[La Blue Girl/Ranma][FanFic][Lemon] The Shikima Interface - Chapter 1

[Schell]

The Shikima Interface
Chapter one. Ranma's bad day, part one.

A fan fiction based on the manga by Rumiko Takahashi, Ranma 1/2, and
the anime La Blue Girl.

If you are not familiar with Ranma 1/2, run a net search using it as a
reference. Believe me, you'll find lots of reference material. This
story may not make any sense to any one who is not acquainted with the
series.

This is a lemon, another word for porn. If that offends you do not
read this. It also contains NC sex. If that offends you don't read
this. If you think anything might offend you don't read this. If you
are under the age for mature material do not read this. Any one else,
please, for gods sake read this and let me know what you think.

sch...@interlog.com

How many of you have heard the tale of a man stumbling upon a
lost and hidden temple, filled with forgotten secrets and long lost
treasures of the ancient world, of mysterious keepers with secrets
they are sworn to protect to the day of the final trump, of towering
walls and iron gates locked against the world, waiting for the magic
to return?

This was Ryouga's fourth this month.
"I'm sorry you can't stay longer young man. We get so few
visitors." The speaker was a slight man in a long brown robe.
"I'm sorry as well Abbot. I really wish I could. I can't though,
there's this girl you see." The Abbot ears pricked up at this.
"A girl?"
"The most wonderful girl in the world. I love her with all my
heart, but she is trapped in an engagement to a person who has no
respect for her." Ryouga lowered his head and closed his eyes.
Clenching his fists tightly his face slowly flushed. "Damn you Ranma,
I curse the day you were born." Lifting his head he shook a fist at
the sky. "Ranma Satome you will pay."
The Abbot's smile slipped a little, and he backed away a step or
two from the stranger who had staggered into their midst two days
before. He had been starving and delirious. They had fed him but
apparently he was still delirious.
Ryouga blushed as he saw the Abbot's reaction, and the looks that
came from all the other monks who had gathered to bid him farewell.
Blushing furiously he rubbed the back of his head. Not able to look
straight at the Abbot he looked at the temple wall. Doodling with one
finger he traced one of the wards that carpeted the inner wall of the
temple. "Sorry, sorry I get a little...carried away sometimes. I'll be
going now, then? Thank you for your kindness and I wish you good
fortune." Ryouga stepped out the gate and paused. Turning he addressed
the Abbot, "I don't suppose you have ever heard of Jusenkio. It's just
that I've got this little problem..."
The Abbot interrupted him. "You don't mean to say you have a
Jusenkio curse do you?"
Ryouga blinked in surprise. "Why yes...You...you've heard of
Jusenkio?"
"Indeed we have." Suddenly the Abbot's eyes took on an intense
gaze and all the other monks leaned forward. "It would not happen to
be a gender curse by any means?"
So happy was Ryouga to have discovered they knew of Jusenkio, he
completely missed the hot looks everyone was directing his way. "I
wish I was so lucky. My curse is far worse than merely turning into a
girl"
"Fuck!"
"Ryouga blinked. Surely the Abbot had not said what he thought he
had just heard. He looked at the elderly man uncertainly. The Abbot
smiled back at him. No he must have heard wrong, Ryouga thought..
The Abbot smiled up at the muscular young man serenely, but his
thought were anything but. "Fuck, piss, shit. Why can't we ever catch
a break? Two thousands years without a sniff of pussy. Aa well, might
as well make the most of it. "As a matter of fact young man we do know
a great deal about Jusenkio and we even have a cure of sorts if you
would be interested."
Ryouga could only stare in shock at the Abbot. Then he broke
down. "Yes, yes, at last, at long last I will be able to face Akane as
a man."
"I take it that is a yes," the Abbot said.

Three weeks later Ryouga left the temple for a second time. This
time he carried a precious scroll clutched in his hands. The secret of
his cure was his and he was going home. It was unfortunate that the
Monks did not possess the necessary ingredients. Ryouga did not care.
They had shown him what to do, and what plants to gather. By the time
he reached Nerima he would have all he required. He failed to notice
the sinister grins that appeared on the faces of his benefactors as he
left the temple. He also never stopped to wonder why the wards were on
the inside walls of the temple.

Two weeks later:

Ranma yawned long and wide, took a deep breath and then once more
directed her attention to the activity going on in the small hollow
below her. The lost boy Ryouga Hibiki was doing something unusual.
Ranma's curiosity bump made her determined to find out what and why.
She had come across Ryouga by accident, having crash- landed in
the park fountain via air Akane about half an hour ago. She had been
walking through one of the more secluded areas of the park afterwards,
and had heard a familiar ranting. Wringing the water from her shirt as
she walked, she went to investigate.
"Soon Akane, soon, there will be nothing to stand in my way of
declaring my love for you." Peering over the edge of the slope that
led down into a hollow Ranma had spotted Ryouga indulging in a highly
unusual activity. He was with great care and precision cooking
something, a distinct contrast to his usual behavior of physically
mastering, and practicing whatever martial art technique he had most
recently come across.
Ranma could not quite make out what it was he was cooking. So,
intrigued by the unusual behavior she decided to remain in concealment
and observe. Of course Ranma was not long on patience, and after about
ten minutes was bored out of her skull. Down below Ryouga after his
initial outburst had slowly and with great precision mixed, ground,
and added various ingredients to a small pot hanging over his
campfire. Next to the pot a small brass teakettle steamed. After every
addition to the pot Ryouga would consult a small scroll that was laid
out on a nearby rock. He would then carefully proceed to the next
ingredient.
Ranma found the slow careful procedure maddening. She was on the
verge of bouncing down into the hollow to discover what was going on
with her usual method, which was to verbally torment the pig boy until
he was enraged enough to blurt out what the hell he was doing.
Just as Ranma lifted herself from the ground in preparation to do
this Ryouga let out a triumphant yell. He lifted the small pot from
the fire. Swinging around he quickly set it into a nearby container of
cold water. Ryouga seemed to hold his breath for a second. Then he let
out another exultant shout as a small film appeared on the surface of
the liquid. Very carefully Ryouga took a small spoon and began to skim
off the film. With great precision he decanted it into a small bottle
he removed from where it had been hanging on a thong around his neck.
Then very carefully Ryouga placed one drop of the liquid into a
small container he had just filled from his bucket of cold water. Then
pausing only to carefully set the bottle aside on a nearby rock Ryouga
swallowed the glass of water with a single gulp. He grimaced in
distaste, indicating that whatever the mixture was it tasted like
hell. What happened next brought Ranma racing down the hill at full
speed. Ryouga took the bucket of cold water and upended it over his
head, and ... did ... not ... change into a small black piglet.
Ryouga raised his eyes to the heavens and tears streamed down his
face. "At last, O Lord at last, I am a man again. At last Akane, I can
reveal my feelings to you without fear. At last, I can offer you
something."
"Yeah whatever Ryouga, but I have to hand it to you, it looks
like one of your nutty cures finally worked."
Spinning in place Ryouga looked in shock at his most hated foe. A
foe that at this very minute was holding his precious cure in her
hands. "Ranma you give that back this instant," Ryouga shouted at he
lunged at the pig tailed girl who dodged him with a derisive laugh.
Somersaulting through the air Ranma removed the stopper in the
bottle and took a long draft, almost gaging as the bitter fluid burnt
a path down her throat. She did not care however, too many times
hesitation and chance had cost her a cure to her hated curse. It was
not going to happen this time. Landing lightly on her feet Ranma
dropped the now empty bottle and dragged the back of her arm across
her mouth trying to get rid of the foul taste. "Man no wonder you
mixed it with water Ryouga. This stuff is as bad as Akane's cooking."
Ranma paused for a second and then continued. "No it's not that bad. I
can still feel my arms and legs, and I'm conscious, and this stuff
should do me some good." At that point Ranma noticed she still had two
unwanted lumps on her chest. Pulling open her shirt she gazed at the
creamy, strawberry tipped mounds attached to what should have been a
manly chest. "Hey what the hell is going on Ryouga? How come I'm still
a girl?" Looking up from her inspection Ranma glanced across at
Ryouga.
Fully expecting to be staring at the crimson visage of Ryouga in
full blown moral outrage, Ranma received a shock. What she saw caused
her to back up a step and quickly look behind herself for whatever was
responsible for the expression on Ryouga's face.
Ryouga was absolutely white and was pointing a trembling finger
in Ranma's general direction. "Ranma,... Wha...what...have you done?"
Ranma looked puzzled for a second and then said "What's it look
like I've done? I've drunk your so called cure and it didn't work,
that's what I've done. Come on Ryouga what's the gimmick? How do you
make it work?"
"Not... it's not a cure!" Ryouga forced out through his shock
numbed face. Then slowly the color began to return to his face and his
lips began to twitch. Finally gales of laughter verging on the
hysterical burst from Ryouga's mouth and he collapsed to the ground
holding his sides in pain as the laughter strained even his muscles.
Ranma now thoroughly annoyed threw a punch at Ryouga. She slammed
her fist with all her might into the laughing boys solar plexus. For
all the good it did she might as well have used a feather pillow.
Enraged Ranma began fiercely throwing punch after punch at the
laughing boy. While the punches had no more effect than the first
blow, they did cause Ryouga to regain control and stop his laughter.
Sitting up he caught the next punch Ranma threw at him. With a yank on
the captured hand he pulled the small girl face down across his lap.
Quickly catching Ranma's free hand he pulled it around behind her back
and caught both of Ranma's slender wrists in one hand.
"Let me go you bastard," Ranma raved, "fight me man to man."
"Well that's the thing isn't it Ranma you're not a man are you,
you're a little girl." As he said this Ryouga brought his hand down
and delivered a light smack to Ranma's ass causing the boy turned girl
to scream in outrage and to thrash desperately in a futile attempt to
escape Ryouga's grasp. This was not the first time Ryouga had turned
him over his lap, and Ranma had never wanted it to happen again.

It had happened on an occasion when Ranma had disguised herself
as Ryouga's none existent sister. Trying to interfere in a
conversation between Akane and Ryouga she had been rude to Akane.
Ryouga had taken it upon himself to deliver some discipline to his
supposable younger sibling. He had pulled her over his lap and tanned
her backside good. Ranma could still feel the blistering heat of that
heavy hand wacking her small posterior in her memory. However the pain
and humiliation were a tiny part of why she never wanted to repeat
that experience.
As Ryouga had spanked her the force of the blows and the pain had
caused her to grind her crotch into his lap. This had rubbed her thigh
against his groin. It did not take very long for this to effect
Ryouga. At first understandably the pain in her posterior had kept her
from noticing the growing bulge in Ryouga's pants. However it soon
grew too large to be ignored.
Ranma very nearly lost it then. She was pinned and with no
leverage had not a hope in hell of breaking free of Ryouga's grip. The
only thing that kept her from breaking down in complete terror was her
pride. That, and the knowledge that no matter how badly his body
wanted to take her Ryouga would never even think of screwing a girl he
thought was his sister. After that incidence it was weeks before
Ryouga calmed down. Going by the slight flush that came to his face
every time he saw Ranma for about two weeks after the incident, it was
clear that Ryouga was remembering how his body had reacted to Ranma's.
The fact that he immediately attacked Ranma on those occasions showed
he was covering his confusion in typical Ryouga fashion, blind
unreasoning rage. Ryouga had gotten over it, or at least he seemed to
go back to his old motivations for hating Ranma. Ranma however was not
so lucky. She still had recurring nightmares where Ryouga and her had
sex. Sometimes it was rape, but the really scary dreams were the ones
where she was willing.

