranma
into a nymphomaniac, and now it seems to have dissolved what little
brains you had, and you think it's great you don't turn into a cat
anymore. Great, just great."
"Why Shampoo's husband shove Shampoo off? He was happy with
Shampoo, Shampoo could feel."
Nabiki could feel too. His body was very annoyed with him, and
his balls were starting to pain him greatly. As well his cock was
fully erect and once again painfully pressing against the front of his
too tight pajama bottoms.
This self denial thing is starting to get a little ridiculous, he
thought. Still he had no intention of giving in to this bodies
demands, not during the current situation anyway. Instead he told
Shampoo. "Turn around." A minute later he had freed her hands from
their tight bondage. A second after that, she glomped him. "Ack," he
exclaimed in shock. He tried futilely to free himself from her grasp,
but she easily overpowered his efforts. He toppled over backward, and
ended up with her on top of him, her body laying along the length of
his. She writhed on top of him, grinding her breasts into his chest,
and her crotch into his groin. He attempted to yell at her, but his
voice was cut off by a passionate kiss. She gripped his head firmly
with her now free hands, and thrust her tongue deep into his open
mouth, savoring the taste of him.
Nabiki froze, then let all his muscles relax, and just lay there
waiting for her to finish.
Shampoo, feeling his body go slack, broke the kiss and lifted
herself up. Looking him in the eye she asked. "What matter?"
"Get_Off_Of_Me!" Nabiki said in a voice that could have chilled a
raging fire. Shampoo felt a shudder run through her at his icy tone.
She quickly got off of him and knelt on the floor beside his prone
body.
Nabiki heaved himself into a sitting position and glared at
Shampoo. "I did not give you permission to touch me." He hissed, his
voice still icy. Shampoo started back from the venom in his eyes.
"S...Sha...Shampoo, sor...sorry." She stuttered out, her eyes becoming
liquid with unshed tears. Nabiki continued to glare at her, but
inside a fire was building in reaction to Shampoo's behavior. The
sight of her kneeling there in supplication, tears forming in her eyes
as a result of Nabiki's actions. These were all powerful stimuli.
Which made what Nabiki had to do all the harder. The events of the
last little while had given him a great distaste for tormenting caged
tigers. The bonds might be gone, but that thrice cursed potion was
still twisting Shampoo's mind. Nabiki's lust for control was inflamed
by Shampoo's behavior, but the rational mind that was never far away,
told him it was all a fraud...Nabiki Tendo did not own fakes. He
might sell them, but anything he owned was the real thing. He did not
intend to start with Shampoo.
"No thank you," he said in a flat voice.
"What, Shampoo no understand?"
With the same flat voice he elaborated. "I said, no thank you,
not interested, take your wares and peddle them elsewhere, vamoose,
get lost, hit the road Jill."
"W..why?" Shampoo said, her voice on the verge of breaking. Her
emotions were in a fragile state after the emotional shock of losing
Ranma. "Shampoo no understand, Shampoo know you like Shampoo." She
reached forward and tried to touch the bulge in his pants. As she
bent forward the tears that had been forming in her eyes spilled out
and trickled down her cheeks.
The motion was tentative and Nabiki easily slapped her hand
aside. "I said, don't touch me...not unless I give you permission."
He said with no emotion in his voice. Despite that, Shampoo perked
up, the qualifier seemed to hold out some hope.
"What Shampoo need to do? How she make Nabiki give permission?"
"Go home." Shampoo quailed at the uncompromising tone in his
voice, but he was not finished. "Stop taking the potion. I don't
want to see you again until I can hold you in my lap and scratch your
ears. Do that, and maybe we can talk." Nabiki glared at the downcast
ex-amazon.
"B...bu...but why? Why you want Shampoo be cat?"
"I don't have to explain myself to you. I've given my
conditions, either meet them or forget me. Either way I don't much
care."
Shampoo stared at him in shock. He returned her stare with a
look of complete indifference. Her expression started to crack, and
the small trickle of tears turned into a flood running down her
cheeks. "Shampoo go." She said in a broken voice, then it firmed,
"but she come back. She not lose husband twice." She turned to leave,
but came to a halt as Nabiki spoke, his voice uncompromising.
"Shampoo, don't get the wrong idea!! If you come back, you're
mine! I'm not your's! I'll own you...and I'll use you."
He turned to look at her, his eyes burning with barely suppressed
passion. "Believe it, don't go getting romantic ideas. I'm not
Ranma. I'm a hard miserable bitch. Think about that before you show
your face here again."
"Hai," Shampoo managed to get out. "Sh...Shampoo, understand.
Shampoo think about what you say." She turned and disappeared out the
window.
Nabiki sat staring at the place she had stood for a long moment.
"And people wonder why I don't have a boyfriend." He finally said, in
a voice filled with self derision. Then he flinched as the adrenaline
bled out of his body and he became aware of his balls opinion of his
actions. They were sore and aching, and blamed it all on him.
"That's it, you're history." He said in a firm voice. He got up and
headed for the door. "I've had as much fun as I can stand for
awhile." He said in a sarcastic tone of voice. "Time to wash you guys
out of my lap."

"Ranma No Baka." echoed down the hall, followed by the sound of a
small body impacting with a wall.
"Aa true love." Nabiki said as Akane-kun slammed out of the
bathroom and walked past him, fairly bristling in outrage. "Nice to
see that some things are constant." He walked through the door and
stopped.
Ranma was bent over the lip of the furo. She seemed to be
fishing things out of it. Even as Nabiki watched she tossed a wooden
bucket over her shoulder and into the scrub area, all the while
muttering to herself. "Stupid un-cute tomboy." Each movement she made
was punctuated with jerks of her hips. Nabiki felt a ball of hot lead
forming in his groin as he found himself staring at her waving hips.
His eyes zeroed in on the small pink bull's-eye pouting from between
her legs. The Instant Nanniichuan chose that moment to start its
final breakdown. Nabiki was suddenly flooded with a dozen times the
magic that had been trickling steadily into his system for the last
few hours. The effect was extreme.
Fuck it, I've been Mr. nice guy long enough. Nabiki stripped off
his top and bottom. He strode towards Ranma, his cock pointing the
way like a compass needle. His eyes focused on her waving ass.
Falling to his knees he grabbed her hips and thrust forward with all
his might. Ranma gave a squawk as she felt Nabiki's hips slap against
her upturned ass. Spinning out from between Nabiki's clasping hands
she yelled at her. "What the fuck are you doing Nabiki? You scared
the hell out of me!" Nabiki did not answer, she was too busy looking
down at the breasts that had suddenly sprouted on her chest.
"Nabiki!?" Ranma yelled in her face.
"Aa he, he," Nabiki laughed weakly. "Just a little joke." Ranma
just shook her head in disgust, and left the room, looking over her
shoulder at Nabiki until she was through the door.
Nabiki watched her go, a sheepish look on her face. The minute
Ranma was out the door her expression hardened. She hated being seen
as anything other than in full control of herself. Nabiki had a
reputation for being an ice queen. It was not true of course, she had
lapses, but people tended to forget them due to a strategy she had
devised a long time ago. As soon as possible after one of her human
failings, she tried to do, or cause something, that would make people
forget her loss of cool. Ranma had experience one such episode
herself. It had followed Nabiki running in terror from a panda with a
young girl slung over it's shoulder. At that time Nabiki solution had
been to fondle Ranma's breast in public, twice. People remembered
that, and tended to forget the running in terror part.
Now what was she going to do to make sure Ranma never thought
about this incident again?

Regent stifled a groan. Injured Demons who drew attention to the
fact they were injured did not survive long. He could feel the damage
to his body, and knew it was bad. A scream of agony ripped through
the room. He barely repressed a reflexive move to look. Two thousand
years had dulled his reflexes badly. Once upon a time he would not
have moved a muscle at the sound. Opening his eyes just enough to
see, he looked across the room and saw...Urgant?
The fake Abbot was free of his imprisonment in the spirit box,
and was not a happy camper. No longer looking like a harmless monk,
he had shed that seeming and now appeared in his true form. Regant
swallowed in fear. He had never seen Urgant in his true form before,
and he doubted the ex-Extefan had either, or else he would never have
dared imprison him.
Urgant was a dozen feet tall, with several heads and arms. As
well he had the multiple penile tentacles of a high level demon.

As they grew in power, it became a status symbol for Shikima
demons to manifest excessive numbers of large prehensile penises.
Regant had always thought they took it to a ridiculous level. Look at
the king, he would say to his acquaintances. He's satisfied with a
single substantial cock. Of course Regant was a low rung demon and
had only the one solitary penis. So, maybe he was just suffering from
multiple penis envy.

Right at the moment Urgant was making good use of his penises.
He had them wrapped around Nendex's body, and was holding the
screaming demon against the wall with them. This left his hands free,
and at the moment all five of them were wrapped around Nendex's head.
Regant recognized what was going on. Urgant was raping Nendex's mind
for all his memories of the time Urgant had spent trapped, and he was
not being careful as to how he did it. As Regent looked on in horror
Nendex's body began to smolder, and then burst into flame. Urgant
merely stood there and held the blazing body as he sucked out every
thought and memory he could. Finished at last, he dropped the now
charred corpse and with an angry oath walked over to the wall
containing the viewing screen. Reaching out he ripped it from the
wall and examined the vaguely organic material that had been concealed
behind it.
By the demon kings, Regant swore to himself. That's no ordinary
power reservoir. There's enough capacity there to power a dozen
viewing screens. Then he noticed the charred sections, and felt a
sick lump form in his stomach. The energy that had vaporized Extefan
and Ergan had damaged the storage reservoir as well. Regant suddenly
understood Urgant's haste in questioning Nendex. It was a miracle
they had not already been blown to there component atoms, and their
spirits sent back to the Shikima realm. Confined as this life had
been, Regant had no desire to be trapped for a hundred years in the
Shikima realm. A Shikima demon could not die the true death on earth,
but they could and did in their home dimension. No, Regant would take
boring over the chance of permanent death any day.

Regant began to watch Urgant with an fierce intensity. He was
not behaving like a person with a only a few minutes of existence left
in this life. His movements were deliberate. There was a purpose
behind his actions. The sulfureous oaths he was muttering as he
worked indicated he was not happy with that purpose, but that he had
no choice. Even as Regant watched he placed both hands on two
conductor surfaces and screamed. Not a loud order, or a yell of
triumph, but a soul shaking cry of agony. Despite the pain he did not
lift his hands from the contact points. As Regant watched, Urgant's
body shuddered, and Regent's under sight saw Urgant's spirit separate
from it's corporal body. There was a brilliant flash of light and all
was quiet. The hulk of Urgant's now vacant body swayed back and forth
for several seconds and then crashed to the floor with an impact that
raised dust in every corner of the room.
Regant could only stare in shock. This was impossible, a demon
could not exist in the mortal world for long without a corporal form.
What was Urgant doi...
"The bastard!...the lousy, stinking, rat bastard!!" Regant swore.
A trick, it had all been a trick, not just on Ryouga, but on his
fellow demons as well. Urgant never had any intention of sitting back
and using the Jusenkyo cursed as play toys. He had intended all along
to download himself into one of them. Regant had a pretty good idea
of which one to. Urgant had made no secret of his desire for control
of the male Amazon. Now that Regent knew the truth he could
understand that desire.
Urgant's penises were not just tools for pleasure, but weapons he
had used for eons. As a human he would be limited. The Amazon's
skill with chains would partial offset that limitation, especially
with the latent telekinetic ability they had theorized the Amazon
might possess. Ryouga's memories were not that clear on the subject
of the Amazon male, but what he did remember hinted that more than
just manual dexterity was involved in the way he could handle his
chains and other weapons.
The shaking of the temple brought his attention back to the
current situation. The storage reservoir was on the verge of going
critical. The dissonance in it's storage medium was starting to
rattle the massive walls of the temple. He brought his emotions under
control. His anger at Urgant's duplicity was a waste of time, and he
had very little of that commodity left. Weakly, he dragged his
damaged body towards the two contact points Urgant had used. Reaching
them he slapped his hands down. With no one around to impress he did
not even try to hold in his screaming. As the energy in the reservoir
extracted his spirit from the shattered shell of his body, he felt
like...his soul was being ripped out of his body. Which only made
sense. Then blessed relief, the last shred of his spirit was freed of
its corporal bindings and the pain stopped. He felt a sensation of
being compressed and hurled at a great speed. The walls of the temple
blurred towards him, and he felt a brief drag as the power holding him
punched through the wards on the outer temple walls, and then he was
free. If he had still had lungs, he would have gasped in relief, at
the cessation of pain. He closed his eyes and savored it's absence.

Unheard and un-sensed by him the power reservoir back in the
temple lost its battle to survive and gave up its integrity in a blast
that left a five hundred foot crater where a two thousand year old
building had stood. On the rim of the valley a female cat looked down
at the sight of the explosion. Giving in to curiosity she walked down
into the valley and became the first female creature to enter the
valley in two millennium. Five hours later, having determined there
was nothing to kill or eat in the valley, she left.

Regant gave one last sigh of pleasure at having escaped certain
dis-corporation. Then he slowly began to orient himself. Extending
his senses he started to search for the tell tale traces of Shikima
energy. There, like a ball of fire, that must be the red head. Near
by were two smaller sources, but there was something strange about
them. They were not the raw chaotic magic of a broken Jusenkyo curse.
They were not in fact artificial at all. They must be demons. It
would be wise to avoid them until he could approach on equal footing.
He did not even consider for an instant using Ranma as a source of
power. Trying to tap that level of energy would be like a human
suckling on a high tension power line. He looked elsewhere. There,
he spotted a familiar source he recognized, Shampoo, but he moved on.
He had no desire to be trapped in a female body. Another source
impinged on his senses. The male amazon, and that meant...Urgant, he
hissed to himself, silently cursing his fearless leader. Turning from
that source he began looking for his target.
He frowned and strained his senses to the utmost. Where was
Ryouga? He could not sense him anywhere. That was impossible, he
could see all the other known sources. Where was Ryouga?

"Where the hell am I?" Ryouga screamed into the echoing darkness.
He had fled the Nekohanten in shame. His only goal, to distance
himself from the evil he had done. To try and outrun the desire he
still felt. He had run for what seemed like hours, and now he was as
lost as he had ever been in his life. He heard a sound behind him.
"Hello," he shouted, "is anyone there?"
"Why yes, why do you ask lunch?"
At the sound of that watery, slurred voice Ryouga strained his
eyes, trying to see into the darkness. His eyes widened in shock at
what slithered out of the dark. The multi tentacle monstrosity
reached out towards him, and Ryouga pulled his umbrella from it's
position on top of his backpack. "No one!!!" He screamed as he
charged at the looming monstrosity. "CALLS ME LUNCH!!!"

Back in the Tendo Kitchen the clatter of pans, and the sound of a
knife chopping attracted attention.
"Ranma, what do you think you're doing?" Akane shouted from the
kitchen door. Ranma looked around from where she was cooking. Akane
was female again. She had come down to the kitchen earlier and heated
some water while Ranma was still in the bathroom. She was now dressed
in a simple summer frock, and looked very cute. Typically Ranma
ignored that, and answered her question.
"What's it look like? Kasumi's ready to eat meals are gone.
Someone who can cook has to make something."
Akane glowered at Ranma. "I was going to make breakfast this
morning. I put all the ingredients out last night so I would have
them ready."
"That explains the sour milk and melted butter." Ranma said,
turning back to the stove. "Why don't you go and sit down? This stir
fry will be ready in a minute."
"Stir fry? For breakfast?"
"Why not? At least it's edible, unlike some things I could
mention."
"And just what is that suppose to mean!?" Akane said as she
advanced on Ranma, mayhem in her eyes. "I'll have you know my cooking
is much better. I've been practicing."
"Yea I know, and don't think I ain't grateful."
Akane stopped her advance and looked at Ranma in shock. "Yo..You
are?"
"Yea, since you started practicing every morning there hasn't
been a cat within miles of this place. Guess it's true, what they say
about animals being able to sense catastrophe coming."
"Ranma_No_Baka!!" Ranma ducked under Akane's swing, and then
somersaulted over her head to avoid her side kick. Laughing she ran
into the dining room, still carrying the pan of stir fry. She had not
dropped a single piece of food.
"Have to do better than that Akane," she taunted. Setting the
food on the table she swayed to the side to avoid another blow from
Akane. Leaping off the porch she landed in the yard by the Koi pond.
Pulling down an eyelid she stuck her tongue out at the fuming Akane
who dashed into the yard after her.

Nabiki came down the stairs, grumping at the noise. "Lord don't
those two ever stop." Akane could only have gotten a few hours sleep
last night before Ranma had come home. Yet there she was chasing the
laughing Ranma like she had just had 12 hours of solid sleep.
Of course Nabiki had never been a morning person. That was not
the only reason for her bad mood of course. She had taken it for
granted that a bit of hot water, and the removal of her masculine form
would solve the problems she had been having controlling herself.
Such had not been the case. After a hot bath she had returned to
her room and started to clean up all evidence of Shampoo's visit. As
she had handled the various ties and bindings she had started to
recall how beautiful Shampoo had looked in them. From there she
started to remember how good it had felt to have Shampoo under her
thumb. Before she knew it she was laying on her back, plunging her
fingers into her overheated sex. Images of what she had done, and
what she could have done to Shampoo flitted through her head. It did
not take long. She experienced one of the best orgasms she had ever
had. Afterwards she could only lay panting on her bed, wondering what
the hell had happened to her legendary cool.
The argument that it was only the effect of the curse did nothing
to settle her mind. Instant Nanniichuan was temporary. Besides, she
was a girl now. Why was she having these thoughts about Shampoo? For
a brief moment she regretted the impulse that had made her chase
Shampoo away. She stifled the errant thought. She had done the right
thing. Shampoo would never consider coming back to her. Not after
the warning she had given her. Soon Nabiki would be back to her old
self.
A sudden shout from Ranma drew her attention.

"Careful Akane, you don't want to be changing into a guy again do
you, be a shame to ruin that pretty dress." Ranma was standing on the
opposite side of the Koi pond from Akane. Whichever way she moved,
Ranma moved the opposite, keeping that expanse of cold water between
them. Akane was very hesitant. She had experienced very powerful
emotions as a boy. She was not sure if she wanted to be a guy again.
Plus the sight of Ranma's breast bobbing as she moved right and left,
her hard nipples prominent through the thin silk shirt was having an
effect on her. It was not that obvious now, but if Akane turned back
into a guy...Well Akane knew enough now to know her feelings would be
a lot more obvious.
Stifling her hentai thoughts, she said. "If you weren't such a
coward, you'd come over here and fight me fair."
Ranma just laughed and stayed where she was.
Nabiki spoke up from the her position on the porch. "I wouldn't
worry about getting wet Akane. I changed back without water about an
hour ago. I only splashed you about twenty minutes after I was
changed. The instant Nanniichuan must have worn off ages ago."
"Thanks a lot, Nabiki," Ranma said, sarcastically, keeping a
cautious eye on Akane. For her part Akane had a smile on her face.
"No more hiding Ranma. Here's where you get yours." With that
she jumped across the pond towards Ranma. Unfortunately, her foot
slipped as she jumped, and she came up short on the opposite edge of
the pond. Her arms wind milled desperately in an attempt to keep her
balance. Just as she started to fall backwards Ranma darted forward
and grabbed the front of her dress. For a minute they stood there,
Ranma holding Akane just on the edge of falling into the pond.
"Looks like I'm in charge now," Ranma said with a leer. Reaching
forward she cupped her hand around one of Akane's breasts. "This will
teach you to take advantage of poor helpless girls, you pervert."
"Pervert!!? Who are YOU calling a pervert you molester?" Akane
yelled out at her, even as she felt her nipple stiffening from Ranma's
touch.
"Hey, if the shoe fits"
"You...you..oooohhh!!" Akane grabbed Ranma's wrist with both
hands and pulled. Before the startled red head could react, they both
tumbled into the water. There was a mighty splash, and a second later
Akane-kun sat up in the water, holding a sodden Onna-Ranma in his lap.
The remains of his dress hanging in tatters from his broad shoulders.
"I'll show you," he said."Molest innocent young girls will you."
"Innocent?" Ranma exclaimed, while she fruitlessly attempted to
break Akane's grip on her. "Who tied who down? Who was the sticker
and who was the stickee here? Hey, watch the hands!!"
Akane ignored her, and cupped both of Ranma's breasts with his
large hands. Kneading them gently, he whispered in her ear. "You're
just lucky that this water is so cold Ranma, or you'd really be in
trouble." Ranma blushed red, and felt her body heat despite the
coldness of the water soaking her clothing. Her breast in particular
seemed to tingle from Akane's touch, but underneath the tingle was a
touch of soreness. Before she had a chance to think about that
however, a voice from the side lines stopped their activity cold, and
distracted her from the soreness in her breasts.
"Entertaining as this is, I think you should stop before you
traumatize the Koi even more than they are now." Akane blushed as he
recalled Nabiki's presence. Then another thought occurred to him.
"Nabiki, why am I a boy? You said it would have worn off by
now." Ranma stopped squirming and looked up at the large dark haired
boy who was holding her, then over at Nabiki who was standing on the
porch, a look of surprise on her face.
"I don't know...Maybe there was a little more powder in the bag I
gave you, or maybe it was a little more potent."
"What!? How long will I be like this then?"
"Relax, it can't be much longer. There can't be that much
variance in the doses." Despite her confident words, Nabiki's face
wore a frown.

Two hours later Akane was still a boy. He had refused offers of
hot water. "If I stay a boy then I'll know the moment the instant
Nanniichuan wears off." He had said. Instead he had gone to the
laundry room, and much to Ranma's amusement returned wearing one of
Genma's Gis. They were the only article of clothing in the house that
came close to fitting him. Even they were extremely short in the arms
and legs. The waist however had lots of room. Ranma had invited him
to play Shogi with her, a broad grin on her face, but Akane had only
looked at her disdainfully and sat down in front of the tv. Now,
however, he was starting to get a little antsy. "This is too long.
Nabiki's wore off three hours ago. What's taking so long?"
"Akane?" They turned to look at Nabiki who was walking down the
stairs. "I'm afraid I may have some bad news. I checked the case of
Instant Nanniichuan. I found a note in Chinese I missed before. I
scanned it into my computer and sent it to a an E-mail pal who reads
Chinese.
"Well, what did it say?" Akane asked, a sense of dread starting
to grow as he took in Nabiki's expression.
"To put it simply, occasionally, because of the uncertainty of
magic, the powder can have an effect that lasts for an indeterminate
length of time."
"What!" both Akane and Ranma screamed out in shock.
"Nabiki, how could you be so careless!?" Akane said, his voice
filled with horror. "You mean I might stay half a guy for ever?"
"Hey, what's wrong with being a gu..." Ranma started to say, but
her voice trailed off at the look Akane gave him.
Having quelled Ranma, Akane turned her look on Nabiki, who was
not impressed.
"I don't know why you're upset. I'm the injured party here."
"WHAT!?...What are you talking about Nabiki? How can you say
that?"
Nabiki shrugged her shoulders. "Easy, I gave you a free sample
out of the goodness of my heart. Now, for a while anyway, you don't
need anymore."
"Why would I want anymore!?"
Nabiki lifted an expressive eye brow, and looked over at Ranma.
"What?" Ranma said when he saw Nabiki looking at him. "Why
should Akane need more Instant Nanniichuan because of me?" Then she
blushed a deep red. "No way, I'm a guy, one time only. Next time I'm
the guy, and Akane's the girl." Despite her bluster she could not help
but remember how nice it had felt a few hours earlier when Akane had
held her in his arms, how good it had felt to roughhouse with him, and
most of all the thrill she had felt when Akane had lightly squeezed
her breasts. A tremor of fear ran through her mind. What was
happening to her?
For his part, Akane was looking guilty, remembering how little
choice Ranma had been given about that one time. Nabiki merely
smiled, and then quoted Ranma.
"How do you girls stand it? How can you stand walking around
feeling like this all the time? Like I told you Ranma, we don't. Not
unless something makes us that way. Now for most girls it might be a
guy they're really hot for...That couldn't be your problem of course."
Nabiki drawled sarcastically. "However, there is the matter of that
little potion you drank. Tell me Ranma, are you still leaking like a
broken bucket?"
Ranma blushed at Nabiki's bluntness, but Akane only looked
puzzled, not getting the reference. Ranma was about to retort, then a
strange expression crossed her face. "I'm not, I didn't notice
before, but I've been normal ever since..." Ranma broke off and looked
at Akane.
"There you see." Turning to Akane she continued, "so as you can
see Akane..." She trailed off, noticing that neither Akane or Ranma
were paying attention to her. They were totally wrapped up in each
other, and oblivious to anything else. Even as Nabiki watched, a
matching blush arose on each of their faces. She heaved a mental sigh
of relief at their distraction. It saved her from having to invent
one. Their were some questions she just was not prepared to answer
yet. Mainly because she did not have the answers.
Not wanting to push her luck she got up and went upstairs to her
room. Arriving there her eyes turned to the computer monitor on her
desk. Frozen on the screen was the image of a ball of golden energy.
Just on the periphery of the ball could be made out the corner of a
bed. Nabiki had played the video of Akane and Ranma's lovemaking
through to the end. She had watched that glow form around them,
brightening in intensity, until two frames after this one, it burnt
out the camera.
There had been no note in the case of instant Nanniichuan.
Nabiki had no idea why Akane was still turning into a guy. No idea
except the image frozen on her computer screen. Nabiki had no idea
what it was. All she knew was it had not harmed either of the people
caught in the middle of it. After more than a year living with Ranma,
Nabiki did not consider Akane being a gender changer as harmful.
Merely potentially profitable.