"I'm a guy you jerk." Ranma yelled in outrage as Ryouga gave her
upturned posterior another gentle pat.
"Well that's the thing Ranma you're not. Not anymore, not since
you drank that potion.
"What the hell are you babbling about pig boy?" Ranma yelled as
she tried to crane her neck around to look at Ryouga. She suddenly
gave a squawk of outrage as Ryouga's hand slammed down on her butt, a
whole lot harder then the first two times.
"Just shut up and listen Ranma, and maybe I'll tell you!" Ryouga
yelled as he slapped his bare hand back down on the upraised ass in
front of him.
"The hell with that, you pig! Let me up from here and I'll make
sausage out of your fat ass! Keep your goddam hands to yourself you
fucking pervert! You got a thing for boys is that it! Maybe that's why
you have such a thing for Akane, she sure don't have much in the way
of curves."
"You shut the hell up Ranma! Don't you dare bring up that sweet
girl's name. Your not worthy of being on the same planet as her."
"Sweet?! I've seen rabid pit bulls with a better disp-" Ranma's
voice was cut off as an enraged Ryouga released his grip on Ranma's
wrists long enough to quickly loop one of his bandannas over her
mouth, effectively gagging her. Ranma just as quickly brought her
hands forward in an attempt to pull the gag loose. Before her hands
could reach the gag however, Ryouga caught them and once more pulled
them around to the middle of her back. This time the lost boy quickly
looped another of his infinite supply of bandannas around Ranma's
wrists, effectively immobilizing her arms.
"Now Ranma maybe you'll let me talk." Gathering his thoughts
Ryouga made an effort to calm down ignoring the thrashing girl in his
lap. At last having calmed down he began to speak.
"It was about two months ago that I came across another temple
monastery, and as usual I asked after a cure for Jusenkio curses. I
was halfway out the door when I realized they had said that yes they
had one. Or at least something that worked as a cure.
The story they told me was this. Their Temple had been
responsible several centuries ago for the capture and execution of a
dishonorable Samurai who used a Chi poison to weaken his opponents
before a duel. He was nothing more than an assassin for hire who
picked duels with the men he had been hired to kill. He would slip
them a poison that destroyed there ability to use Ki and at the level
of skill he and they fought this left them helpless against him. It
was not till he used the poison on a lord suffering from a magic
curse, that his trickery was discovered. The poison not only destroyed
his Ki it also eliminated the magic that caused the curse. In the
search to discover how he had apparently been cured he summoned
learned monks from the nearby temple who had traced the reason for his
spontaneous cure to the Ki poison.
The assassin was executed, and the formula for the potion was
stored in the temple library. Over the years the monks struggled to
find a way to destroy curses without destroying the Ki of the patient.
Eventually they succeeded and this is what they gave to me."
He looked down at the small girl in his lap who had by now
stopped struggling and was apparently listening intently. "And that
brings us to you Ranma. The monks warned me that our cursed forms were
not magic, merely another body, the magic was in the changing. After
that only the ability to retain our intelligence in animal form, and
to keep our basic nature was magic. If a Jusenkio cursed person was to
drink the potion in his animal form not only would it eliminate the
magic needed to change them back to human, it would destroy the
ability to retain their human characteristics. They would soon revert
to the nature of whatever form they were trapped in. If I had taken it
in my pig form I would have soon been a pig in truth. With no memory
of ever being a man and no way of changing back. I'd be as good as
dead."
"Now what do you suppose would happen to some one who's curse was
to switch gender." Ryouga looked into Ranma's eyes which had widened
in horror as the implication sank in. She could do nothing but yell
into her gag. Trying to shout her denial at what Ryouga was
suggesting. Ryouga reached over to the tea kettle that was simmering
on his campfire and upended it over Ranma, .
Ranma let out a low moan of despair and hung her head, tears
running down her face and soaking the bandana that stilled gaged her.
She could still feel her breasts pressing against Ryouga's body, she
had not changed.
Ryouga reached down and untied the gag, and the ties that bound
Ranma's wrists. Standing her up Ryouga smirked at her. "All these
years of searching for a way to pay you back for the hell you've put
me through Ranma, and you do it to yourself. If I tried for a hundred
years I could not have come up with a better revenge."
Ranma stood her hands clenched into fists, staring in hatred at
Ryouga. "O yes you love it don't you Ryouga. At last you have a girl
you can fondle without fainting away. Think your hot shit don't you,
coped a good feel didn't you. Guess I'm lucky you still don't have any
guts."
"Ranma you take that back, or I'll...!!"
"Or what Ryouga put me over your knee again. You'd love that
wouldn't you. Give you a chance to fondle my butt again. Great big
man, think you're going to get anywhere with Akane, that's a laugh!
You can't even say two words in a row to her."
Ryouga was starting to turn red with rage "Ranma." But Ranma was
too wound up to notice. The fact that she was trapped as a female once
again had filled her with a terror that she could only suppress by
lashing out at Ryouga.
"Well don't think I'm going to let you get your hands on me again
Ryouga. You're just going to have to get your jollies the same way as
always. Rosy red hand, I'm a guy dammit and if you lay a hand on me
again I'll rip your cock off and feed it too you."
"A guy Ranma? You never do listen do you." Ryouga calmed down
slightly and looked at the small girl in front of him. "I told you
when a Jusenkio cursed person takes the potion in their cursed form it
not only traps them in that form it destroys the magic that allows
them to retain their own character and personality. Not only that, if
you take too large a dose you damage your ability to manufacture Ki,
without that your just a regular girl who knows martial arts. You're a
girl Ranma inside and out and sooner or later you're going to be
wearing dresses and makeup and shortly after that you'll find yourself
laying on your back as your boyfriend sticks his big _fat_ cock into
you." Ryouga said the last slowly, enjoying the look in Ranma's eyes
as she could not prevent herself from visualizing the scene Ryouga's
words formed in her mind. With an angry shake of her head she banished
the image and glared at Ryouga.
"No damn way Ryouga. I'm a guy and if any perverts like you try
anything, they'll regret it till the day they die which will be the
same day if I have any say in the matter. Not that I have to worry
about you, you're so gutless I could dance naked in front of you. All
you'd do is faint. You're pathetic, you may not be cursed anymore, but
you're still a pig"
Ranma had gone too far and Ryouga flushing with rage reached out
and grasping the front of her loose shirt pulled her towards him.
Ranma lashed out at him, but with out being able to use her Ki to
boost her strength Ryouga barely noticed.
"You have a foul mouth Ranma and little girls with foul mouths
need discipline." Ryouga sat down on one of the rocks surrounding his
campsite. He then pulled the resisting Ranma down across his lap.
Hooking his hands into the waistband of her overlarge pants, Ryouga
gave a smooth pull and stripped her pants and boxers down to her
knees, baring her small derriere to the cool air.
Ranma gave a shout of outrage as she felt the air wash over her
suddenly naked ass. "What the fuck are you playing at Ryouga? Let me
the godamm hell up you slime." She tried to force herself off of
Ryouga's lap but the lost boy was ready for this. Placing a hand in
the small of her back to hold her in place, Ryouga started to spank
her. Ranma jolted in shock at the first contact of bare hand to bare
ass. She barely stopped herself from yelling out in terror. She was
damned if she was going to give him the satisfaction of struggling
ineffectively against his greater strength. He had the advantage right
now, but that would change. She would make sure of that.
Cupping his hand so that it covered one entire cheek of Ranma's
ass, Ryouga massaged the firm flesh for a minute and then he continued
the spanking, alternating his strokes swatting one side of her pert
little bottom and then the other slowly reddening them. As Ryouga
spanked in a slow steady beat Ranma found herself involuntarily
thrusting her hips forward in an effort to escape the massive hand
that was slowly turning her posterior a bright cherry red. Clenching
her teeth she vowed she would not give Ryouga the pleasure of hearing
her crying out in pain. Soon something else made itself known to her.
It worked quite well in distracting her from the fiery pain in her
backside. Her hip thrusts had ground her thigh into Ryouga's groin,
and the same bulge that had scared her so badly the last time Ryouga
had spanked her, made another appearance.
Ryouga's anger cooled uncharacteristically quickly. He started to
savor the feel of Ranma's bare butt under his hand. He began to curl
his fingers so that they penetrated the crack between Ranma's ass
cheeks on each downward stroke. Then he started pausing slightly each
time he smacked her now red ass giving whichever cheek it was resting
on a squeeze before lifting his hand for another blow. Each time he
smacked her Ranma jerked her hips forward to try and ease the force of
the blow. Ryouga felt Ranma's naked thigh grinding into his crotch
with each blow. The pressure of her soft flesh pressing against his
groin inflamed him. She moved in rhythm with the blows he was raining
on her soft flesh. The friction between her body and his cock slowly
started to build a fire in his loins.
Soon he started thrusting his hips upward in time with his blows,
grinding his now rock hard cock into the small girls soft thigh
muscle. He felt the pressure built and built until finally, he seemed
to reach a peak that he could not get past. No matter how hard he
spanked down, or thrust up he could not progress any farther. His
belly felt like there was a ball of molten lead in it and he was
conscious only of the need to do something, anything, to bring about
the relief his body craved. Soon his hand was spending more time
mauling Ranma's ass then in spanking. He gripped each cheek in turn
alternating driving first his fingers and then his thumb deep into the
cleft of her ass. Then finally unable to withstand his need he stopped
spanking altogether. He shoved Ranma off his lap and onto the ground.
Then he prepared to satisfy the fire burning in his belly. Ranma tried
to get to her feet and run but the pants around her ankles prevented
her from moving fast enough. Ryouga stepped on the trailing pants, and
she sprawled face first into the ground as her lunge for freedom was
arrested.
For several minutes Ranma had been trying to ignore the rock hard
bulge that was grinding into her flesh through Ryouga's pants. This
time unlike the time before there was something besides the fear. A
rising feeling of need in her belly. She felt fluid running down her
thighs as her vagina secreted lubrication in response to the burning
need she felt in her groin. When Ryouga rolled her off his lap she was
so fogged with conflicting needs that she could not immediately take
advantage of her freedom. By the times she got focused on the
situation and tried to escape it was too late. Between her pants
tangling her legs, and Ryouga's quick actions she was unable to make
good her escape. Her fingers scrabbled in the dirt as she tried to
pull her legs out of her pants to no avail. Ryouga knelt down behind
her and reached out catching her before she even got started at
getting her legs free.
Ryouga grabbed her around the waist and picked her up, only to
set her down on her knees in front of him. Crossing his legs over hers
Ryouga placed one hand in the small of her back and forced her face
and chest down onto the ground. His thighs pressed against the back of
her legs prevented her from flattening out her whole body and left her
kneeling with her ass stuck high up in the air. Ryouga using his free
hand felt between her legs and ran his fingers along her slit, causing
the lips of her opening to fall aside and allowing the fluid that had
been retained by them to flow out and over Ryouga's hand. Reaching
around to where her face was pressed firmly sideways on the ground
Ryouga wiped his juice covered hands over her lips. "My Ranma what a
peculiar reaction for a guy. If I didn't know you were really a boy I
might think you were actually enjoying yourself. That can't be right.
The great Ranma Satome kneeling on the ground with her ass waving in
the air like a bitch in heat waiting for some guy to fuck her."
"Go to hell Ryouga! You don't got the guts so why don't you just
let me up now!?." Ranma pressed down with all her strength trying to
force her lower body off the ground against the pressure of Ryouga's
hand in the middle of her back. She suppressed the panic she felt when
the bulge in Ryouga's pants rubbed against her upturned ass. So much
of her attention was focused on that, she found she had unconsciously
lipped Ryouga's fingers tasting her own juices on his blunt calloused
fingers. Realizing what she was doing she opened her mouth wide and
tried to bite the fingers that were stroking her lips.