An hour later she walked down stairs again, and stared
incredulously at the scene in front of her. Both Ranma and Akane were
back out in the yard. Akane was trying to smash a laughing, dogging
Ranma. She slapped a hand to her forehead. Don't those two ever
stop. Then she noticed something different in their quarreling.
There was a happiness in their sparring that was not usually there.
What had happened between the two of them had broken barriers. They
might not realize it themselves, but the uncertainty had gone from
them. They no longer had any doubts about the other's love. Nabiki
smiled, and picking up the untouched pan of stir fry, went into the
kitchen to re-heat it. At least it's better than letting Akane cook
something for me, she thought.

Walking out a little while latter she stood watching Akane and
Ranma. Then she frowned as she realized something. She was so used
to Ranma's skill she had not really made the connection before.
"Ranma," she called.
Ranma ducked under a blow from Akane, and looked towards Nabiki.
"What."
"I thought you said that potion damaged your Ki. How come your
jumping fifteen feet straight up."
Ranma froze in shock. >Pow...Splash< Akane was unable to pull
his punch in time, and Ranma went flying backwards into the Koi pond.
"Ranma!" Akane yelled in fear, and splashed into the pond.
Picking up the stunned red head she carried her over to the porch.
"You baka, why weren't you paying attention?" Ranma was only lightly
stunned and was soon struggling in Akane's arm.
"Put me down Akane, I got to check this out." Akane set her on
her feet, and Ranma bounced into the yard. For the next fifteen
minutes she jumped, ran and performed complicated Katas. Then she
bounced across the yard and onto the porch and threw her arms around
Akane. Hugging him tightly around the hips, she picked Akane up and
spun around, laughing all the while. She managed two circles before
Akane's bulk pulled them both over, and they fell to the floor. Ranma
ended up on top of Akane, and after slithering up his body, planted
both hands on the side of his face, and kissed him. Akane stiffened
in surprise, but then his arms went around Ranma and hugged her to
him.
Nabiki waited a minute or so, and when they gave no indication of
breaking the kiss cleared her throat nosily. She had to do it twice
more before the couple on the floor noticed, and broke their clinch.
Akane shifted Ranma's body and sat up, positioning Ranma in his lap.
He turned and looked at Nabiki.
Ranma made an aborted attempt to free herself, but stopped when
Akane tightened his arms around her. She settled back in Akane's arms
with a expression of contentment, that shifted after a moment to
contain a trace of fear, it was clear that she was finding her new
bodies reactions a source of worry. Still she made no further effort
to escape from Akane's lap. Turning she looked at Nabiki with a look
of enquiry on her face.

"I take it that little demonstration had a point?" Nabiki said to
her.
"You bet," Ranma enthused, the worry over her behavior forgotten
in an instant. "I'm almost back to normal. I'm just a little behind
what I was when I first came here. Ryouga said that after drinking
that much potion. I'd never be able to generate Ki again. If he was
wrong about that, then maybe he was wrong about the curse as well.
Maybe in a little while I'll be able to change to a guy again." As she
was talking Ranma was shifting her shoulders, and pulling at the front
of her shirt with both hands.
Akane noticed, and also noticed that Ranma's nipples were trying
to poke holes in her shirt. The sight started to get him excited, and
the feel of Ranma sitting in his lap soon produced a partial erection.
Ranma blushed as she felt Akane's erection pressing into her ass, but
she did not show any other sign that she felt something poking her.
Something else was bothering her. With a frown on her face, she
slipped a hand inside her shirt and started to feel her breast.
Nabiki was watching this with some bemusement. "Should I leave
the room, and let you two have some privacy?" Akane blushed, but
Ranma merely looked at her blankly. Then she followed Nabiki's gaze,
and realized what she was talking about. She blushed as red as Akane.
"Hey, it's not like that. My breasts hurt for some reason."
With that she pulled her shirt open and tenderly took one of her
nipples between her fingers. Both Akane and Nabiki could see that it
was red and inflamed looking. Akane, as the jock of the sisters
realized what was causing it.
"Of course it hurts, the way you were bouncing around. It's a
wonder you're not bruised as well. You've been rubbing your poor
nipples raw on the inside of your shirt."
Ranma looked puzzled, "I ain't had no trouble before."
Nabiki laughed. "Aa, but Ranma you weren't a real girl then.
Looks like the curse did more than just shield your mind. Come to
think of it, did you use to get erect nipples before."
"Nope never."
"Well there you are. If your nipples did not get hard, then they
would not have been nearly as badly irritated as they are now by all
the bouncing around you used to do."
As Nabiki was talking Akane developed a guilty look. While the
bouncing around Ranma had been doing might have irritated her breasts,
Akane had a feeling the way he had mauled them the night before might
have even more to do with there present state. Then an angry frown
crossed his face, as another thought occurred to him. It was doubtful
that Ryouga had been any more gentle than he had been. To think, that
he had thought Ryouga was a nice guy. No matter what Ranma said,
potion or no potion, there was no excuse for what Ryouga had done, and
Akane intended to make him very aware of that fact the next time he
came around. Her attention was brought back to the conversation at
hand when Nabiki asked Ranma a question.
"Well you know what that means don't you?"
Ranma looked at Nabiki, a puzzled frown on her face. "No.
What?"
Nabiki grinned at Ranma. "Happosai is about to get his fondest
wish." Ranma looked at Nabiki warily. She definitely did not like
that smile.

"No, no, no, never!! I am not going to wear a bra!! No way, in
hell am I going to give the old freak the satisfaction." Nabiki and
Akane had been listening to the same spiel for three blocks now, and
it was beginning to grate on their nerves.
"All right, all right, you don't have to get a bra!!" Nabiki
finally said in exasperation. "Akane, isn't there some sort of
athletic supporter for girls? You know what I mean, for when your
doing athletic stuff."
Akane looked at her in puzzlement, "You mean a sports-"
"Supporter, that's it, thanks. Will you at least wear a sports
supporter Ranma? After all, you used to wear a cup when you were a
guy."
Ranma looked obstinate, but then a twinge in her breast reminded
her of what had started this in the first place. "All right, I'll
wear a breast supporter, but I ain't going to wear no bra, so don't
try and slip something over on me."
"Moi, I would never dream of it...Aa here we are." Nabiki came to
a halt in front of a ladies wear store.
"I don't know Nabiki, this looks awfully expensive. Can we
afford this?" Akane said.
"Don't worry about it. I know the head sales clerk here. I'm
sure I can convince her to give me an employee discount. Plus, Aunty
Satome left me her bank card. I'm sure she would approve a new
wardrobe for Ranma, given the circumstances. What?" the last was said
in response to the looks the other two were giving her.
"Mom, left you...!!"
"Her bank card?" Akane finished Ranma's sentence. Nabiki flushed
in annoyance.
"Unlike _some_people, Aunty knows I can be trusted to manage her
money." They looked at her with extreme scepticism. Nabiki scowled
back at them, then snapped, "Akane, wait here, I'll get Ranma sorted
out with the salesclerk and then you and I'll go to this menswear
store I know."
"What? I wanted to go in with Ranma." Akane exclaimed, he had
been looking forward to watching Ranma trying on ladies clothing, and
just not for the humourous possibility. He had been imagining Ranma
in something lacy and frilly for the last three blocks.
"Get real Akane!" Nabiki snorted, "have you looked at yourself
lately?"
"What's wrong with the way I look?" Akane asked, turning to look
at his reflection in the store window. He went brick red when he saw
himself. He had forgotten he was wearing Genma's old Gi. In addition
to the ratty appearance of his clothing his hair was suffering as a
result of several soakings in the last few hours. It was knotted and
tangled into an unsightly mess. In short he looked like the sort of
person girls would normally cross the street to avoid. "Nabiki, why
didn't you tell me?" He said in a horrified voice. I'll die if any of
my friends from school see me like this."
"Somehow, I don't think that will be a problem." Nabiki said with
a sardonic grin. "Their more likely to turn around and go the other
way if they see you right now. Come on Ranma, the sooner I get you
started. The sooner I can get Akane over to my other friend."

"So what do you think Kiko?" Nabiki asked the pretty, well
dressed sales girl she was talking to. The two of them were standing
by the cash register, looking over at Ranma who was standing in the
middle of the store. Ranma was standing unnaturally still, trying not
to touch any of the frilly things that surrounded her on all sides.
"She's quite the little barbarian, isn't she. You say she's
never worn a bra in her life?"
"Never, her father is a little strange, keeps saying she's a
boy."
Kiko raised an delicately shaped eyebrow. "With that figure?
I'd say strange is the least of his problem. Has he had his eyes
checked lately? She is certainly very...healthy." Kiko was starting
to stare at Ranma with more than casual interest.
Got..cha, Nabiki thought. "Sure is, and she's going to need the
works." Nabiki put on her business face. "So what's it worth to you."
Then she frowned, Kiko was not listening to her, she was instead
staring intently at Ranma. Nabiki followed her gaze and grinned.
Thank you Kami-sama, she said to herself. Ranma had grown bored, and
was gently bouncing up and down on her toes, looking impatiently at
Nabiki. Her gentle bouncing was doing interesting things to her
chest. Nabiki could practically see Kiko eyes bobbing up and down in
rhythm with Ranma's breasts. Smiling like a shark Nabiki moved in for
the kill.

"Goku!! Goku!!" As Nabiki left the store she stared in surprise
at the small group of children surrounding Akane. Akane's expression
was a combination of pleasure and embarrassment. Pleasure at the
presence of the children, embarrassment at the attention they were
drawing to him. Even as Nabiki watched two mothers appeared and
hustled their children away from this strange man.
Akane looked wistfully after them, he had always liked children.
A pensive look crossed his mind, and he wondered if he would ever be
able to have children of his own now.
"Earth to Akane, you in there anywhere?" Akane looked down to see
Nabiki staring up at him.
"Sorry, my mind was somewhere else. How's Ranma doing?"
"She's in good hands." Nabiki said with a twisted smile. "Your
turn now. Ready to get boyed up?"
Akane sighed. "Do I have any choice?"
"Nope."
"Then I'm ready. You say you know a good place?" A puzzled look
crossed his face. "How? Daddy certainly does not shop anywhere
fancy."
"The head salesclerk is a friend of mine from high school.
Kenichi had a reputation as a snappy dresser even back then. He went
to work in his father's store when he graduated. He'll look after
you."

"Really, never had a proper set of clothes in his life you say?"
Kenichi said.
"That's right, his father was a real fanatic when it came to the
art. I doubt Akira has ever worn anything but a Gi in his whole
life."
Nabiki turned and looked at Kenichi. He was standing next to
her, looking at where Akane was standing on the other side of the
store. Akane was not paying any attention to them. He was busy
looking at a display case of sweat shirts with University logos across
the front. She lowered her voice, and said, "frankly, I don't think
he even has any underwear. You know these martial artist. They like
to live life in the rough."
"Really," Kenichi said in a breathless voice, his eyes roving
over Akane's massive form.
Nabiki, grinned her shark grin again. "Now, shall we talk
finders fees, dear boy."

"I'm not sure about this Nabiki." Ranma said, running her finger
through her hair. "I've sort of gotten use to my hair like this."
"Look Ranma, there are four things that people remember about
you. Your clothes are one, and we've taken care of that." Nabiki
gestured at the yellow dress Ranma was wearing. Ranma looked
embarrassed at being reminded of it. It was a lot different than
dressing up to fool Ryouga. This would not be any short term
disguise. Nabiki went on with her list. "Your hair is another. That
red hair and your pigtail make you stand out. We change that and
you'll blend right in with all the other girls at school."
Ranma grimaced, she rather liked standing out in a crowd. Then a
thought occurred to her. "What are the other two things?"
"What?"
"You said there were four things that made me stand out. What's
the other two things?"
Nabiki looked at her in surprise, then she patted Ranma on the
cheek. "You're so Kawai," she said in a saccharin voice. "Let's go
get your hair done shall we." Ranma followed her into the hairdresser,
a puzzled look on her face.

"Nabiki, are you sure about this." Akane ran his hand through his
hair.
"Have to do it, I'm afraid. That style just does not go with
that body. Don't worry, we'll get something that will look good in
either form. Something like Ukyou's only a little shorter." Akane
reluctantly followed his sister into the Hairdressers.

"Where is that Baka? She should have been here twenty minutes
ago." Akane was fuming. He and Nabiki had been sitting in the ice
cream parlor for fifteen minutes waiting for Ranma. This was the
agreed upon meeting place, and with the lure of food there was no way
Ranma should have been late.
Nabiki just smiled around her straw, and concentrated on her
soda.
A waiter carried a parfait to the table next to theirs.
"Here you go, on the house. I hate to see a such a cute girl
sitting here all alone, and looking so hungry." Akane snorted at the
blatant pick up line. Then she stiffened in shock as the girl
answered.
"Gee thanks mister, your so sweet." She said in a voice that
_had_ to be a put on.
Akane slowly turned in her chair and stared at the black haired
girl in the yellow dress. The girl winked at her and then ate the
parfait in a blur of motion. Putting the glass down she said. "Shall
we head for home." Her voice was practically bubbling with suppressed
laughter. Akane could only stare at her retreating back in shock, as
she walked out of the restaurant..

Nabiki walked down the street, counting a small sheaf of yen
notes. It had been a good day. Nabiki would never dream of skimming
from either Nodoka or her family's account, but if her friends wanted
to give her a little reward for steering business their way, where was
the harm.It was not as if they had not done a first rate job with
Akane and Ranma.
Akane was now dressed in a large white pullover with Nekoma Tech
Auto Club emblazoned across the front of it. It was tucked into a
pair of brown pants that flattered his build. Unlike Ranma, Akane did
not have the option of wearing oversized clothing. Anything that fit
his male form would be like a tent in her female form. As a result he
had made no effort to get something that would look good on her female
form. His hair had been cut and styled and was now drawn back into a
short pony tail. It gave him a rakish appearance that many of the
ladies they were passing felt was quite striking. That is, if the way
they turned to watch him walking away was any indication. Of course
they did not seem to be looking at his hair, but who could really
tell.
Ranma was dressed in a plain yellow frock. Her breasts were
minimized and contained by a firm sports bra. Without her breast
bouncing freely she was not drawing anywhere near the attention she
usually did walking down the street.
She still attracted a fair amount however. It was just that
fewer of the boys looking at her were actively drooling. That was not
the biggest change however. The biggest change was her hair. It was
no longer in a pig tail. Instead it was combed out and pulled back in
a pony tail that hung half way down her back, and it was dyed black.
The difference the altered hair color made in her appearance was
extreme. Even Nabiki had only recognized her in the ice cream parlor
because she had seen Ranma in the yellow dress before she had left her
at the hairdresser.
Right now, however, the two gender shifters were not concerned
about their altered appearance. Instead they were grumbling about the
trouble involved in buying clothing in their new forms.
"It was ridiculous," Ranma was saying. "The salesgirl must have
spent a half hour measuring and feeling my breasts before she was able
to bring me the right size. How do you girls put up with some strange
woman fondling you like that." Her annoyance was increased by the fact
that she had found herself becoming quite aroused by the handling.
She had found her reaction quite worrying. She had better control as
a boy then she now had, She had never used to have trouble controlling
her body. Even Shampoo's glomping had not effected her that strongly.
She wondered if it was the damage to her Ki that was responsible.
That raised a whole other worry. If her Ki was still damaged, what
about her curse? Just how long was she going to be stuck like this?

Akane was not really paying attention to Ranma's beef. Instead
he was just waiting for her to stop talking so he could air his own
complaint. "It was the most embarrassing moment of my life. I
thought I'd die when the salesman said he had to see how big I got so
he could size the pants properly."
Suddenly what the other had said registered on both of them.
They turned and looked at each other. "What," they both exclaimed. A
second later a shout of, "NABIKI!!" rang out through the street.

Nabiki just chuckled and went back to counting the yen Kiko and
Kenichi had given her for the privilege of serving her naive country
cousins.
Still laughing to herself Nabiki turned off the street and walked
through the gate into the front yard of the house. She skidded to a
stop and was almost run down by Ranma and Akane who were right behind
her.
"Hey careful! I almost dropped my new dress..." Ranma trailed
off as she noticed who was standing in the yard.
"Hello Nabiki, are these friends of yours?" Nodoka said, smiling
at Onna-Ranma and Akane-kun.
Nabiki was momentarily speechless, and before she could say
anything Ranma stepped up.
"It's me mom, Ranma." She was pale, but her face had a determined
cast to it. She looked her mother straight in the eye, and waited for
her reaction.
"Ranma?" Nodoka said, she looked at Ranma in disbelief. Her eyes
glanced towards Akane-kun, who had moved up behind Ranma, and was
hovering protectively behind the small girl, a look of fear on his
face. Paling she said, "I see. Is there something you wish to tell
me?"
Before Ranma could answer Genma roared out in rage. "BOY!! What
do you think you're doing!? I can't believe my own flesh and blood
could be so cruel. How can you parade your perversity in front of
your poor mother like this?" Genma fell to his knees and lifted his
hands to the heavens in supplication. "O woe is me. After all my
years of diligent instruction. All my years of suffering and self
denial to make a man among men of you, and this is how you repay me.
All that time wasted. O was there ever a man more harshly done by
than me." All the while he was ranting, Genma was looking at Nodoka
out of the corner of his eye, trying to judge her reaction. He could
discern nothing from her expression however. Her face looked like it
was carved from marble.
Ranma had heard enough, She had wanted to remain calm, to explain
things to her mother, but old habits die hard. "Self Denial?" She
said incredulously. "Diligent!? Old man the only thing you were
diligent at was in_ not_ denying yourself." She started towards her
wailing father, murder in her eyes.
"Ranma," Nodoka said in a strained voice. Ranma stopped as if
her mother's word had been a slap. Or one of Akane's mallets. She
turned and faced her mother, and flinched back at the pain in her
face.

Nabiki had been enjoying the misunderstanding, but decided it was
time to speak up. Before she could voice an explanation however,
something intervened.
"Nabiki!! How could you help Ranma betray your sister this way?"
Soun sobbed as he draped himself over her shoulder and proceeded to
soak her new sweater with his tears. By the time Nabiki could free
herself from her fathers grasp Nodoka and Ranma had entered the house,
closely followed by Akane-kun. Nabiki sighed, looks like she was too
late. Then she smiled, thinking, looks like the fun will last a
little while longer. She was not really worried, the truth would come
out soon.

Nodoka had listened as Ranma had given her a G rated version of
the last twenty four hours. Ranma had to repeat herself several
times. Nodoka's attention kept drifting. She could not seem to take
her eyes off of Akane. All through Ranma's explanation she kept
glancing at Akane, a sick fascination in her eyes. When Ranma at last
finished she sat there, looking down at her hands that were clenched
together on the table top.
"So you're trapped in your female form, and you now have female
feelings that you did not seem to have before." She lifted pain filled
eyes, and looked at Ranma. "Is that why your friend is here?"
"My friend?" Ranma said in puzzlement. Then she followed her
mothers gaze, and saw she was looking at Akane. Suddenly Ranma
realized that everyone had been so concerned with Nodoka's reaction to
her, that they had not even thought of mentioning Akane's condition.
Lord knows what everyone was thinking. She felt relief that her
mothers strained looks were not entirely due to her being dressed as a
girl. Suddenly she grinned as a thought came to her. After enduring
a year of being dunking in ice cold water, and having scalding water
dumped over her head to order to .demonstrate the unexplainable, it
was her turn.
"O_My_Friend." Ranma said. Reaching out with one hand he took
Akane's hand in hers. "He's not my friend. He's my fiance." She
stood up and leaned forward to kiss a startled Akane. As she did so
she picked up the tea kettle, and as she leaned forward she dumped the
water over Akane head. Then she pecked her on the cheek and sat back
down, grinning at the reaction she had caused. Genma who had turned
red at Ranma's words was stunned into silence. Nodoka was shocked,
but then her face lit up with relief and happiness. Soun fainted.

Akane was flushed red with embarrassment, and she was more than a
little annoyed at the method Ranma had used. She stood up to express
that annoyance in her usual manner, and her pants and new boxer shorts
slithered to the floor to lay in a heap around her ankles. Only the
fact that her pullover now hung past her knees kept her from dying of
terminal mortification. The glance she directed at Ranma promised
extreme consequences at a later date.
The happiness on Nodoka's face shifted to concern. "Akane-chan,
how did this happen to you? Are you all right?"
Akane was to flustered to answer, and Nabiki elected to supply
the explanation. "Aunty, it was this way. When we found out about
Ranma's condition we tried to use some Instant Nanniichuan to restore
her to her male form."
"Instant Nanniichuan?" Nodoka asked in a puzzled voice. "If you
had something like that, why did you not use it on my son a long time
ago?"
"We did, but it is only a temporary cure. I had some left over
from that attempt. We figured that even a temporary cure was better
than nothing, but for some reason Ranma's body repelled the water and
it splashed Akane. I think it must have been the potion, but I don't
really know."
"I see." Nodoka said, then her face lit up. "So Akane-chan is
only temporarily cursed then."
Nabiki looked sheepish. "Not exactly, the powder should have
stopped affecting her a long time ago. Afterwards I found a letter of
instruction that said the effects could vary. So we have no idea when
it will wear off."
"My poor baby," Soun sobbed. Recovered from his faint he
gathered Akane up in a hug. In the process he lifted her completely
out of her pants and boxers. "Now how will are families ever be
joined? Ranma is a girl! And my poor baby is cursed to
turn...into...a...man?" Soun wailing ground to a halt, and he let
Akane go, a look of bemusement on his face. Almost in a trance he
picked up a glass of water and dumped it over Akane. Who immediately
grew into his full masculine stature. Nodoka flushed and adverted her
eyes, while Akane desperately tried to yank his pullover low enough to
cover himself.
"Dad!!" He said in an angry voice. Soun ignored him. Instead
his gaze moved from Onna-Ranma to Akane and back again. Suddenly he
laughed.
"Well then there's no problem. Ranma is a girl and Akane is a
boy. Our families can still be joined. O happy day." Everyone face
faulted.
Genma was on his feet almost instantly, leaping across the table
he placed Soun in a head lock. Knuckling the trapped mans head with
his free hand he hissed in his ear. "Are you _trying_ to get me
killed." Aloud he shouted. "No!! Never!! My son is a man among
men!! He would never agree to such a thing! We are just going to
have to wait until they are restored to their normal condition!!" As
he spoke he kept and eye on Nodoka, once again trying to judge her
reaction.
Nodoka ignored the two older men and instead said. "Ranma, could
I talk to you in my room please."