Warned by Ranma's sudden tensing Ryouga withdrew his fingers
before Ranma could remove one of them for him. "Naughty, naughty
Ranma, that's not very nice. Not when you're enjoying yourself so
much."
"Fuck off Ryouga."
"In a minute, in a minute. Have patience Ranma. I know your dying
to have me inside of you." Ryouga mocked the pinned girl as he
returned his hand to her upturned honey pot. Gently stroking her
petals and trying to remember just what Akane had done to herself on
those occasions when after a fight with Ranma she sought release with
her own fingers. Stroking down Ranma's now open slit Ryouga gently
brushed his fingers across the top of her tiny opening until he found
the protruding bud of her clitoris and began to gently stroke the area
around it. He was being careful not to directly touch the sensitive
bud. Ryouga smirked as he realized his time as a pig had a least given
him a very comprehensive knowledge of the female body. Akane had a
very passionate nature and most every night she would pleasure herself
before sleep. She had been shy at first about doing it with P-chan in
the room. However it was not long before her need overcame that and
she gradually began to ignore his presence totally. On Ryouga's part
familiarity had eventually overcome his fainting reflex, and soon he
was an avid audience to Akane's performances.
Ryouga put that knowledge to good use as he concentrated on
bringing the helpless girl in front of him to orgasm, knowing it would
be the worse thing he could do to Ranma. Ranma could handle the rape,
Ryouga had no doubt it was just another type of physical assault in
her mind. It was no different then any other attack, but if Ryouga
could make her enjoy it then he would have won. Ranma would have lost
the ultimate battle. "Getting awfully slick here Ranma. Sure you're
not enjoying it just a little?" Ryouga laughed at Ranma's angry grunt
that he go fuck himself, and at her renewed struggle. It only
succeeded in causing her ass to wave back and forth as if beckoning.
"That's a nice invitation Ranma but I don't think I'm going to have to
resort to that tonight. I'll let you in on a little secret, I got this
real hot chick that's just panting to have me do her tight little
pussy." Ryouga extended his forefinger and gently parted Ranma's folds
causing her to jerk her hips in a futile attempt to escape the probing
digit. Parting her inner lips Ryouga inserted his fingers in her
opening and very carefully began to work it back and forth, slowly
inserting it a little at a time. Being very carful to not insert it
too far, he had heard that the first time for girls was painful and he
did not to want to supply anything that would allow Ranma to regain
control of her body. Pain would only supply a focus that would allow
her to escape the humiliation of having an orgasm.
Ranma was panting loudly, her own breath sounding like a gale in
her ears and her heart was beating so hard that she thought it would
burst from her chest. Her face was crimson with arousal and her mouth
felt as dry as a desert. She suddenly realized to her shame that the
motion of her hips had changed. They had up to a moment ago, been
trying to move her tender and sensitive vagina away from Ryouga's
gentle and deliberate manipulation. Now that motion had changed to a
backward hunch as she strove to drive her pussy back. Tried to shove
her tender folds on to the digit that was frustratingly just barely
brushing near, but not on the small point of fire in her vagina. She
felt like screaming as again and again it would brush just by where
she wanted it to touch. She found she had to grit her teeth in an
effort to keep from yelling at Ryouga, godamm it touch the right spot
you bastard. Then Ryouga hand moved away and Ranma felt like crying as
he left her on the brink of explosion. She began to wave her hips back
and forth, in and out, in a desperate attempt to bring that probing
digit back into contact with the fiery itch that was driving her
crazy.
She paid no attention to the sound of cloth ties being clumsily
untied one handed and the sound of a pair of pants sliding down
someone's hips. All she knew was when something large and smooth
brushed up against her itch and she almost sobbed in relief. It began
to rub up and down her slit brushing against her clitoris and bringing
waves of sensation crashing through her system. Higher and higher the
waves carried her until she felt her breath freeze in her chest and
wave after wave of overwhelming sensation crashed over her.
Ryouga took his hand from the middle of Ranma's back placing it
on her waist. His other hand had been rubbing his manhood up and down
her slit. Now as she exploded in a frenzy of release he guided his
rock hard and burning member to the entrance of her vagina. Seating it
firmly in her opening he grasped the other side of her waist with his
now free hand, and unable to contain himself any longer he trust into
her hot wetness. Fortunately for Ranma her martial arts training had
left her with very little in the way of a hymen. That and the orgasm
Ryouga had just induced meant she felt only a mild pain as Ryouga
thrust his above average sized member into her still thrashing body.
Still Ryouga could only manage a couple of inches with his first
thrust. Ranma grunted as she felt herself being spread wide. Ryouga
pulled back and slammed forward again. Ranma felt like she was going
to burst, when with one last thrust Ryouga buried himself fully in her
belly. The pain disappeared quickly as Ryouga began a frenzied
thrusting that pushed Ranma's hypersensitive tissues into another
spasm of pleasure. Ryouga reached around Ranma's waist and leaning
back he pulled her upper body tight to his chest.
Using his powerful arms he moved Ranma up and down on his cock as
his hips thrust powerfully in time with the motion of his arms. Ranma
felt like a doll as she was jerked up and down on the heavy shaft that
skewered her lower regions. She felt waves of pleasure beyond anything
she had ever felt using her own hand in either form. Ryouga was far
too excited to last for long and he had been in Ranma for a little
less then a minute when he felt his ass clench almost painfully. He
began to fire volley after volley of sperm up the tightly grasping
channel of Ranma's opening. He froze in ecstasy as what felt like his
entire stomach shot out the head of his prick and into Ranma's body.
Then he relaxed and with a sigh fell forward coming to rest on top of
Ranma as her legs straightened out and she lay flat on the ground, his
heavy rod still several inches inside her body. Just before he passed
out he thought my god what have I done. Ranma convulsed as one last
orgasm crashed through her body, and then she joined Ryouga in
unconsciousness.

Ranma woke and tried to remember where she was. A soreness in her
crotch and a feeling of fullness combined with the heavy weight
pushing her tender breasts into the ground brought it all back to her.
She was trapped as a girl again, maybe forever if Ryouga was to be
believed, and... Ryouga had just raped her.... No that wasn't the
whole truth. Much as she wanted to make that claim she couldn't. She
knew Ryouga, a few tears, a few artful sobs, and he would have been
reduced to a stammering, flaccid, wimp. Instead she had practically
dared him to do something, insulting him every time he started to cool
down and gain control. What had come over her. She knew better than to
push him that far. She remembered the time he had almost raped her
once before. It had been the first time she had fooled him into
thinking she was a real girl. She had not learned yet how far she
could push, and before she knew it he was all over her. If it had not
been for a stout tree branch she might have ended up in this position
way back then.
Then there was the memory of the pleasure she had experienced. It
was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Her sexual feelings
as a girl had always been muted. The few times she had masturbated
while female had left her with the opinion that guys had it all over
girls when it came to enjoying sex. Now she knew better. Whatever the
curse had done to allow her to remain male in a female body was gone,
just as Ryouga had claimed. She now knew just how suppressed her sense
of feeling had been before. The orgasms she had just experienced were
like nothing she had ever experienced before, and she realized she
wanted more, wanted to feel a cock sliding in and out of her body
stroking all of her newly discovered nerve endings. Gods she thought
with dismay I want to be fucked again. No she couldn't, I'm a guy
godamm it, but even as she said it she knew it was no longer true.
Whether she could regain her manhood was unknown, but what Ryouga had
just forcibly demonstrated to her was that she was a hundred percent
female at the moment at least as far as her body went.
Her hips began a slight bucking motion and she realized Ryouga's
semi hard cock was still in her. Her body was acting on it's own to
make use of that fact. Quickly suppressing the feeling of need she set
about getting away from him. Carefully trying not to waken Ryouga she
began to move her hips, trying to wiggle out from under his dead
weight. She froze as Ryouga stirred and began to move his hips in time
with her slight movements. She felt the shaft of his manhood begin to
harden as he flexed his hips. It rapidly regained it's full size and
firmness and Ranma repressed a moan as she felt it move in her body,
reawakening the sensations of a little while ago.
O god I can't let Ryouga know I enjoyed this. I won't give the
bastard the satisfaction. Ranma thought. "Get the fuck off me pig
boy." Ranma hissed at the slowly awakening Ryouga. "You've got your
jollies, so pull your pathetic little boy dick out and let me up,
asshole." As he talked, Ranma rammed her hips back and forth, trying
to shove Ryouga off. The friction on Ryouga's cock, which was still
imbedded well up the little red head's opening rapidly brought Ryouga
to full wakefulness. The feeling of her tight opening squeezing him
like a soft glove brought a gasp of pleasure to his lips.
The shame that Ryouga had felt after his orgasm had brought him
back to his senses faded as Ranma continued to curse him. The feeling
of her vessel flexing on his rapidly hardening cock drove any though
of apologizing or freeing Ranma from his mind. Ranma had made his life
a living hell and now he was going to get his pound of flesh. Or
rather Ranma was going to get it.
Growing annoyed at Ranma's continued cursing Ryouga reached over
and picked up two of the bandanas that he had used to bind Ranma with
earlier. It was the work of seconds to jam one into Ranma's mouth and
to tie the other one around her head to hold the first one in place.
"Now Ranma where was I? O yes, fucking you." Ryouga slowly
started to slide his shaft back and forth in the warm wet flesh that
surrounded it. He reached under Ranma and cupped a breast in each
hand, feeling the nipples harden and press tightly against Ranma's
silk top. He let them project between his fingers.
Ranma gasped in pleasure as the silk of her shirt slid over her
engorged nipples. She felt herself begin to once again respond to the
feeling of Ryouga moving in her body.
Slowly Ryouga leisurely moved his hips back and forth. Flexing
his hand in time with his thrusts he kneaded the soft malleable flesh
of Ranma's large breasts, rolling the hardening nipples between his
fingers. The pleasure was almost more than he could stand, but he
controlled himself. The thought that his hated enemy was laying under
him as he used her body for his own pleasure sent a thrill through him
that he had never imagined. All those times his shyness had rendered
him helpless to resist Ranma's lush body, well now he intended to
collect in full for all the nights her trickery had left him with a
case of blue balls. He began to speed up his motions. His belly
slapping the little red heads sore behind with each forward thrust.