Ranma looked nervously at her mother as she closed the door
behind her. She had been dreading this. Why had she ever let Nabiki
talk her into posing as a real girl.
Nodoka spoke. "Ranma, when I learned two months ago that you had
been Ranko all that time I was terribly hurt. Over time, however, I
came to realize that thanks to your father you had every reason to
fear my discovery of your secret. I don't want you to ever fear me
again." Waving her hand at Ranma's body she continued. "This does not
matter. I wanted you to be a manly man...but if the fates decree you
must be a woman, I don't want you to think I will love you any less.
I will be as proud to call you daughter as I was to call you son."
Ranma heaved a sigh of relief. Her stomach had been knotted ever
since she had seen Nodoka standing in the yard. "Thanks mom, that
means a lot," She said. Nodoka held out her arms and Ranma stepped
into her embrace. For a minute they stood there hugging each other,
tears streaming down their faces. After a minute Nodoka broke the
hug.
Wiping tears from her eyes she said. "Now, on to other matters."
Her expression suddenly grew fierce, and Ranma felt a shiver of
apprehension. "Your father did not do a good job of teaching you
manners, but you were his son, and it was not my place to interfere.
Now, however, as long as you are trapped like this you are my
daughter, and I expect you to bring honor to the Saotome name."
"Aa about that" Ranma said.

"Nabiki!?" Nabiki looked up to see Nodoka walking towards her. A
frown on her face. "What is this Ranma tells me about her being Ranko
Tendo?" Why can she not be Ranko Saotome?"
Nabiki had been expecting this. "It is very simple. The plan is
for Ranma and Akane to pose as brother and sister, cousins of ours
from the mountains. They are staying with us while Akane and Ranma
stay with their family. No one will think it strange that Akane and
Ranma wanted to escape the chaos of Nerima. But even if Ranma looks
different, if she shows up with the same family name the other
students will give her more attention then her disguise can handle.
The other thing is that if Akane Tendo and Ranma Satome disappear and
Akira Tendo and Ranko Satome appear, more than one person will become
suspicious."
Nodoka nodded her head. "I see, very well just so long as it is
temporary." She turned and smiled at Ranma, who had followed her into
the room. "Come dear, there are some things a mother needs to tell
her daughter." Ranma followed her out of the room a look of dread on
her face.

Nabiki smiled in satisfaction. Her income from Akane and Ranma
photos had dropped considerably. Everyone had accepted that the two
of them were a couple, and the only person buying pictures anymore was
Kuno.
Even the sale of Hentai pictures of Onna-Ranma had dropped off
considerably since that incident in the change room. Nabiki shook her
head at the stupidity of some people. Imagine, thinking that changing
Ranma into a female would make her easy prey. Well, the five students
that had tried it had been quickly shown the error of their ways.
They had been absent for three weeks before they had healed enough to
return to school. Which was far too easy a penalty in Nabiki's mind.
That incident had dropped sales of Hentai Onna-Ranma pictures into the
toilet, and for that they deserved far more than what Ranma had done
to them.
Now however she was about to throw two very attractive minnows
into the shark pool that was Furinkan High's dating pond. As brother
and sister the two of them would be fair game. She could see sales
going through the roof already. By tomorrow she should have the
prints of Ranko and Akira's shopping trip back. She fully expected to
sell out the day after. Now all she had to do was hack into the
school data base and enter the pertinent information.

Nabiki made one final key stroke and pushed herself away from the
computer. It had taken three days, but all the work was done.
Tomorrow Akira and Ranko would make their appearance at Furinkan. She
had already pre-sold fifty information packets on the new arrivals,
and was expecting there actual arrival to prove very profitable. As
she leaned back in her chair, smiling at a job well done, her look
fell on her bed. A frown crossed her face and for just a minute a
shadowy shape seemed to lay on the bed. Then Nabiki shook her head,
banishing ghosts of what was and what might have been. It had been
three days. If Shampoo had been foolish enough to take her up on her
offer she would have been here long since. Face it Nabiki, she said
to herself. She is probably half way to China by now. With out a
male Ranma to hold her here she had nothing to stay for.
Despite her arguments Nabiki's happiness of a few minutes ago did
not return. Glumly she changed into a her nightgown and crawled into
bed. For a long time she lay on her lonely bed, thinking about what
might have been. Her hand slipped below the hem of her panties, but
then she drew it back out and crossed her hands over her chest. She
would not give into the weakness of her body again. Only pain lay in
that direction. Better by far to put all that aside and get back to
what was safe. She closed her eyes and eventually fell into a
restless sleep.

Shampoo sat staring at the two objects sitting on the table in
front of her. One was a tiny vile of golden liquid, one of four that
Ryouga had filled after she had left the restaurant three nights ago.
The other was a bucket of cold water.
Each day her life had fallen into a pattern. Get up, smash
Mousse for sneaking into her bedroom, eat breakfast. Then go and spy
on Nabiki from a safe distance. Come home, smash Mousse, eat dinner,
try water, go to bed, smash Mousse for trying to sneak into her bed.
The same pattern for the last two days. Nabiki had been right, the
potion did affect people. Mousse had never been so bold, or so
lustful. She looked down at the comatose body in the middle of the
floor, and sneered. Nabiki was a better man then he was. She went
back to staring at the bottle of potion and the bucket of water.

Urgant looked down from where he was floating above Mousse's
unconscious body. Pathetic, he thought. He knew from Nendex's memory
that the female was a latent submissive. Even with that advantage
this poor excuse for a man could not capture her.
Urgant's expression altered slightly, to one of speculation. To
be fair to the Amazon, he was suffering from years of indoctrination
by a matriarchal society, but would it continue to hold. Even in the
short time Urgant had been observing him, his conditioning had started
to fray. The Amazon would never have dared been so forward towards a
female two days before. This offered possibilities.
Urgant would not be able to shunt Mousse's personality aside for
several weeks yet. If he tried too soon he risked failure, or worse,
having to share the body and mind with this human. He would have to
be patient, unlike those fools back in the temple. At the thought of
his former cell mates, Urgant's non-existent teeth ground together.
Those fools, if only they had been patient. They might all have been
free. Now he was alone and it would be weeks before he could once
again steer his own destiny. His attention turned back to Mousse.
Now, if this one were to overcome his background, then Urgant might at
least look forward to some entertainment while he was waiting. If
only he dared to try a little control, but he did not. This was his
last chance at freedom. He could not risk jeopardizing it. Opening a
channel to the Amazon would leave him exposed and vulnerable. No, the
best thing he could do, was to be patient and hope the Duffus would
provide some entertainment on his own.
At that moment Mousse woke from his nap, and immediately glomped
Shampoo, who promptly smashed him into the floor. Without even
looking at him.
Urgant sighed. On the other hand, it could be a very boring few
weeks.

Shampoo sighed, life had been so simple before. She had chased
Ranma, confident that he would eventually realize how perfect she was
for him. Now everything was changed. Ranma was lost to her, and with
that lose her life as an Amazon was ended. The only possible
redemption was out of the question. She had been through to much with
Ranma, killing her was not something she was prepared to consider.
So, she was now a non person, a girl without a tribe. If she were to
return to the village she would be little better than a slave. All
those who had resented her would take great pleasure in humiliating
and degrading her.
No!! She could not go back. She had shamed her family name as
it was. To go back and drag that name through the mud even more was
unthinkable. Besides if she was to be slave, could she not at least
pick the one who would be her master. Once again her mind looked back
to that night, and the pleasure she had felt. She did not know why,
but the mere thought of Nabiki sent a warm feeling of comfort and
pleasure through her body. Besides the memory of that pleasure,
another image filled her mind. Nabiki screaming defiance at whatever
had been controlling them, and then firing off that Ki blast. That
had been impressive. Nabiki might not be a fighter, but she had
proven herself a warrior at that point to Shampoo.
Mind made up she reached for the bucket of water. Then as she
had done each night for the last three nights she lifted it over her
head and prepared to dump it. The last two nights nothing had
happened, the potion was still active, still preventing the change.
Would this night be any different. For a minute she looked at the
small golden bottle hesitating. Then her expression firmed and she
dumped the water over her head.

For what seemed like hours Regant had searched for Ryouga, to no
avail. He had widened his search to the limit of his resources and
found nothing. He had managed to find another three faint Shikima
signatures. One some distant away, and most puzzling, two quite near
the original pair. It was curious he had not noticed them earlier,
but like the other ones near Ranma they were natural and of no use to
him. Finally running low on energy Regant gave up looking for Ryouga,
he turned back towards Shampoo's energy source. Better female than
dead he supposed.
It wasn't there!! He looked frantically. It had to be there.
Even if she had died the energy would still be there after such a
short time...Time, No!! He could not have been so foolish!! Regant
synchronized with one of the other energy sources. One of the ones
near Ranma. One of the natural sources. He could not channel his
spirit into them, but he could check his temporal status.
NO!!! He had!! The energy he tapped was racing through time in
relation to him. Like a drowning man who did not know up from down,
he had become disassociated from the time stream. What he had thought
had been hours, had been three days in the mortal plane. He was
trapped, he had no body to leap into, and his energy was dropping.
Regant looked over his options. He had no choice, the only hope
he had for survival was to continue on as he had been, and hope
someone he could link to would become available before his reserves of
energy ran out. He slowed all unnecessary functions and settled down
to do the only thing he could, wait.

Nabiki tossed in her sleep, her mind lost in a dark dream.
Images flashed through her mind, Ranma and Akane, then they became
Akira and Ranko. Their image shifted, and now it was of the two of
them making love. Hard flesh slid into soft wet flesh, the two of
them writhing on a bed, faces twisted in ecstasy. The figures shifted
again, became two other people. Nabiki groaned in her sleep, and a
close listener might discern that it was a groan of repressed lust
rather then one of distress.

"Crawl, you bitch. Crawl to your mistress!" Shampoo, her hands
tied behind her back and her legs bound together, wormed her way
across the floor to where Nabiki sat, slowly rocking back and forth in
her office chair. Every now and then Shampoo winced as her long
flowing hair was caught between the floor and her body. When that
happened, she would be forced to laboriously roll from side to side,
flipping her head to remove her hair from its entanglement.
Nabiki sat and watched her efforts with a sardonic smile on her
face. She was dressed appropriately for her role, in that she was
wearing a black leather corset that looked like it had been painted
onto her body. It framed and lifted her breasts, but did nothing to
hide their creamy, strawberry tipped fullness. Black boots hugged her
lower legs like a second skin. Those boots and the studded collar
around her neck were the only thing other than the corset she was
wearing. She lounged back in the chair, one leg crossed over the
other.
Slowly she stroked a leather ridding crop up and down her crossed
leg, and watched with cold eyes as the naked Amazon made her way
across the floor toward her.
Finally Shampoo made it to Nabiki. Uncrossing her legs, Nabiki
placed the toe of her boot under Shampoo's chin, and lifted, forcing
the bound girl to raise her head until Nabiki could look into her
eyes. Nabiki scowled at the bound girl. "You certainly took your
time! Didn't you slut!?" She snapped out, then in softer, but no less
threatening tones, she continued. "One would think you were not eager
to serve your mistress. Did you perhaps have other things to do?
Were you prowling some alley? Perhaps you were looking for some
battle scarred Tom cats you could lift your tale for, was that it,
Hmm?"
Suddenly the figure on the floor was no longer a human girl.
Instead a half cat, half human morph knelt at Nabiki's feet, bindings
no longer restricting her limbs. Her fur a rich cream color with pink
highlights. Her tale twitched back and forth as she gazed up at her
mistress. Eyes' full of love, and limpid with passion.
Nabiki spread her legs, and reached down with her hands. She
slowly ran a finger up and down her exposed, sex. Then she took her
finger and wiped the glistening digit across the cat girls pursed
lips. Shampoo-neko's tongue curled out of her mouth, stretching to an
impossible length, and licked the finger clean. Nabiki brought her
hand back to her hot, wet, pussy, and placed a finger on either side
of her damp sex. Spreading her lower lips, she revealing the
glistening pink, flesh inside. Her voice hoarse with suppressed
passion, Nabiki said "Is this what you want pretty kitty? Does little
kitty want some cream?"
The cat woman did not answer with her voice. Instead lifting her
hands she lay them gently on Nabiki's upper thighs, and pressed
outwards, spreading the black clad legs even farther apart then they
already were. When they were spread as wide as need be, she lowered
her head and began to lick. Nabiki threw back her head and groaned at
the sensation of that long supple cat tongue delicately licking the
honey from her slit.

AAHHHhhh, Nabiki groaned as pleasure washed over her body. Her
hands tangled in the sheets and she bucked her hips violently. After
a few more spasms her body relaxed and she lay there panting. Boy,
that was a hell of a dream, Nabiki thought to herself. Then something
brushed her leg, and her mind froze. Looking down between her legs
she spotted a small furred body.

It is possible that Nabiki's sister, Kasumi might not react
violently to this situation. Nabiki however reacted in a fashion more
in keeping with the rest of the world.
AAAAAHHHHHH!!! She screamed and thrashed her legs furiously.
The small furry animal between her legs was tossed from its position,
and flew across the room. There was a startled "MEW," and then a
thump as it impacted with the wall.
"Mew," Nabiki said to herself, her fright rapidly fading.
Reaching over she clicked on the light that sat on her bedside table.
Sitting on the floor, looking at her reproachfully was a cream-colored
cat with pink highlights.
Nabiki's heart leapt when she saw the feline, but then her brain
got in the act, and stifled that surge of emotion. "Shampoo!?" she
said incredulously, "What the hell are you doing here?" Then memory
flooded back and she remembered. "Don't come back until I can hold
you in my lap and scratch your ears." No! It wasn't possible. It
had been the potion that had made Shampoo act that way. She could not
have actually come back for that reason now that it had worn off.
Could she? No!! Not after what Nabiki had said to her.
A breeze from the open window wafted through the room, and
swirled around Nabiki's body. As it brushed over her sweat soaked
body she shivered as the moving air chilled her. Then she became
aware of a deeper, more intimate chill. Reaching down she felt
dampness, and the ragged edge of her torn panties. Shampoo's claws
and teeth had shredded them nicely.
The dream! ...Was obviously not all a dream. She stared in shock
at the cat sitting on the floor of her room. Her eyes narrowed as she
took in the smug look on the feline face.
"You know where the furo is Shampoo, I suggest you go and use
it!" she said in a flat voice. "I can see we have some things to
discuss." The cat nodded at her, and then lightly leapt to the window
ledge and disappeared into the darkness.

Five minutes later the door to Nabiki's room slid open and
Shampoo slipped silently into the room, her naked body glistening with
moisture. In one hand she held a bucket of water.
"Getting a little ahead of ourselves, are we not." A sardonic
voice said.
Shampoo turned from where she had been facing the bed, the start
of a puzzled look on her face. As she heard the voice, the expression
on her face shifted to one of happiness. She looked across the room
to where a naked Nabiki was sitting on her office chair, a small towel
under her shapely rear. Nabiki sat looking at Shampoo with a twisted
smile on her face, she was idly twirling a tattered piece of fabric
around the index finger of her left hand.
Shampoo gushed enthusiastically as soon as she saw Nabiki.
"Shampoo bring water for Instant Nanniichuan. Nabiki and Shampoo make
love now? Yes!"
"Love?" Nabiki raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. She got up
from her chair and walked toward Shampoo, still twirling the small
piece of fabric. "I believe I told you not to get romantic ideas
about me! I believe the words I used were, if you come back, I'll own
you . . . and I'll use you." Nabiki was now right in front of Shampoo,
who was staring at her like a mouse cornered by a snake. Nabiki
lifted a hand, and extending a finger touched Shampoo's belly. She
slowly ran a long finger nail up Shampoo's body. Moving it between
her breasts and up her neck, it left a streak of white behind, that
quickly disappeared as Shampoo's upper torso flushed red. Reaching
her chin, Nabiki pressed a little harder and forced the Amazon to lift
her head.
A sudden breeze from the window ruffled Nabiki's hair. As the
breeze passed her and reached Shampoo, the amazon shivered as it dried
the water on her skin. However, at the same time she felt a sudden
heat fill her and swayed slightly toward Nabiki.
Removing her finger from beneath Shampoo's chin, Nabiki turned
away from her. "I also mentioned some other things as well. I
believe . . . I instructed you not to touch me unless I gave
permission." Nabiki recited in a matter of fact way.
Shampoo was not really listening to Nabiki's words, instead she
found her eyes were following ever motion Nabiki made. She stared at
the rhythmic swaying of Nabiki's hips as she walked away from her, at
the play of muscles in her sleek back. All the while Nabiki kept
talking, slowly, precisely, calmly. Nabiki's steady even voice was
soothing, and Shampoo found herself becoming mesmerized as it washed
over her, the meaning of the words not really mattering. Like a cat
being calmed by a steady relaxed voice, she just stood there and let
Nabiki's voice caress her. It was the tone and cadence, rather than
the content she was listening to. So when Nabiki's pacing brought her
back in front of Shampoo, she was totally unprepared for the hand that
lashed out and slapped her face.

Like a striking snake, Shampoo's hand snatched out and caught
Nabiki's wrist. The knuckles on her fingers turning white from the
pressure of her grip. The flesh of Nabiki's arm was crushed by the
force Shampoo exerted, but Nabiki made not a whisper of sound. She
stared Shampoo straight in the face, her eyes never wavering. Nor did
they flinch when Shampoo's other hand raised and positioned for a
strike that could crush her skull. Instead, she said.
"Why are you here Shampoo?"
For a minute Shampoo stared into those deep brown eyes, her body
trembling with the need to strike. Then under that knowing gaze her
own eyes dropped and she released Nabiki's arm. Nabiki cradled her
wrist in her other hand and massaged the vivid white splotch where
Shampoo's grip had squeezed the blood out of the flesh.
"Shampoo not no why she come."
"Really?" Nabiki said. Releasing her sore arm, she once again
placed her hand on Shampoo's belly. But this time she did not stroke
up. Instead she stroked down, until she cupped Shampoo's mound in her
hand. Then moving the hand back and forth she let her forefinger slip
into Shampoo's wet sex.
With a gasp, Shampoo arched her back and thrust her pelvis at
Nabiki's probing finger, but it was gone. Nabiki pulled her hand away
and left Shampoo thrusting at empty air. Instead Nabiki ran her hand
back up Shampoo's belly, her long fingernails leaving vivid white
traces to mark their passage.
"Why are you here Shampoo?" Nabiki repeated.
"Shampoo here . . . " Sweat beaded on the Amazon skin, replacing
the moisture that had been evaporated from her skin. Once again a
breeze ruffled Nabiki's hair before brushing past Shampoo's body. The
Amazon shivered, and a million thoughts ran through her mind. She had
no idea how to put what she felt, what she needed, into words. Even
her native Chinese did not have the words for what she wanted . . .
what she needed. At last she said. "Shampoo here . . . because . . .
Nabiki make Shampoo feel good." It was a poor way to express the
churning need she felt, but it was the best she could do.
"There, was that so hard?" Nabiki said, her calm voice belying
the racing of her heart. Turning her back on Shampoo she swallowed,
and took a moment to calm herself. Once she had her emotions in check
she turned back to face the Amazon who was now staring at the floor.
"Look at me!!!" She snapped out. Shampoo started and raised her eyes
to look at Nabiki. "That's better, I don't like it when people won't
look me in the eye . . . Makes me think they have something to hide."
Nabiki held up the small bit of cloth she had been twirling on
her finger earlier. "Do you know what this is?"
Shampoo looked puzzled, and shook her head no.
"This, my dear Shampoo, 'was' the bottom of a forty two hundred
yen set of matching lingerie." Nabiki stretched the fabric between
both her hands and revealed them to be the remains of the panties she
had been wearing earlier. "It is now scrap." Nabiki strolled around
Shampoo looking her lithe body up and down. "My, you don't seem to
have any cash on you." She reached out and stroked a hand over
Shampoo's ass. "I wonder how you can pay for it." She slid a finger
over one of Shampoo's cheeks until it reached the deep cleft between
them. Then she moved in closer until she was pressed tightly against
Shampoo, nothing between their bodies but Shampoo's silky hair. She
ran her finger up and down the cleft in Shampoo's ass, and whispered
in her ear. "Do you have any suggestions?"
Shampoo swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. The feeling of
Nabiki's breasts pressing into her back were stirring feelings she had
never expected to feel at the touch of another female. "Shampoo bring
water, Nabiki use Instan . . . "
>SLAP< Shampoo jolted slightly as Nabiki's caressing hand drew
back and swatted her muscular backside. It was a light blow, hardly
more than a tap, but it resonated through Shampoo's body, causing her
to quiver, as tremblers of pleasure shivered through her body.
"You will not mention that again!!" Nabiki hissed in her ear.
"That is for good little kittens! You have been a very bad kitty!
You touched without permission, and you damaged my personal property!
O yes, you have been a very bad kitty indeed!"
Nabiki stepped back from Shampoo, and again walking around her,
when she was in front of her she looked Shampoo in the eye, and said,
"And what do you think I should do to you?"

Shampoo was sweating. This was not going the way she had
planned. She had been so pleased when she had managed to bring Nabiki
to a climax earlier. She had been sure that Nabiki would make her
feel wonderful in return. She had not expected this cold and
sarcastic person. She looked at the girl in front of her. Nabiki had
little in the way of muscle under that baby fat. Shampoo 'knew'
Nabiki had little skill in fighting. Shampoo could crush her with a
single blow, but the thought filled her with a cold emptiness. Yes
she could destroy Nabiki, but it would cost her.
Suddenly Nabiki hand grasped her chin and twisted Shampoo's head
so she was looking Shampoo straight in the eye. "I asked you a
question!!" Nabiki said in an ice cold voice, a voice that sent a wave
of heat rushing through Shampoo's body. Shampoo slumped, as if that
heat had melted some of the iron in her, and mumbled something.
"What was that? Did you say something? I don't think I caught
that!" Nabiki said.
"Punish Shampoo," Shampoo said in a tremulous voice.
"Punish? What a novel idea, but however could I do that?" Nabiki
brought her hand to her chin in a mocking pose of deep thought. As
she did so, she seemed to become aware of the tattered panties in her
hand. "O dear, I really must dispose of these." Nabiki looked around
for somewhere to toss the torn undergarment. As she looked, she
balled them up in her hand and raised her arm, in preparation of
throwing them into the first trash can she saw. She made a complete
turn, and was left with the panties still in her hand. She looked at
Shampoo, a bemused smile on her face, a direct copy of Kasumi's as a
matter of fact. "O dear, I don't seem to have anywhere to put them."
She looked at Shampoo, a speculative look on her face. Then her smile
widened, Kasumi finding an extra mouth at the dinner table, Nabiki
said. "Open your mouth would you kitty."
Shampoo was hesitant but those brown eyes bore into hers, and she
complied, but just barely. She opened her mouth slightly, just
parting her lips.
Nabiki frowned, "Open your mouth!!" She ordered, all mockery gone
from her voice. Shampoo opened wide, and Nabiki reached over and
popped the torn and soiled panties into her open mouth. Then putting
a hand on the bottom of Shampoo's chin, she lifted. "You can close
your mouth now kitten." When Shampoo did so, there were still little
strands of fabric sticking out from between her lips. Nabiki raised a
hand, and with her forefinger pushed the shards in, one at a time,
until there was no sign of the panties remaining.
Nabiki smiled at her. "Very good, you just hold that until I
find somewhere else to put it." Turning her back on Shampoo she went
over to a dresser and opened a drawer. Reaching in, she pulled out
several items. Walking back over to Shampoo she handed her two pairs
of thigh and ankle cuffs. "I believe you know where these go. Put
them on!" Nabiki snapped out the last bit. For a minute Shampoo stood
there holding the leather straps, hesitating, then she bent over and
started to put them on.
"What a good kitty," Nabiki practically purred. She reached down
and patted the top of Shampoo's head. Shampoo felt a wash of pleasure
at that touch and she lifted slightly, pressing her head against that
stroking hand. The hand moved down and scratched Shampoo behind the
ear, and again Shampoo rubbed her head against the pleasure giving
fingers. Then Nabiki withdrew her hand. "You're very slow, a little
faster please, I need my sleep." Shampoo complied and soon the straps
were firmly in place.
"Stand up please." As Shampoo obeyed, Nabiki went back to the
dresser and withdrew a heavy leather belt. "Hands to the front!!"
Nabiki snapped when Shampoo reflexively placed her hands over her ass.
Slowly Shampoo complied, all the while looking at the heavy leather
strap in Nabiki's hand with wide eyes. Nabiki walked behind her and
as she passed, Shampoo felt another wave of heat. "Eye's front!!"
Nabiki snapped out, as Shampoo swivelled her eyes to watch Nabiki.
Shampoo jerked her head back to the front, and stared straight
ahead. Her sensitive ears could make out the sound of the leather
strap brushing against Nabiki's leg, and could hear Nabiki's footsteps
as she walked closer to Shampoo. Shampoo clenched her buttocks and
waited for the lash to fall. Instead she felt Nabiki's arms reaching
around her, each of her hands holding an end of the belt.