"Hey did I miss anything," the cowled figure exclaimed as he
rushed in through the door. Seeing the scene on the large crystal
mirror he cursed "damn! How long has he been boffing her?" Without
turning away from the scene in front of him one of the other cowled
figures answered. "About thirty minutes now. He gave her a hell of a
spanking first too." there was a hint of teasing in his voice.
"Fuck why didn't one of you bastard's come and get me?"
"Screw you Urgant, you snooze you lose."
"Hey who the fuck do you think set this little thing up? If I
hadn't though up this scam you four would be playing with yourself and
not those two."
"Yea, yea we've heard it all before. Just shut up and don't
disturb Ergan and Regant these two up there hate each others guts and
if Regant and Ergan don't keep on top of it they'll stop fucking and
start fighting."
"Two? You mean that's the Amazon? How did he get her to take the
potion so fast? Last I knew he hadn't even started to make it."
"It's not the Amazon. It's the boy, the one with the gender
curse."
"No shit. Pig boy actually got him to drink it while he was a
girl. I was sure we were going to have to wait until we had full
control before we could get him to give her the potion. I was sure he
would never think of it on his own. Must have a nastier mind then I
gave him credit for."
"Don't him the credit, it wasn't his idea. The guy saw him use
the potion and stole the bottle. Drank the whole thing before Ryouga
could stop her"
"FUCK ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? Why the hell didn't Ergan get him
to stop her? You know that buggers everything up. Do you have any idea
how much magic is tied up in a Jusenkio curse? Not only will it keep
one of us from doing anything more than the gentlest steering it will
stand out like a flair to any one with the ability to sense it. Fuck
this screws everything up. It was perfect, five Jusenkio cursed people
and five of us. We each get our own little play toy. Now there are
only four of them we can totally control. Well two of you are just
going to have to share. I for one am not going to give up my toy. I
get the one with the chains and that's final."
"Really?" The one who had been speaking to Urgant all this time
rose to his feet. "I don't think so. I think there's another way to
make the numbers fit:" He lashed out and caught the smaller Shikima
around the neck. "Nendex" he called out.
"Right here Extefan," Urgant twisted his head around to see the
last of the Shikima's standing behind him holding a carved wooden box.
"No not that," he shrieked as Nendex began to open the lid. A
swirling vortex appeared and with a shriek of despair his flesh went
translucent. For just a second he seemed to shift into some sort of
monstrous form. Then it dissolved in the vortex and was drawn
screaming into the small wooden box. Nendex shut the lid tight and
sealed it. Tossing the box casually over his shoulder he grinned at
Extefan. "Good math. Four of us, four cursed humans still available.
Works for me."
Extefan grinned back. "Me to, but we can't afford to take any
chances." Turning he addressed Ergan. "As soon as he's finished with
the girl, suggest he head over to the Amazon's. She should have all
the ingredients for a new batch of potion. It will sound like
something he might think of, so it should not be hard to suggest it.
You might want to help him find his way as well. You got enough access
to his mind yet to know where it is?"
Ergan did not take his focus off of the viewing mirror but he
waved a hand in acknowledgment of Extefan's statement and suggestion.
Extefan looked pleased. "Fine that's taken care of then. Looks like we
get a little fun this century after all." He sat back down and turned
his attention back to mirror. Ryouga had sometime since he last looked
striped Ranma and himself of all their clothing. Now with the small
girl's ankles pressed into the ground on either side of her head he
was slamming his cock into her sweat soaked body. "You just wait
girl," Extefan murmured "When I get control of chain boy I'll show you
what a fuck really is." He reached into his robe and started stroking
his engorged member. "You just wait girl, you just wait."

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Shikima interface
Chapter one, Ranma's bad day. Part two.

In a dark and dusty room four robed figures focused all their
attention on a large disk of glass. At the moment it was split evenly
down the middle to show two separate views side by side. One side was
clear as could be. The other was a roiling mass of energy and static.
"Damm it Regant Can't you bring it into focus."
"What the fuck do you think I've been trying to do for the last
hour Extefan, pass gas? No I can't bring it in any better and you damm
well know why! Urgant was right, when the boy/girl drank the entire
bottle of potion she destabilized every drop of magic in her. With the
amount of raw magic tied up in a Jusenkio curse she's leaking so much
magical static I can't even begin to get a lock on her for a visual.
We're lucky we can still tweak her pleasure centers. As it is unless
one of the other four is within range we aren't going to be able to
see or hear a damm thing she does."
Alright, alright don't get your ass in a bind. Keep trying to get
what you can." Extefan turned to Ergan and asked. "How about you Ergan
have you gotten any more control over our wandering boy."
"Not doing to bad." Ergan looked up at the clear side of the
screen which showed a stocky, powerfully built teenager walking the
streets of Nerima. Dressed in a yellow shirt and black pants and
carrying a massive backpack, he was making his way with a sense of
confidence that would have puzzled any one who knew him. "Of course it
will be a week or so before I can start to have any real control over
what he does, but he seems to be easy enough to steer. He's usually so
lost that he doesn't even think about why he goes one way or the
other. I should have him to the Amazon's restaurant in an hour or so."
"All right then. I guess we just have to wait awhile till our
playthings are in place for another show," Extefan said. Looking up at
the boy on the screen he smiled. It was not a nice smile.

The Tendo home sat quietly bathed in moonlight. In the Koi pond
the full moon floated in serene beauty, silvery light glistened off
the sand in the bottom. A splash of water marked the end of a careless
water beatle as one of the Koi in the pond enjoyed a midnight snack.
The rippling water sent patterns of shadow and light fluttering across
the face of the quiet home.
With the exception of a single lantern lighting the porch and the
front walk, all was dark. For the first time in over a year the Tendo
home floated in a sea of complete and utter peace. Knowledgeable
neighbors were already making travel arrangements.
The stillness was broken by the crunch of gravel as a weary,
bedraggled figure walked through the gate and up the path, Ranma-chan
was home. Gingerly one foot at a time she limped up the path. Reaching
the end of the walkway she winced as she lifted her leg the extra
distance to step up onto the front porch. "Damm that Ryouga, did he
have to be so rough?" Her lips twisted in disgust at herself as the
irony of the words occur to her. "Ya sure, would have been real nice
of him if he'd raped me gentle like, wouldn't it." Firming her mouth,
she shoved aside her self pity and concentrated on vengeance. "You'll
pay Ryouga. I'll be a man again soon, and then you'll pay. You might
not be a pig no more, but I'll still make bacon out of your fat ass.
Or maybe I'll make you a 'real' special hot dog." Cheered by this
uplifting thought Ranma continued on into the darkened home.
Inside, Ranma paused at the bottom of the stairs. She looked up
them to the darkened hallway at the top. Unbidden the thought came to
her, what am I going to tell Akane. What if I meet her in the hallway.
All to often Akane showed up when Ranma least wanted her to. What if
she were up their now, waiting...Well I can't spend the night just
standing here, she thought. Lifting a foot to the first step she
started up. Then, she shuddered as she felt something warm and thick
run down her leg. Ryouga had emptied himself three times in Ranma's
body before finally rolling over and going to sleep. Ranma had been
leaking the results all the way home. In her worry at being discovered
she had forgotten about that little side benefit of her day with
Ryouga. Shuddering once again she turned from the stairs and made her
way to the bathing room.

Ranma slipped out of the last of her grass and dirt stained
clothing. The pants and shirt she tossed into the laundry hamper.
Kasumi had seen worse, Ranma had no fear of her reaction to them. Her
boxers were another matter. Gingerly holding the semen soaked
undergarment between two fingers she dropped it into the trash.
Covering them with a wad of paper from the toilet roll she slammed the
lid down on the trash container. Standing up, she heaved a sigh of
relief over finally riding herself of them.
After thoroughly scrubbing herself several times in the washing
area, she walked over to the furo. Stepping into it she held on to
each side with a hand, and slowly lowered herself into the steaming
water. Bitting back a yelp she winced as the hot water washed over her
sore and abraded flesh. Gritting her teeth she lowered herself the
rest of the way, exhaling through her clenched teeth as she did so.
When she was finally settled all the way into the water she unclenched
her teeth and drew a deep breath. Feeling her muscles already relaxing
she sighed in pleasure as she felt the heat soaking into her sore
aching body. Reaching behind herself Ranma plucked a small folded
towel from a near by stack. Placing it on her head to soak up sweat
she leaned back against the rear of the furo, and slowly slid herself
down into the water until it reached her chin. Once she was
comfortable settled she heaved another sigh, and closed her eyes.
Letting all the muscles in her body relax she let the warm water
cradle her tired form.
After a several minutes of blissful relaxation she stirred
herself. She reached down, and with caution gingerly felt her vagina.
It was still a little tender, but the warm water was soothing and she
still seemed to heal fairly quickly. Idly she wondered if all of
Ryouga's cum had drained out. She had flushed herself out as best she
could with the shower, cold as that had been. She had stopped short of
jamming it tight against her opening however. She just wasn't that
comfortable with her female parts. She might hurt herself. I wonder if
I could ask?...she stopped. Who could she ask? Akane, the very idea
gave her an anticipatory headache. She could feel the mallet already.
Nabiki, ya like she could afford that. Not to mention the fact that
Nabiki would sell the information if she thought she could make a
profit from it. Kasumi, for a second Ranma considered Kasumi, but then
the image of her asking Kasumi how one went about washing cum out of
ones privates quickly put paid to that idea.
Suddenly Ranma sat up straight as it hit her. Ucchan that's who I
can ask. She's my best friend I can tell her anything and she won't
look at me like I crawled out from under a rock. Best of all she'll
kill Ryouga. He won't be able to fight back against a real girl.
Satisfied Ranma settled back down and prepared to soak some more. Idly
her hand returned to her pussy and almost unconsciously she started to
stroke herself. "Ryouga that fink, Ukyou will fix his wagon for him.
Idly she thought back to her encounter with Ryouga her mind drifting
into a recollection of the final time Ryouga had her.