Reaching completely around Shampoo's waist Nabiki pressed herself
tightly against Shampoo's back, and buckled the heavy leather belt in
place. Before she removed her hands Nabiki leaned forward, and
brushing aside the silky hair, kissed the back of Shampoo's neck.
Then she whispered.
"Very good, kitty, very good indeed. You're such a good kitty.
If you keep being a good kitten maybe mommy will give you a treat.
You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Shampoo practically purred in response. Nabiki then took one of
Shampoo's hands and pulled it toward the belt. For the first time
Shampoo noticed that there were heavy leather loops attached to it.
Nabiki slipped Shampoo's hand through the loop and pulled it tight,
fastening her wrist tightly in place. She repeated the operation on
the other arm. When she was finished both of Shampoo's hands were
fastened firmly to the heavy belt.

Nabiki walked in front of Shampoo and stared at her, looking
deeply into her eyes, a slight frown of uncertainty on her face. By
now Shampoo was practically boiling with arousal. As Nabiki stood
there staring at her, Shampoo brought her legs tightly together and
rubbed them against each other. Her juices squeezed out of her hot
sex and ran down her thighs. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted
through the air and into Nabiki's nose. The frown on Nabiki's face
disappeared, and she reached out and pinched one of Shampoo's nipples
between her fingers. Shampoo gasped as a knife blade of pleasure
jolted through her. She leaned forward into Nabiki's grip. Nabiki
retreated, pulling her along with her. In a few steps they reached
her bed.
"Get on the bed . . . on your knees" Nabiki commanded, releasing
Shampoo's nipple. Shampoo lifted one leg and placed it on the bed,
then she did the same with the other. In a minute she was kneeling on
the edge of the bed, her back toward Nabiki.
"Sit back on your heels and then lean forward so your face is on
the covers." Nabiki commanded. Shampoo complied, and was soon curled
up in a ball, face tight against the bed covers, ass high in the air
and just barely hanging over the edge of the bed. Nabiki reached down
and fastened the cuffs on Shampoo's legs together securing her firmly
in place. Then bending over Shampoo's body she gathered Shampoo's
hair up and lay it gently on the bed beside her head, leaving
Shampoo's eyes free of any obstruction.

Shampoo heard Nabiki walk away, and there was the sound of
drawers opening and closing. Then footsteps approached her, and a
second or so later three objects thumped down on the bed a little way
from her face. She looked at them in puzzlement. Two of them were
cylindrical in shape. One was about six inches long and tapered from
a rounded tip to about an inch and a quarter thick for most of its
length. The other was about four inches long, and also had a small
rounded tip, but it flared out rapidly to about an inch and a half
thick and then flared back down to a narrow neck attached to a wide
base. The final object was almost mundane. It was a thin rope of
braided leather with a clip on one end.
Shampoo suddenly forgot about the strange objects. Nabiki had
run one of her fingers along the outside of Shampoo's sex, and Shampoo
forgot everything in the wash of sensation that pulsed through her
body. Shampoo hissed in pleasure and thrust her hips back at Nabiki's
finger. Nabiki pulled her hand back in reaction to Shampoo's
movement, maintaining only the lightest of contact. For the next five
minutes she tormented Shampoo, slowly running her finger around
Shampoo's sex, brushing lightly over her clitoris. Whenever Shampoo's
vagina would start to pulse, she would pull back her finger and wait
until the Amazon had cooled down.
Shampoo twisted and squirmed, and finally started rubbing her
thighs together, in an effort to surmount the last little peak she
needed to feel that rush of fire that had enslaved her three nights
before.
>SLAP< Her hips bucked as Nabiki stopped stroking, and smacked
her upturned ass with her bare hand. "Stop Moving!!" Nabiki
commanded. Shampoo had to fight down the urge to rip herself free of
her bindings and plunge her fingers into her heated sex. Instead she
groaned into the panties stuffed in her mouth and stopped her body's
twisting. "Spread your legs" Nabiki then commanded. Again Shampoo
obeyed, twisting her torso so she could lift one of her bound legs and
set it down a foot and a half away from the other.
Shampoo felt Nabiki's body brush against hers, and she watched as
a hand reached down into her field of vision, and picked up one of the
cylindrical objects, the one with the uniform shape. Once again she
felt hands on her ass and something, not a finger, brushed against her
sex. Then it pulled away. Suddenly, a light buzzing came to her
ears, and it was all she could do to keep from bucking her hips in
reaction as the thing once again made contact with her upturned sex.
Fire ran thru her veins and all the moisture seemed to disappear
from her mouth. Even the panties that had up too now been well soaked
with her spit seemed to be dry. Then she felt the buzzing object
moving at the very opening to her vessel and she moaned low in her
throat as it slowly shoved its way deep into her body. A small
tearing pain shot through her body as it ripped the portion of her
hymen that her training had left intact, and she stoically ignored the
sensation. The pain disappeared almost as quickly it came. Washed
away by the sensation aroused by the object moving in and out of her
vagina. For a minute she could feel it being shuttled in and out of
her fire-filled hole. The sensation of being filled with something
for the very first time added a new dimension to the pleasure shooting
through her body, and then Nabiki stopped moving it, and left it where
it was, plunged deep into her body, vibrating slightly.
The sensation running through her body blinded her to everything
else, so she did not hear Nabiki going over to her desk or hear her
returning. Only when Nabiki's fingers slipped into her wide spread
ass crack did she focus on something beside the object thrust deeply
into her body. Nabiki's fingers were greasy and they played with her
rosebud. She shifted her hips nervously, but stopped when Nabiki's
hand slapped her butt in reaction to her violation of the no move
rule. She ceased her movement, but she could feel Nabiki's thumb
pressing relentlessly against her most private place, and that was
causing her body to shiver despite her efforts at remaining
motionless. Slowly, forcing its way past the ring of muscle
surrounding Shampoo's rosebud, Nabiki's thump pressed inward. Then
with an almost audible pop it overcame her resisting sphincter, and
plunged into her ass. Back and forth Nabiki rocked her hand loosening
and lubricating Shampoo's tightly, clasping, opening.
Shampoo's muscles were trembling with the strain of trying to
obey Nabiki's injunction against moving. Small whimpers of suppressed
passion, mixed with nervous moaning, escaped her mouth, and a thin
sheen of sweat formed on her body. The combined sensation in both her
holes was bringing her close to exploding in release.
Finally Nabiki withdrew her thumb, and Shampoo, whose back had
been arched fiercely all this time slumped in relief. Her relief was
short lived, she watched with wide spread eyes as Nabiki's hand once
more entered her field of vision and picked up the other cylindrical
object. No!! She could not!! Things did not go in there. They came
out. Shampoo surged upwards, only to be pressed down again by a hand
in the small of her back. There was no strength behind that hand.
Just a gentle pressure, but it stopped Shampoo's movement dead despite
that. Nabiki leaned over her body again and whispered in her ear.
"Do you want me to stop kitty? Do you want to go home now?"
Shampoo knew she could break free of her bindings in an instant,
knew that she could overcome Nabiki with no effort. If she did that
. . . then she knew Nabiki would send her home. She could not force
Nabiki to give her the pleasure she wanted. Could not force her to
give her the companionship she needed . . . or the love. For a second
her muscles remained tense. Then they relaxed and she sagged against
the bed.
"Very good kitten, very good indeed." Nabiki whispered in her
ear. Then she stood up and Shampoo could feel the tip of the thing in
Nabiki's hand pressing against her rear opening. She groaned into her
gag as it slowly forced it way into her body. For what seemed like
hours but was only a minute, Nabiki rocked and pumped the thing back
and forth, slowly working it deeper into Shampoo's bowels. Finally
the widest section forced it way past her sphincter muscles, and with
a rush it plunged the rest of the way into her body. Shampoo's entire
awareness was focused on the sensations of immense fullness that
filled both her holes.

Nabiki removed her hands from Shampoo's ass, and reached down and
picked up the last of the objects on the bed. Reaching between
Shampoo's legs she fastened the clip on the end of the leather rope to
the center of the belt and ran it back out between Shampoo's legs.
Pulling it up so it bisected Shampoo's sex and ass she carefully
positioned it so that it ran across the bases of the two dildos thrust
deep into Shampoo's body. Running it across the small of Shampoo's
back, she fastened it to the heavy belt.
Nabiki stepped back and admired her handiwork. Shampoo knelt on
the bed her face lying on the sheets and her ass high in the air.
Just the right height she mussed to herself, eyes going to the crate
of Instant Nanniichuan, but then she pulled her eyes away with an
angry thought. NO!! I'm doing this as a female. Shampoo came here
to fuck with a guy, but I'm not a guy. If she can't be happy with my
female form, then better to find out now.
Despite her hard words to herself, Nabiki had been desperately
afraid that Shampoo would do just that. Three days ago she had not
the slightest interest in Shampoo as a sexual being, now looking at
her trussed on the bed, dildos thrust in both of her opening, she felt
an attraction she had never felt before for another person.
It was no longer just the fact that Shampoo was submitting to
her. These feelings were more than her lust for power over others.
Some part of her brain had made the connection, Shampoo was hers, and
she was desperately afraid that Shampoo would take herself away.
Nabiki was under no delusions over her ability to hold Shampoo against
her will, but she also knew that she would never compromise herself
either. What she had told Shampoo earlier was very true. If Shampoo
came back, she would use her, but the other part was a lie. The part
about Nabiki not caring either way. She was discovering that she
cared very much indeed, but this relationship was going to be on her
terms or not at all.
Nabiki stepped forward and leaned over Shampoo's body, reaching
around she cupped her firm breasts, and began to knead them. A low
moan came from Shampoo's throat, and encouraged, Nabiki started to
press her hips into Shampoo's upturned ass. The pressure caused the
imbedded dildos to shift in Shampoo's openings. The combined
sensation of Nabiki's hands, and the objects thrusting into her body
was enough to shove Shampoo over the edge. A small shiver ran through
her body, followed by another, stronger one. Then Nabiki felt the
muscles under her belly writhe and twist as Shampoo orgasm exploded in
a spasm of pleasure. Nabiki stepped back from Shampoo's trembling
body, an expression of satisfaction and accomplishment on her face.
Then expression firming, she proceeded with the next step.