Ranma gasped as she felt Ryouga's prick swell and then jerk as it
emptied it's load deep in her belly. Unlike the first time, she was
aware of the pulsing as it fired jet after jet of hot jism into her.
Ryouga's hands squeezed her tender breasts hard as the shock of his
orgasm caused all his muscles to contract violently. Ranma suppressed
a moan as her tender flesh flowed like bread dough in Ryouga's hands.
Finally Ryouga stopped his frenzied thrusting and relaxing, rested all
his weight on her back, his breath like a bellows beside her ear. He
lay with his head next to hers for a moment before moving himself.
Having caught his breath he released his hold on her breasts and
placing his hands on either side of her body he pushed himself up and
off of her back arching his body so his groin still pressed into her
ass. For a minute he continued to grind his hips into her sore and
tender posterior. Trying to milk every drop of pleasure he could from
her body. Soon however his softening member slid from her opening and
he rolled over and off of her.
Ranma lay still for a while almost afraid to move. She tried to
analyze her feelings at the moment. She hatted the fact that Ryouga
had raped her. Taking his long sought revenge by plundering her body
with his own. Forcing her to sate his lust. Most of all she hatted the
fact that he had played with her body. Had manipulated her new nerve
endings in such a way as to remove her control over her own body. She
had cum repeatedly as he had thrust into her. Every thing she had ever
been, said she should have been vomiting up her guts in disgust at
what he had done to her. Instead she lay here with a feeling of utter
physical bliss. She could never remember ever feeling pleasure so
intense and long lasting. Even as she screamed in her mind against
what had happened, a part of her was replaying the sensations caused
by Ryouga's prick sliding in and out of her body. She found herself
wondering what someone else would feel like. Their body pressed tight
to her as they held her and thrust over and over into her warm hole.
She started as she felt a hand caress her ass. She tried to roll
away from the pressure but another hand quickly caught her before she
could go far. Resting on her belly it pressed her back hard against
the ground. The hand that had caressed her ass now dropped lightly
down between her legs. Her hips arched as she felt Ryouga's finger
push up her well lubricated opening. She reached down and grasped his
wrist with both of her hands and tried to pull his hand away from her
body. It was useless, she might as well be trying to move an iron bar
for all the good it did her. She glared up at Ryouga who merely smiled
down at her as he continued to run his finger in and out of her body.
She tried to hide the effect he was having on her, but the way his
smile widened she suspected he was not fooled. She closed her eyes so
she would not have to look at his leering face.
"What's the matter Ranma, can't look the man who finally beat you
in the eye."
"You ain't beat me yet pig boy." Ranma fired back, then winced as
Ryouga twisted her soft flesh between his probing fingers.
"I guess I'll have to try harder then won't I?" Ryouga snarled.
Damm me, and my big fucking mouth, Ranma though. She felt
Ryouga's fingers undoing the wooden buttons on her shirt and then the
same hand cupping her now bare breast. As soon as he started rolling
her nipple between two fingers the traitorous thing immediately
engorged itself. A give away to Ranma's lust, and lack of control over
the situation. Suddenly she felt Ryouga's hands leave her body and
heard him moving away from her and standing up.
Is he finally leaving me alone? Ranma thought. She felt relief
with a small bit of regret mixed in. Opening her eyes she saw Ryouga
removing his clothing, guess not, she thought. Almost against her will
her eyes went to that part of him that had so recently forced it way
into her body. It did not look so impressive laying softly in his
groin. Still damp from their mingled juices it looked much smaller
than it had felt, when it had been forcing it's way into her. Even as
she watched it twitched and rolled from one side of his balls to the
other. She flinched when it moved, but calmed down when it did not
seem to be getting any harder or larger.
While she had been busy watching Ryouga, he had finished
undressing and he now reached down and grabbed her pants up from where
they trailed across the ground. She had earlier almost crawled out of
them, and they now were only connected to her at the ankles. It was
the work of seconds for Ryouga to remove them from her.
Legs free of their restrictive grip Ranma rolled backwards and
vaulted to her feet. Ryouga was right there when she turned to run
however. He gathered her up in his arms and pressed her tightly to
him. Leaving one hand around her waist he started to divest her of her
silk shirt. Despite her efforts to prevent it her shirt soon fluttered
to the ground, and left her completely naked. Ryouga pressed her body
tight against his. She flushed as the feel of her breasts flattening
between their bodies sent shivers running through her. She found
herself conscious of their bare skin touching. Ryouga's smooth skin
covered a layer of rock hard muscles. She was sure she could feel them
writhe under his skin where ever her body came in contact with his.
Ryouga slowly ran a hand down her back stoking her spine gently
until he came to the base of her back and continued down to cup her
ass. She found herself trying to arch her back under that gentle
touch, like a cat leaning into the hand that stroked it. Ryouga
continued to run the fingers of one hand up and down her back. With
the other he gently squeezed her ass, stroking and kneading it. His
fingers crept into the cleft of her bottom and slowly moved their way
down until he could touch her warm wet slit. As Ranma tried to push
her way out of his grip, he tightened his arm around her waist, and
shoved a forefinger as far as it would go up her pussy. Ranma stiffed
in shock at this latest outrage. For just a second the though of
kneeing him in the groin passed through her mind but almost as quickly
it was discarded...Why not? She suddenly wondered, it's what she
should have done right at the beginning. Why hadn't she? For some
reason her mind shied away from the thought. Angrily she forced her
training to the forefront. Flexing her muscles she prepared to raise
Ryouga's balls to the level of his eyes.
Suddenly the most intense wave of pleasure Ranma had ever felt
washed through her body. Far more intense than anything she had felt
as Ryouga had taken her earlier. She had an orgasm, and then another,
and yet another. Wave after wave of sensation crashed through her body
and she twisted and writhed in Ryouga's grip. She was completely
unaware as Ryouga's eyes glazed over. Did not notice his cock, which
had been hanging limp between his legs springing suddenly to life. Nor
was she aware when Ryouga laid her on her back, and positioned himself
between her legs. Only when he trust up into her spasming pussy did a
glimmer of sanity return to her. Looking up she saw Ryouga's eyes were
glazed and glassy. Then suddenly they cleared and looked into her own.
He looked puzzled for a minute as if he had no idea as to how they had
ended up in this position. Then his face cleared as he felt the grip
of her tight little pussy around his member. He gave her a twisted
smile as he thrust himself fully into her.
"This is what I was missing last time Ranma, he said. His hips
lifted up and down shuttling his cock back and forth in her. I want to
look you in the eyes as I take you." His motions slowed and he
continued to talk to the pinned girl. "Can you feel it Ranma? Just the
tip is in you right now, just barely inside your little pussy. Now
feel this!" Ever so slowly Ryouga pushed his way into Ranma never
taking his eyes off of her face. "Feel it Ranma, it's my cock and it's
going into your body. There's one inch...there's two. Feel it pushing
aside your flesh as it shoves into you. There's three...four." Ryouga
paused and held his position, frozen with half his cock outside of
Ranma's body. Feel it Ranma!" he gently moved his hips in a circular
motion using his prick to stir her honey pot. "Want more Ranma? It's
right here, all you have to do is move your hips. Or better yet beg
me. That's good, I think I'd like that. Say O please Ryouga put the
rest of your cock in my belly. Can you say that Ranma, Hmmm?" He
stopped all motion once again.
Ranma gasped, and tried to prevent the reflex hunch of her hips
as her body cried out for a continuation of the stimulation Ryouga had
stopped. Despite her best efforts she could not prevent a tiny upward
lunge. Not much, but enough for Ryouga to notice.
"Come on, you can do better than that Ranma." he said "Here it
is, come and get it." With that Ryouga withdrew his cock all the way
out of Ranma and left just the tip touching the mouth of her opening.
Showing remarkable muscular control he moved his hips just enough to
brush the head of his member over her engorged and swollen flesh.
Ranma was so busy fighting to control herself, she failed to
notice the sheen of sweat that had appeared on Ryouga's forehead. Mute
testimony to the strain he was feeling. Ranma was not the only one
experiencing a need to feel flesh pistoning in flesh. It was a
standoff, but Ranma had the advantage. All she had to do was lie
still, and concentrate all her will power on resisting the need she
felt. Despite being racked by wave after wave of sensation, she fought
on. Despite being brought right to the brink and then dropped, without
the release she craved, she held on. She was 'not' going to give
Ryouga this final victory. Ryouga, on the other hand, as the one in
control of their bodies needed to take action in order to tempt Ranma
into the final surrender. Maybe if he had been more experienced he
could have held out. Doubtful, one thing Ranma had not lost was her
stubbornness, and she would have resisted long past the point where
Ryouga finally gave up.
With a roar half of lust and half of foiled anger Ryouga scooped
Ranma's legs up and over his shoulders. Continuing the motion he
forced her feet down to the ground on either side of her head. Holding
her legs in place with a grip on each ankle he raised himself up onto
the tip of his toes and jolted his hips forward. His eight inches
plunged into her body. Pierced to the core Ranma reached the plateau
that Ryouga had tried to deny her. Throwing her arms tightly around
Ryouga she clawed at his flesh as yet again wave after wave of
pleasure flooded through her. Not as intense as earlier but more than
enough to bring gasps of pleasure from her. Ryouga felt nothing as her
fingernails tore his back, all his thoughts were tied up in the eight
inch cylinder of meat that he plunged into Ranma's upturned pussy. His
thighs beat out a cadence on her ass as he plunged into her body again
and again.

"Ranma!? What ever are you doing.!?!?" A voice suddenly shouted
out.
"Ranma started in shock, her body still trembling with the
strength of her memory. Then she realized two things. One her body was
trembling because she had just brought herself to orgasm with her
fingers while recollecting her rape. Two, Nabiki was standing in the
bathroom a glass in one hand and a shocked expression on her face.
"Akkk gluppp." Ranma cried, as she slipped below the water in her
surprise. A second later she burst from the furo coughing and wheezing
as a result of the water she had swallowed.
"Really Ranma." Nabiki drawled as she wiped water from her face.
"You should really be a little more considerate. The water in the Furo
does have to last for a while. Whatever would Akane think if she were
to..." Nabiki paused as her mind registered the fact that Ranma was
female and sitting in a tub of hot water. "Well, well what have you
done now Ranma-chan."
"I ain't talking to you Nabiki." Ranma answered in a sulky tone
of voice.
"I see, I really should let the rest of the family know about the
furo. After all it is most unsanitary. My, I hope I can catch Akane
before she actually gets into the water."
Ranma blanched at the thought of Akane's reaction to the news of
her masturbating in the furo, or of her masturbating anywhere for that
matter. "It ain't my fault I tell you, it's this stupid body."
"O come now Ranma. You've been trapped as a female before."
Nabiki said with a superior smile on her face. "I'm certain I would
have remembered any behavior like this. Even the time you thought you
were a girl for real, you were to prissy to even think of anything as
dirty as this. Nope don't buy it, there's got to be some other reason,
so out with it. Shampoo get you with another potion that didn't work
quite the way she wanted? Spill it Ranma. Or would you rather I went
and asked your father if this is normal behavior."
Once again Ranma blanched, visualizing endless hours of her
father wailing to the world what a disgrace his son is. Another image
even scarier than that supplanted it. What about his mother, she had
once expected her to commit sepuku in the event that she was not a man
among men. Only the fact that Ranma had peeped at Akane in the bath
had convinced her that Ranma was not effected by her curse, and was
truly a man.. What would she do if she found out about this. Nabiki
often gave no thought to the effects of her money making schemes.
Witness Ranma and Akane's attempt at a wedding. Nabiki had sold the
location of the wedding to all of Akane's rivals. The chaos at the
wedding had almost resulted in serious injury to Akane. Giving up she
hung her head and said. "It wasn't Shampoo, It was Ryouga's potion.
"Ryouga! Doesn't sound like something he would do. He never
struck me as someone who would want to trap you as a girl. He always
seemed so determined to beat you as a guy."
Ranma snorted at this, thinking Ryouga had taken quite a lot of
pleasure in beating her as a girl. Her ass was still red and slightly
swollen. Honesty forced her to admit that Nabiki was right however.
"Wasn't suppose to trap me as a girl. It destroys the magic that
causes the change." Her voice lowered and she mumbled the rest.
"What was that Ranma, I didn't quite get it."
"I said." Ranma started and then hesitated. Seeing the stern look
Nabiki directed at him he gave in and continued. "I didn't ask Ryouga
how it worked, I saw him drink it and then dump cold water over
himself. I thought it was a cure." she got defensive. "Hey it made
sense, all those time's I tried to find the spring of drowned man. I
expected to be a girl when I jumped in. How else was it going to
work."
"So let me get this straight...you see Ryouga take the potion as
a guy, dump cold water over his head and not change...what didn't he
not change into by the way?...No forget it, not important now I guess
if he's cured. So you seeing this, rush in and drink the potion. Did
Ryouga have several bottles of this stuff?" Nabiki wondered out loud.
"I'm sure the other's would pay lots for a cure that works."
"He, Aa doesn't have any more I drank all he had left."
Nabiki stared at her in suspicion "What are you not mentioning
Ranma." she went over the details of what Ranma had told her. Tapping
her teeth with a fingernail she gave Ranma a speculative look. "How
much of a dose did Ryouga take?"
Ranma's blush indicated she had guessed right. Her answer
confirmed it. "One drop" she murmured in a very abashed voice.