Ninety minutes later.
Nabiki bent forward in her chair until her face was inches from
Shampoo's upturned ass. Lifting her brush, she delicately dipped it
in the small can she held in her other hand. Then raising it she
reached forward. Holding her breath she very carefully moved the
brush toward Shampoo's creamy derriere and with great delicacy placed
the final stroke of paint, finishing the pattern she had been working
on.
She heaved a sigh and sat back in her chair. For a minute she
sat there admiring the stylized N T she had painted. "Very nice, very
nice indeed," she said. "I think that looks just perfect. We can
visit a tattoo shop in a day or so and get it done permanently." The
only response from Shampoo was a muffled moan of passion. Nabiki
smirked at the upturned ass in front of her. "It's your own fault you
know. If you had not kept moving, I would not have had to start over
all those times. We could have been finished an hour ago." Standing
up Nabiki returned the paint can to its proper place and stood for a
minute admiring her handiwork as she cleaned her brushes.
"O by the way kitten, you can move now."

A tremor ran through Shampoo's body, and then another, until her
hips bucked and her body went rigid as the orgasm she had been holding
at bay for the last ten minutes crashed over her. It was the sixth
one she had experienced in the last hour. The previous five had
ruined Nabiki's calligraphy, and forced her to start over. As the
last ripple of passion ran down her body, Shampoo slumped, her body
bathed in sweat, breath rushing in and out of her nose. Even after
all she had experienced in the last hour she had not spit out the
ragged panties in her mouth.

Nabiki finished cleaning her brushes and placed them in a tin on
her desk. Then she strolled over to Shampoo, and ran a hand over her
sweat soaked ass. Then sliding her hand over Shampoo's body, Nabiki
ran her hand slowly up the small of Shampoo's back causing her to arch
in pleasure. A small shiver ran through her back muscles, as she
experienced a residual spasm of pleasure at Nabiki's touch. Reaching
the leather belt fastened around her waist, Nabiki unfastened the slim
leather rope. Then she shoved her arms between Shampoo's wide spread
legs and un-clipped the other end of the rope. Tossing it on the
floor behind her, she slowly stroked Shampoo's ass cheeks with both
hands. She brought her hips forward and rubbed herself against
Shampoo's body, grinding the dildos deeper into Shampoo's body. Then
swallowing the spit that suddenly filled her mouth she reached down
and grabbed the base of the dildo that was shoved up Shampoo's pussy.
It slid out easily, and was accompanied by a flood of juices.
Nabiki started to throw the dildo down on the floor with the
rope, but then hit by a sudden impulse, she lifted it tentatively to
her lips and licked. The taste was not altogether bad. She looked
down a Shampoo's upturned face. Shampoo was looking at her with stars
in her eyes. Nabiki shivered at the depth of passion she could detect
in them. She felt herself responding to that look, her own sex
heating, and lubricating. She gave a little shudder and shook herself
out of the trance she had fallen into. She set the dildo down and
reached forward and grasped the base of the butt plug. This took a
little more effort to extract, but it was only a small one and came
out fairly easily. Nabiki felt absolutely no desire to sample this
taste sensation and tossed it down with the others.
Nabiki then preceded to remove the rest of Shampoo's ties and
bindings until she was as naked as the moment she had come into the
room. The last thing she did was to remove the soaking wet panties
from Shampoo's mouth. Free of her ties the Amazon stretched out on
the bed, slowly twisting and turning her body to relieve the kinks of
her hour and a half in bondage. She looked up at Nabiki from under
half lidded eyes. A contented half asleep look on her face. Once
again Nabiki was put in mind of a tiger, and she felt heat flush
through her body at the thought that this tiger was hers to do with as
she would.
None of that showed on her face however as she snapped out. "On
your feet!!" Shampoo blinked at her, startled, but obediently rolled
off of the bed onto her feet. As soon as she was clear of the bed
Nabiki dumped a glass of water over her head. Nabiki watched in
fascination as Shampoo body shrank and morphed until a small damp cat
was sitting on the floor looking at her reproachfully. Nabiki reached
down and picked her up. "Sorry kitten, but this is a single bed, and
I'm in need of my rest. It's going to be a busy day tomorrow."
Setting the dumbfounded cat on the floor Nabiki lay down on her bed
and closed her eyes.
Nabiki was not really as calm as she pretended. She was burning
with the need to experience some of the pleasure Shampoo had enjoyed
in the last hour. That would be a show of weakness, she thought, and
she was not going to show any weakness on this night. She did not
want Shampoo to get the impression that Nabiki needed her for
anything. So even though her body cried out for release from the
burning in her groin, she ignored it and concentrated on cooling her
overheated passions. Slowing her breathing she lay there quietly, her
legs wide spread to prevent even the slightest friction.
She was so busy concentrating on repressing her feelings. She
did not feel the soft thump of a small body jumping onto her bed. She
did however very much feel what happened next. Carefully being sure
not to brush against Nabiki's legs Shampoo-neko crept as close as she
could get to Nabiki's drooling sex. She could smell Nabiki's arousal,
and intended to do something about it. Finally having gotten as close
as she could without giving her presence away, she pounced.
Nabiki threw back her head and gasped. The small barbs on
Shampoo-neko's tongue caused a sensation out of proportion to its
actual size. Nabiki reached down with the intention of dislodging
Shampoo from her meal. Before her hands got anywhere near the busily
lapping cat, a shudder ran through her body and her hands clenched
tightly in the bed clothes, rather than around the small cat. Nabiki
did not last long. Unlike Shampoo she had not had an orgasm during
the past ninety minutes. She had shoved her lust aside and had toyed
with Shampoo. Satisfying as that had been, it was nothing compared to
this. Nabiki felt like the top of her head was going to come off. It
was all she could do to keep from screaming out loud.
Through this all, Shampoo continued to lick. Delicately she
nosed in and selected her spots with care. Her sensitive whiskers
detected the spasms that rippled through Nabiki's body. Even after
Nabiki's legs closed, pinning her in place she continued to lick. Up
and down Nabiki's slit her tongue went, lapping at Nabiki's sex as if
it were a dish of milk. Nabiki's honey flowed profusely, and Shampoo
diligently licked up every drop. On and on Shampoo went. The stamina
of her human body was present in her cat form, and even when her ribs
were threatened by the pressure from Nabiki's legs she kept licking.
Nabiki orgasmed again, her legs lifted from the bed and carried
the cat pinned between her legs with them. Shampoo kept licking.
Nabiki orgasmed, and thrashed her head from side to side.
Shampoo kept licking.
Nabiki orgasmed, and her legs thrashed, knocking Shampoo aside
for a moment, then they fell open as Nabiki gave in to exhaustion.
Shampoo resumed her place and kept licking.
Nabiki hands weakly tried to push Shampoo away from her honey
pot, Shampoo dug her claws into the bed spread and kept licking.
Nabiki orgasmed, and barely moved, Shampoo kept licking.
At last Nabiki lay motionless, breath gusting from her mouth,
lungs rising and falling like a bellows. Shampoo stopped licking.
Nabiki was too weak to move as Shampoo walked up her body and
stood on her chest looked down at the exhausted girl. Shampoo stuck
her tongue as far out as it would go, and looking directly into
Nabiki's eyes licked her chops, removing the remains of Nabiki's
juices from her whiskers. Nabiki just lay there panting, glaring at
Shampoo's expression of smug superiority. Silently she promised
herself to remove that expression at a later date. Shampoo turned
herself around several times and then lay down, her head cushioned on
one of Nabiki's breasts. She closed her eyes and to all appearances
went to sleep.
Nabiki lay there panting, the light body of the cat raising and
falling with her breaths. After a little while she regained her
breath. She raised her arms and held her hands poised over the body
of the cat. Then her eyes softened, and she crossed her arms across
her chest, cradling the softly purring cat on her chest. A minute
later the room was silent except for the soft breathing of the two
figures on the rumpled bed.

AAHHHH Cat, cat, cat,
Akane looked up from where she had been glumly examining her new
school uniform. A second later Ranma burst into her room and dived
under the bed. Akane blinked in surprise, staring at her bed. A
voice from the door caused her to turn around.
"You two had better get ready for school. I'd hate to have done
all that work to get you registered, and then have you be late your
first day. Akane said nothing. She was to busy looking at the cat
Nabiki held cradled in her arms. She just pointed a shaky finger at
the cat in Nabiki's arms and silently opened and closed her mouth, not
being able to force a word out, finally after a second she tried again
and succeeded at least to the point of stuttering.
"Sha . . . Sham...Shampoo!!"
"Really Akane, your as bad as Ranma. Shocked by a sweet little
kitty." With that she walked out of sight leaving her sister gaping
at the door.
"Is she gone?" A soft voice whispered from under her bed.
Akane made no answer. She just kept staring at the door, a
stunned expression on her face.

"Hello, are you open?"
The nurse at the reception desk looked up at the brown haired
girl in the doorway. The girl was dressed in a school uniform and had
a cat carrier in one hand.
"Yes dear, the doctor is not in yet, but if you want to leave
your pet before you go to school. I'll see that she is looked after."
"Thank you"
"What is it you wanted looked at, is she sick?"
"No, not sick"
"Did you come to get her spayed then?"
The girl smiled a wide grin and the cat in the carrier suddenly
set up a loud wailing. "No" she said, "She is a very lovely cat, I
may want to breed her sometime. The reason I'm here is to get a Micro
chip implant. I hear you do them here."
"Yes indeed, and it's a very good thing to get done. If your pet
is ever lost, any shelter or veterinarian office will be able to scan
the chip for her ownership records."
"That's what I want. I don't want there to be any doubt about
who owns her. I'll just leave her here and pick her up later then?"
"That's right dear," She reached down and passed a form to the
girl. "Just fill out this form with all the necessary information and
the doctor will implant the chip later. She will be all done when you
get back this afternoon. I'll put her in the back while you fill out
the form." She picked up the cat carrier, and carried it into the back
room.
A minute later she returned, and saw that the girl had finished
the form. Picking it up she scanned it, and then looked up and smiled
at the school girl. "Well everything we need seems to be here. We'll
see you tonight then will we Miss Tendo?"
"That's right. Thank you for your help. I'll be back after
school"
"Such a nice girl" The nurse murmured, and then she went back to
her filing.

Well there is the end of Chapter two.
I hope you enjoyed it. I have gotten so much positive response to
chapter one that I have been worried about living up to it. I hope I
did. If you think I slipped send me a message and let me know how and
why. I would very much like to get feedback on this. This chapter
would not have been done nearly as quickly, if it had not been for the
people who wrote and told me how much they liked ch1. I would like to
thank all the people who did so. It made all the work worthwhile.

I would also like to thank Wade Tritschler. Without him this would
not be nearly as readable as it is. Wade has not done any lemons
. . . Yet. But anyone who has written a fic 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 who offered to
pre-read for me a few weeks ago, without her help this story would not
be as good as it is. It is a big confidence builder when pretty girls
write and say they liked your story. Especially when they are as
nasty minded as she is. She was a big help in heating up the scenes
between Shampoo and Nabiki. Thanks Green Eyes.

Authors notes:
I just wanted to make a few short comments here. About La Blue Girl.
This is mainly a Ranma fic, the elements I borrowed, and will borrow,
from the video are for the purpose of altering the Ranma characters so
that they can do all the hentai things this story will require.
So don't expect to see the female members of the cast ravaged by
tentacles, it ain't going to happen. Most appearances by tentacles
are going to result in serious pain and humiliation, for the monster,
not the girl.
Hey, we're talking Ranma's girls here, If your were a demon,
would you try to ravish Akane, knowing what you know about her, not to
mention that sword Shampoo seems able to pull from nowhere, and then
there are Ukyou's spatulas. Nope, any demon who messes with these
girls is asking to have his love life cut short, literally.
Miko Mido will appear, however. Anyone want to vote for her
boyfriend. Feel free to send in your choices and reasons. Give me a
good funny one and it may happen. I have nothing in mind for her at
the moment.

How long will this be.
I have no idea. There is an underlaying plot to this, but in general
it is just going to flow from story to story much as the Manga did.
How far I go, really depends on whether people are interested in
reading it.

Why are the chapters so damn big.
This is a lemon, but I also want to have some plot and character
development, and as I don't want to write any non-lemon chapters, that
means that sometimes it will take a little while to get to the good
stuff. Hopefully I can make it interesting enough to be worth the
read.

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