Nabiki looks at her former future brother in law for a second.
"One drop?"
Ranma nodded her head in affirmation, an embarrassed look on her
face.
"And you drank the entire bottle?" again Ranma nodded, her head
turned away, not able to look Nabiki in the eye.
"You're really a piece of work, you know that Ranma- chan."
Nabiki said. "So now you're trapped as a girl. Any idea for how long?"
"Ryouga said for good." Ranma suddenly twitched, and an alarmed
expression crossed her face. Nabiki noticed and a speculative
expression crossed her's.
Ranma turned to look at Nabiki, a determined expression on her
face. She was going to ask a question of Nabiki. If any one had told
her five minutes ago she would have asked this of Nabiki she would
have laughed in their face. A renewal of the feeling in her groin was
forcing her to ask it. Even as she tried to word the question she
could feel herself starting to lubricate. Lubricate!, a day ago that
was something you did to a machine. Now it was something her body did
to itself to get ready to be fucked!
"How...how do you stand it Nabiki?...how can you be so cool all
the time?... how can any of you be so calm?"
Nabiki gives the little red head a puzzled look. "Stand what
Ranma-chan?"
Ranma blushed red "You know, the feeling." Seeing Nabiki's blank
look she got even more flustered. Then suddenly it occurred to her
that Nabiki might be misunderstanding her on purpose. It was the sort
of thing Nabiki liked to do. She enjoyed watching people twist in the
wind. Suddenly angry Ranma forgot her embarrassment and demonstrated
in as blunt a fashion as possible. "I mean this!!" Ranma reaches down
and slid her finger along her sex. Holding the glistening finger in
front of Nabiki's face she yells. "How can you girls walk around so
calm all the time when your body is doing this to you!? How can you be
so cool when you feel like you're going to explode if you don't do
something to bring yourself off!? How_do_you_do_it!!? There was no way
Nabiki could misunderstand her now. Ranma looked up at the taller
brown haired girl. She had backed Nabiki all the way across the
bathroom and up against the wall. Ranma kept the glistening finger
right in front of Nabiki's face. Nabiki's eyes crossed as she found
herself staring with horrified fascination at the glistening digit.
"Aa, well, as it happens we don't" she finally got out after
manufacturing enough spit to lubricate her suddenly dry mouth. "You
mean you've been like this since the potion?" Nabiki's eyes move from
Ranma's finger to her crotch, and then she snatched her gaze back to
Ranma's face, blushing furiously. Embarrassed at her loss of
composure, she decided to match bluntness with bluntness. "The thing
is Ranma-chan we don't get like that unless something arouses us. So
what have you been thinking Hmmm? What has you so hot and bothered
that you're leaking like a broken bucket."
"Not..nothing, I ain't had a single thing like that cross my
mind. She blushed as she recalled her reaction to her remembrance of
Ryouga fucking her. "At least not first off" she amended her
statement. "I mean I start getting this funny feeling first, and then
I get wet, then, I start to get weird thoughts."
"Hmmm." Nabiki ponders for a minute. "This is only a guess, I may
be wrong, but you did end up trapped because of a magic potion. Are
you sure it had no effect on you other than canceling the magic that
lets you change? How about Ryouga? Did he have any symptoms that might
have been a side effect of the potion?"
Suddenly, like a flashbulb had gone off in Ranma's head, it hit
her. "Of course that has to be it. There's no way Ryouga would have
ever raped me if he wasn't affected by some potion! He don't have the
guts to do it on his own!" Ranma suddenly noticed the silence from
Nabiki. Looking over she saw that Nabiki was staring at her, eyes as
wide as saucers. "Oops" Ranma thought to herself
Finally Nabiki managed to squeak out. "Ryouga...rap..raped you?"
She stuttered.
"Aa well ya sort of." Ranma suddenly realized that this might not
have been something she wanted Nabiki to know. "Hey you won't tell
Akan...." she trails off in horror as she looks at the black haired
girl standing in the bathroom doorway. She was dressed in the top of a
white karate Gi and holding an empty water glass. "Ak..Akkk...Akane?"
Akane looked at her fiance in horror. "Ryouga...r..r..r?"
"Raped me? Ya sort of." Ranma couldn't bear to look at Akane's
face, she turned so she faced away from the other girl. "It don't mean
nothing though. It ain't like I'm a girl or nothing. Shit, remember
when Ryouga tried to shove my face through two feet of ice. That hurt
a hell of a lot worse then when he...when he..."
"Raped you" Nabiki said softly.
"Ya no biggie, right. I mean he and I weren't even thinkin
straight, right. This weird ass potion Ryouga found screwed us up
good." Tears start to run down Ranma's face. "It ain't like it changes
nothing, right? I'm still a guy, right?" She turned to Akane. I'm
still a guy inside, it don't matter what happened between me and
Ryouga. I'm still a guy." Ranma stopped talking and looked at Akane
with a pleading look in her blue eyes. The pity and sorrow in Akane's
eyes, as she simply stood there looking at Ranma fractured her heart.
With a cry of anguish she rushed from the room, brushing by Nabiki and
Akane.
"Ranma!" Akane started after her, but a sudden shout from Nabiki
stopped her.
"Hold it Akane! You don't want to go after her like that. Not
with what you're feeling, and thinking right now."
Akane looked at her sister in disbelief. Nabiki merely smiled
back in that infuriating manner she had. The look on her face clearly
saying, I know something you don't know.
"How can you say that? She's been raped for gods sake. I have to
help her, I have to tell her."
"What, what do you have to tell her? That every thing will be
fine, and that she can get counseling, and you'll be there for her."
"Yes, yes all of that, she needs help Nabiki!"
"No she does not! Not that type of help. Listen up sister dear.
Ranma doesn't give a damm about what Ryouga did to her. She's handling
it in her own way. It might not be healthy, and it might not be what a
normal girl would do, but she's dealing with it. What she can not face
is you knowing it happened to her!!"
"W...why" Akane stuttered surprised at her sisters vehemence
"Because she loves you, and she thinks that without that all
important piece of meat between her legs she has nothing to offer her.
She thinks that all you'll see now, is that she's a girl. She's afraid
that you won't see her as a man now. So the question for you is. Are
you going to tell her the truth?"
"What, I don't..."
"O give it a rest Akane, do you think I'm stupid? I've seen you
look at Ranma's girl half. I saw you the day she first got here."
Nabiki's voice goes high in a bad imitation of Akane acting Kawai. "Hi
I'm Akane, want to be friends? Hell you were practically creaming in
your panties. And when she beat you, did you get all upset at losing.
No you were so hot for her body you laughed it off. You Miss
Competitive 1995, laughed off another fighter making you look silly."
"I don't...?"
Nabiki interrupted her again, "You're gay Akane, face it, you
like girls, You love Ranma's girl side not Ranma-kun."
Akane got red in the face and yelled at her. "So what if I do? He
hates being a girl. If I ever told him the truth Ranma would drop me
like a red hot brick. He'd be shacking up with Shampoo or Ukyou in a
day to wash me out of his mind."
"Well that's not going to happen now Akane. He's a she now, and
may be for good. Just think about this, she thinks you won't be
interested in her as a girl. You're afraid that she won't be
interested in you, if she knows you're interested in her as a girl. It
sounds pretty silly to me. I think the two of you should really talk
Hmmm? Seeing the doubt in Akane's eyes she sighed. "There's something
I want to try, but I don't think it'll work. It might however solve
your problem if it does. The question is whether you have the guts to
tell Ranma the truth if it doesn't."
Akane looked at Nabiki for a moment her emotions playing across
her face, doubt and fear chasing each other across her countenance.
Then she seemed to come to a decision. "All right what's this idea of
your's Nabiki." The two girls left the bathroom as Nabiki explained to
Akane what she planned to try.

"Shampoo no know about this, maybe wait for great Grandmother get
back from China."
Ryouga, Mousse and Shampoo were standing in the kitchen of the
Nekohatten. On the shelf were dozens of bottles, bags and the remains
of several dried plants. A small pot rested inside another larger one
that was filled with cold water. Beside the two pots was a small
bottle containing a thick golden liquid.
"Well you do what you want but I'm due for a dose right about
now," Ryouga said. He took the small bottle and carefully let a single
drop fall from it into a glass of water he held in his other hand.
Then smiling at the other two cursed humans he drank it down with a
single swallow, mouth twisting at the taste. Then quickly setting down
the glass he picked up a bucket he had already filled with cold water
earlier. Upending it over his head he let the cold liquid run over his
body. He grinned, enjoying the look of shock that flooded across his
companions faces.
Mousse was the first to recover, and he reached out for the
bottle only to have it snatched out from under his hand by the purple
haired Amazon. Shampoo ignored his protests, and quickly duplicated
Ryouga's actions.
Mousse picked up the salt shaker and started to duplicate her
action. Ryouga acting with unusual solicitude, took the salt shaker
from the half blind Amazon boy.
"Here Mousse let me." Ryouga repeated the procedure and handed
Mousse a prepared glass of water. He then handed Mousse a bucket of
water. Minutes latter the three formerly cursed humans stood in a
dripping circle smiling at each other. Or rather Shampoo and Ryouga
smiled at each other. Mousse smiled at a mop.
"O my darling Shampoo!, at last we are cured! Now we can return
to our village and live in bliss together." Mousse said.
"Stupid Mousse, potion make you stupider then normal. Shampoo
take cure to Ranma, and he be happy to marry her for it."
"Never! I will not allow this Shampoo, Ranma is not worthy of
walking the same earth as you." Mousse produced twin swords from his
sleeves. "I will sever him from this exist"...>Splash, bong.<
The large tub of water Shampoo threw at Mousse might not have
turned him into a duck, but the large metal container worked just as
well at shutting him up.
"Mousse not harm hair on Shampoo's husband or Shampoo kill stupid
Mousse!"
"But Shampoo" whined Mousse.
"Hold it, hold it." Ryouga said. "There's no need for you to take
the cure to Ranma, Shampoo. He's already had it.'
"Really? Shampoo must go and celebrate with husband. Now pervert
girl have no reason get in Shampoo's way." Shampoo dashed out of the
restaurant leaving behind a smiling Ryouga and a fuming Mousse.
"Ryouga how could you give that enemy of women the cure? I should
cut 'you' in half for that!" Mousse screamed at the lost boy.
"It wasn't my fault" Ryouga said "She took it when my back was
turned and drank the whole bottle. That's why I had to come here to
make some more.
"You should not have been so careless. Thanks to you Ranma will
have no weakness I can exploit. There will no longer be a reason for
Shampoo to abandon that pervert."
Ryouga gave the former duck boy a nasty smile. "I wouldn't
exactly say that. You weren't listening, I said 'she' drank the
'whole' bottle"
Mousse looked puzzled for a second, then an expression of shock
crossed his face as he recalled Ryouga's comments regarding the
potions effect on some one who drank it in their cursed form. "You
mean she's..."
"A girl for real. You bet."
"Are you sure? There's no way she can change back, she's really a
girl for good?" Mousse asked with glee.
"That's right a girl for good." Suddenly Ryouga felt an
overwhelming urge to tell Mousse the rest. He fought it down, raping
Ranma was not something he was remembering with any real fondness. He
did not know how he had lost control that badly. The urge to tell came
again and he found himself remembering how good it had felt to take
his hated enemy at the time. Ranma had humiliated Mousse many a time.
The Amazon had a right to know how far their mutual enemy had fallen.
Giving in to the urge, Ryouga decided to tell Mousse. "As a matter of
fact you could say I verified it personally. "
Mousse looked at him in puzzlement.
"Lets just say I took Ranma's new body for a test drive. Three
times as a matter of fact." he stated with a lecherous smile, and a
touch of pride.
"I don't understand" Mousse said with a puzzled frown, trying to
make out Ryouga's meaning.
"I mean I turned her over my knee and spanked her." Mousse broke
into a broad smile. "Then I shoved her face in the dirt, pulled down
my pants and...fucked her!" Ryouga drawled out the last two words.
Mousses smile turned to a look of shock. "You had sex with
Saotome!!?"
"No, I fucked Saotome." Ryouga corrected him. "Think about it,
haven't you ever wanted to see Ranma helpless. At your mercy." Ryouga
stared intently at Mousse. "Haven't you wanted to show him what it
really like to go through hell.
"Yes, but to...to have sex with him!!"
"To fuck" Ryouga corrected. "To use for your pleasure, not
'hers'." Ryouga corrected Mousse's gender reference. "Ranma 'is' a
girl now, remember. Give you any ideas?"
"No, never" Mousse denied, and it was the truth, the thought
never had crossed his mind. Even as he denied ever thinking such a
thing however Ryouga's words seemed to conjure up an image in his
mind. Almost as if he had been there, he could see Ryouga between
Ranma's legs his ass moving up and down as he drove his member into
the small girl trapped underneath him. Then the image shifted, and
instead of Ryouga it was Mousse between the red heads legs, plundering
her body with his manhood. Ryouga smiled as he saw a bulge form in
Mousse's pants. The Master of Hidden weapon was having difficulty in
keeping one particular weapon hidden.
"It's an interesting thought is it not?" Ryouga said.
Mousse shook off the disturbing image in his mind. "Never, I love
only Shampoo and I would never betray her with another. Especially not
Ranma. I would never engage in such a perversion!" The bulge in his
pants did not diminish however, and Ryouga smiled at his empty words.

"Shit" Extefan said. "Thought I had him there."
"Relax" Ergan said, "You can't push it. You can place images in
his mind, tweak his pleasure center, but you can't make him act out
something against his most strongly held belief, not yet anyway.
Remember he's an Amazon male, he's conditioned. The mere thought of
taking a woman without her consent is anathema to him. When the
opportunity presents itself remember to emphasis that this Ranma is
not really a girl. Search his mind, find times when this Ranma
humiliated him." Ergan developed a thoughtful look. "One thing that
might work is to get him thinking that if he can take Ranma, it would
make him seem more like a man in his girlfriends mind. Maybe Regant
can help you there. He turned to Regant who was busy watching the
screen as Shampoo leaped from rooftop to rooftop in her journey to the
Tendos'. He had a sour look on his face unlike the happy lustful looks
his three fellows shared. "How about it Regant, you think you could
get your's to give Extefan's the idea that screwing this Ranma would
make her hot for him?"
"Why the fuck should I!?" Regant snapped out at him.
"What crawled up you shorts and died!?" Ergan said in surprise
"Why the fuck do I get a girl!? The rest of you get guys. When
the potion gets going full blast we'll be able to feel every thing
they feel. You bastards get to feel a prick shoving into a pussy, Some
chick gives one of them a blow job or takes it up the ass you get to
feel that as well. Well I got news for you. I ain't to pleased with
being on the other side. I ain't real happy with the thought of
feeling some guy shoving something into me."
"You ain't got much choice! Extefan growled at the much smaller
demon. "We measured up and you lost remember."
Regent repressed an angry rejoinder. Sometimes it really sucked
being the smallest demon in a band. You always got the shit jobs. Well
I don't got to like it and if some male with a curse shows up I'm
bailing out of this chick. Right?"
"Sure no problem" Nendex said. "I'll be glad to give you the
panda if someone better comes along. He grinned at the angry Regent.
As the second smallest in the band, he took a special pleasure in
lording it over the smallest. Disgusted, Regant turned his attention
away from Nendex, and looked back at the screen.
"What the fuck!?" Everyone spun and looked at Regant, and then
turned to look at the screen to see what had surprised him. "I've been
keeping a passive scan on the girl/boy in case something came up"
Regent said. "Well it looks like something has but I'm dammed if I
know why!"
All four demon's looked at the handsome well built man in the
mirror, he was about five foot nine inches, with a strong face and
neck length brown hair in a rather feminine cut. He was dripping wet,
and was looking at the familiar pig tailed figure of Ranma with a sour
look on his face. Next to Ranma was a figure they recognized as Akane
Tendo from the memories they had scanned from Ryouga's mind. None of
them recognized the brown haired man and the image was definitely
centered around him.
"A new curse victim?" Extefan asked in a questioning voice.
"No, or at least not quite." Regant said. "It's some sort of
variation." He concentrated, "damm" he muttered in surprise. Ignoring
the rest of his fellows he continued to concentrate. Finally he leaned
back and roared with laughter. "This is great" He chortled.

"What?" the others all chorused together
He looked up at them with a smug look on his face and said.
"Instant nanniichuan powder, a whole fucking case of the stuff." For a
minute the others just looked at him, puzzlement on their faces. They
turned to look at each other, and seeing that none of the others had
any more idea then they did, they all turned back to Regant.
He looked at them in disbelief. "Didn't any of you listen to
Urgant when he laid this scam out three weeks ago. He went over the
whole Jusenkio connection."
"Shit you know how long winded that old fart is. I had better
things to do with my time then to listen to him go on and on and on."
Extefan said.
Regant sighed and wiped his hand down his face. "Ok, well you'll
want to listen to this. So pay attention and we'll soon be having our
fun a whole lot sooner than you thought." This caught their attention
and they gave him their full regard.
"Well to start with the springs of Jusenkio was created by a
human wizard who's king wanted to marry his horse. Needless to say he
was a little crazy, the king that is, not the wizard. The wizard being
attached to his head, and not wanting to lose it, performed a major
summoning and raised the king of the Shikima. As a condition of his
release the King created a magic pool of transformation. The Human
king threw a village girl into the pool to create a template, and then
rode his horse into the spring. The horse turned into a girl, so did
the king, who as I said was a little crazy. The last act of the
Shikima king was to create a magic kettle and ladle that could either
lock a creature into their cursed form or remove the lock on that
form. Several decades later a massive earth quake buried the pool and
for several centuries it was forgotten. Then springs began to appear
on the site of the original pool and things started to die in them.
Now humans believe that the curse comes into affect when something
drowns in the spring. The truth of the matter is that if anything
larger than a certain size falls into a non cursed spring, it kills
whatever it is and forms a pattern that will transform anything that
falls into that spring into whatever the template was. I mean how do
the humans think an octopus drowned? Later of course when all the
springs had curses the drowning rule started to apply. If anything
larger then the current cursed form drowns in a spring it replaces the
old curse. I suppose if the springs last long enough every spring will
have a curse of drowned elephant. Anyway that's why every spring is
not some form of insect. It takes a certain size animal to activate
the magic, and a larger size to replace the first form.
Now this is where we come into this. There is a hell of a pile of
magic tied up in a curse. It is very tightly organized and does a
specific thing. Now when our potion is swallowed by a cursed person it
disorganizes a small part of that magic returning it to it's original
raw state, which is Shikima magic. This gives us a link that lets us
synchronize our minds with who ever is taking the potion. Because we
had Ryouga here for three weeks we were able to form a connection with
him. We can use that link, to link with anyone he comes into contact
with that has raw Shikima magic in their system. The longer Ryouga and
the others take the potion the stronger the link gets. As well,
because Shikima magic is based on lust it works on them all by itself
to make them horny without any help from us." In a way it's a great
aphrodisiac. Of course you have to be cursed first for it to work, but
hey some guys will do anything for a woody right?"
The other three demons all nodded in understanding. "We know
this, what about this instant nanniichuan powder. How do you dry a
spring anyway?." Extefan said.
"You don't" Regant said. "The powder is actually sediment from
the bottom of a pond that is at least a thousand years old. It is so
saturated with the magic of the spring that if you dry it and then mix
it with water you can get a one time only Jusenkio spring.
This is where the good stuff comes in. It's an inferior curse, so
it does not have the magical shell that protects the personality of
the cursed person from their new form. This means that if a girl is
turned into a guy" Here Regant gestures at the Brown haired man on the
screen. "Like that one for instance, they will start to react to their
new body the same way the red head did, and because all those feelings
are new they'll be a lot hornier than a normal guy, just because their
brains ain't used to handling the new signals. Now the stuff that was
making me laugh was this. As soon as this curse is given to a person
it starts to decay. This releases a steady stream of raw Shikima magic
into their body." Regant smiles as he sees the others starting to
realize what he is getting at. "This means just like the cursed people
taking our potion we can link up with them. The really good stuff is
that there is a better connection with them in the beginning. Right
off the bat we can place thoughts and memories right into their minds,
and they'll think it's their own. In addition the raw magic will start
to effect their libido. They'll jump at a suggestion that will offer
them some relief. Now what say we see what we can make out of the
current situation shall we.
Regant and the other three demons turn back to the large viewing
disk. As one their hands reach inside robes, and they start to softly
stroke their engorging members.

Nabiki raised a hand and for the second time that night wiped
water from her... no his face. Unlike in the bath this water had done
more than just wet him. Nabiki looked down at his body. Fortunately
her..his pajamas had a lot of slack. Not that he seemed to have gained
as much mass as Ranma did when she turned male.
"Well, isn't this special," he drawled, looking up at Akane and
Ranma, who were both looking at him in shock. Nabiki had not really
thought the instant nanniichuan would work, it seemed too easy a
solution, but he had not expected how badly it would not work.
Akane had been so pleased to learn that Nabiki had an entire
crate of it in his room, she had not even thought to ask why. Nabiki
was heartily glad of that. It was one of his more spectacular
failures. Who would have thought that his customers would be so
chicken hearted. They had no problem with the 'toys' he sold but a
little thing like switching your gender for a few hours. Uh, uh no
way, was the response.
Anyway the upshot of this was she had a whole case, nearly five
hundred pouches, gathering dust in her bedroom closet. Ranma's
situation had offered her a possibility of recouping some of her
losses. Ranma had certainly raised no objection to the attempt. Indeed
if dear little sister, here Nabiki directed a sour look at Akane, had
not insisted on payment, only after Nabiki had proved the
effectiveness of the instant nanniichuan, she would have owned Ranma.
Every thing had worked fine at first, dump the water in the bucket,
mix in the powder, all went fine and as expected. When Nabiki had
thrown the water at Ranma, that was when things went awry.
Some sort of golden aura had sprung up around Ranma. As the water
had contacted it, there had been a flare of energy and the water had
been violently repelled. Naturally, Nabiki, being the person who threw
the water, was in the middle of it's return path and got it right back
in her face. So now Nabiki was a he and Ranma was still a she.
Having dried his face, Nabiki looked over at her sister and
Ranma. "So now what?" he asked the two young girls. Ranma was still
looking at him with shock, and seemed unable to deal with this
revelation. She had been sure that the instant nanniichuan would
restore her to her natural form. To have her hopes dashed in such an
uncompromising manner had left her numb.
Akane was not much better. She too had hoped with all her heart
that the water would work, thus saving her from having to tell Ranma
of her attraction to Ranma's female half. The spectacular failure of
the instant nanniichuan, and Nabiki's new male form had rendered her
as numb as Ranma. Both of them stared in shock at the now male Nabiki
until he snapped his fingers in front of their faces. Blinking their
eyes they slowly came back to the real world. Ranma was the first to
recover, and the bitterness she felt at having her hopes raised and
then dashed flavored her voice.
"Well isn't that just peachy." She said in a sarcastic tone. "I'm
still a girl, and Nabiki's a guy." Her voice then took on a bitter and
angry note. "Brilliant plan Akane. I should have know better then to
think an incompetent tomboy like you could actually find a solution."
Akane turned red and was about to make an angry retort when Ranma
interrupted her before she could even start to reply.

"Why don't you two just leave me alone!?" Ranma shouted. She
tried to place as much anger into her voice as she could. She
desperately wanted to get the two of them out of her bedroom. The by
now familiar and hateful burning feeling between her legs had been
getting stronger and stronger ever since she had rushed out of the
bathroom. She was desperately afraid that she would do something that
would give away the fact that she had turned into the pervert Akane
had always accused her of being. She could not bear for Akane to find
out. The thought of the contempt that Akane would feel for her if that
happened, filled her with fear.
She would not even have let Akane and Nabiki into her room if it
had not been for Nabiki's possession of the instant nanniichuan. Now
that it had failed she was growing afraid that she would not be able
to conceal her condition from Akane for much longer. Nabiki's new male
form was not helping matters any either. Much to her dismay, merely
being in the presence of a male seemed to have escalated the burning
feeling.

Akane had been feeling a great deal of stress over the
possibility that she might have to confess her feeling for Ranma's
female form. She had then found herself further stressed by the
possibility of the instant nanniichuan removing the necessity of
'that' confession. Now that hope had crashed, and Ranma was behaving
as usual, like a total jerk. Before she was even aware of it Akane
found she had slipped into an old familiar pattern of behavior. "RANMA
NO BAKA!" >SMACK<
She stormed from the room after leaving a livid red hand print on
Ranma's cheek. Nabiki sighed in disgust, and took a brief glance at
Ranma-chan, who had been flattened against one of the bedroom walls by
the force of Akane's blow. He then followed his sister out of the
room. Once in the hallway he was met by a teary Akane.
"What am I going to do. He's such a jerk. That Baka! How can I
ever tell him the truth? He'll never understand." After blurting all
this out in one fast burst, she grabbed Nabiki, and buried her face in
his chest. Nabiki gasped as he felt his rips creak under the force of
Akane's hug.

"Well...first of....all...I....suggest you...let me go." Nabiki
said, gasping the words out as he fought for air. Akane complied with
this request, and having backed off a little stood in front of him
wiping her face with the sleeve of her training Gi. Breathing deeply
he tried to regain the breath that Akane had squeezed out of his
lungs. When after a minute he felt able he started to talk. "What I
suggest..."

"AAAHHHHHHH GOD, O GOD, O GOD!!"
Nabiki froze in shock as the cry echoed through the house. He
shared a brief look with Akane, and then as one they turned and raced
back into Ranma's room. They stopped short in shock at the sight that
greeted them. Ranma lay on the floor, her body convulsing. As they
watched she once again screamed and her body arched until only her
head and feet were touching the ground. Her hands slapped the floor on
either side of her rigid body, her arms flailing in response to her
misfiring nervous system. Akane rushed across the room and knelt
beside Ranma. Placing her arms around the smaller girl she pulled
Ranma into her lap, and tried to stop her thrashing. Nabiki could see
the tendons in Akane's exposed arms bulge and twist as she used her
considerable strength in an effort to stop Ranma's movement.
Nabiki blinked in shock as a blue aura began to dimly come into
view around Akane as she unconsciously began to call on her Ki to
contain Ranma's thrashing. It was the first time Nabiki had ever seen
her do that without being in a towering rage. The sight of Ranma's
flesh turning white where Akane was griping her brought him back to
the matter at hand,
That's not going to work. She'll just break the poor girls back
hugging her like that, Nabiki thought. "Akane stop it, you'll hurt
her. Let her have some slack for gods sake."
Akane stared at him in shock for a minute and then her face
cleared as she realized the truth of what Nabiki was saying. She
relaxed her grip somewhat and allowed Ranma to thrash a little more
freely. Akane still tried to control the smaller girls movement in
hope of preventing her from causing herself an injury, but she stopped
trying to hold her completely immobile. The blue aura that had
surrounded her faded away. Having prevented Akane from hurting Ranma,
Nabiki turned to leave the room.
I have to get Dr. Tofu here, he thought.
{Wait, what about what Ranma told me. I know she mentioned
something like this. What was it?...She said she experienced
convulsions before with Ryouga .}
Wait how could she have told me that? Nabiki thought in
puzzlement. Akane walked in right after she mentioned Ryouga raping
her. Nabiki frowned as she tried to reconcile two different sets of
memories, then his face cleared as he remembered
{O yes, now I remember. Ranma mentioned it before she brought up
the rape.}
Nabiki found he now clearly remembered the conversation where
Ranma told him in detail about the afternoon she had spent with
Ryouga. The shock of Akane walking in on them, and the incident with
the instant nanniichuan must have driven the memory of it out of his
mind. I guess switching gender will do that to a person, Nabiki
thought. Maybe that's why Ranma's such a duffus...Naa, she's just
naturally a jerk.

*************

"I don't believe it. Just like that he buys it." Extefan said. He
looked over to where Nendex was sitting talking softly to himself as
he vocalized the thoughts he was placing in Nabiki's mind. "How can he
just accept the complete rewriting of his memories?"
"It has to do with the situation." Regant said, answering for
Nendex who was too busy to do so for himself. "He's in a highly
stressful situation and he has no reason to believe that his memories
are not true. It's human nature, we give him memories that help him
understand and deal with the stressful situation. He _doesn't want_ to
question those memories! He remembers clearly what Nendex is putting
in his head. Why should he question them? If he did that, then he
would have one more problem on top of the current one. No, he'll grab
hold of anything we can give him, as long as it helps him deal with
this, or any other crisis. Maybe if we tried this in a more relaxed
situation he would start to wonder why certain memories did not jibe
with other recollections, but... Whoops, duty calls." He said as he
broke of the conversation suddenly
With this Regant turned his attention back to the section of
screen that showed Nabiki, Akane and Ranma. Ranma had calmed down a
little and was hugging Akane like a life line. She was drawing in
great whooping gasps of air as she tried to regain the breaths her
convulsions had not let her take.
Regent straightened the fore finger of his right hand. With his
left hand he pulled his right hand thumb back. Then having shaped his
hand into a child's version of a handgun Regent pointed the forefinger
of his right hand at the image of Ranma- chan on the screen. "Bang,
Bang," he whispered letting his thumb drop like the hammer of a gun. A
spark jumped from the end of his pointed finger and shot across the
room to strike the image of Ranma. She immediately went into
convulsions as her brain's pleasure center received the jolt of
mystical energy. Regent raised his hand towards his face and blew
imaginary smoke from his finger. "Fastest finger fuck in the west." He
said with a smirk.
"I think you should let her be now," Nendex said from where he
was sitting on the other side of the room. "I've seated the memories
into Nabiki's mind. Let her calm down so they can act on them." Regent
nodded at him and mimed placing his imaginary hand gun into a holster.
The four demons turned their attention back to the screen and the
scene that was taking place there.

***************

Akane was gently stroking Ranma's forehead. She had finally
stopped convulsing and had fallen into an exhausted sleep. She was
curled up in Akane's lap. Limp, and with her hair soaked with sweat
from the immense amount of energy she had just expended. Akane looked
up at Nabiki with fear in her eyes. "What's wrong with her!?" She said
in a quavery voice.
Nabiki tried to think of how best to explain to Akane. "It's
alright Akane, Ranma told me about this. I know exactly what to do."
At this hope flared in Akane's eyes. "What? What, do we have to
do!?"
"Hold on , hold on, one step at a time. I want you to take Ranma
to the bathroom and clean her up. I have to go to my room and gather
some things we'll need. Meet me with Ranma in your room when you've
finished washing her." Having issued her orders Nabiki turned and left
the room.
Akane followed soon after. Carrying Ranma in her arms she went
out the door, and down the stairs to the bathroom. All she could think
of as she carried the sleeping girl was thank god that everyone was
away with the exception of her and Nabiki. Lord knows what would have
happened if their fathers had been home. Fortunately her and Ranma's
fathers had been drafted by Nodoka to go and help repair the hot
spring resort of an old friend of her mother's. As for Kasumi she had
been invited to attend the baby shower of an old high school friend, a
few days ago and was not expected back till tomorrow. All this meant,
that for once there were no fathers to take advantage of the situation
and try to twist it into a means of getting her and Ranma married. Not
that Akane would have liked to have to explain to Nodoka why she was
about to give her son a bath either for that matter.

Akane set Ranma down on a towel in the scrubbing area. She then
quickly removed Ranma's top and started to undo the ties that held
Ranma's oversized pants tight to her slender waist. She was very
grateful for the looseness of Ranma's clothing as it made undressing
her easy. Having loosened the ties on the waist and ankles of Ranma's
pants she started to pull both the pants and her boxers off of her. As
soon as the pants slipped past Ranma's hips a strong familiar musky
odor floated up to Akane. She recognized it, it was the same smell
that filled her room after a long bout of masturbating.
Tentatively she reached down and ran her fingers over Ranma's
sex. They came away dripping, Ranma was soaking wet. Her sparse pubic
hair was matted to her mound and her upper thighs were glazed with her
juices. Akane was amazed at the amount of liquid Ranma had produced.
She quickly finished undressing Ranma, then taking a bucket, scooped
some warm water from the Furo. Taking a sponge she began to wipe down
Ranma's sweat and cum soaked body. She found herself growing aroused
as she ran the sponge over the lush body she had dreamed of for so
long. Unable to resist she leaned forward and lightly kissed the pale
pink nipple that stood like a cherry on top of one of Ranma's creamy
breasts. Taking the small nub into her mouth she sucked gently on it
and was rewarded as it sprang erect under her touch. Her hand wondered
across Ranma's belly and dipped down to cup her mound. When she did,
she once again felt the sticky residue of Ranma's earlier seizure.
Curling her forefinger she stroked it up and down Ranma's damp slit.
Ranma moaned and tossed her head as Akane's touch sent flashes of
sensation into her subconscious. "Go away Ryouga, ain't you done
enough to me already?" She muttered in a slurred voice. Akane jolted,
and a feeling of shame washed over her. She was no better than Ryouga,
taking advantage of a helpless girl. No! She was even worse. She did
not have the excuse of being under the effect of some weird magical
potion. Brought back to her senses by Ranma's words, she blushed and
removed her mouth from Ranma's breast. The nipple glistened with spit.
She quickly washed off the evidence of her weakness before turning her
attention to the rest of Ranma's body. For the next 10 minutes she
cleaned off all traces of Ranma's seizure from the smaller girls body.
All the while resolutely controlling the feelings that touching Ranma
so intimately, aroused in her.
Having finally, fully cleaned Ranma, Akane wrapped up the little
red head in a large towel, and after picking Ranma up, made her way to
her bedroom. Nabiki had not yet arrived so she lay Ranma down on top
of her bed. Sitting down beside her, Akane gently stroked the girls
hair while gazing with fondness at the face of the one she loved,
relaxed and vulnerable in her sleep. She looked so lovely when she was
sleeping. Ranma in girl form was almost always frowning. Those few
times she forgot herself and just let go smiling and laughing with no
thought of her condition, were fond memories for Akane.
"Aa good, you're here." Akane looked up as Nabiki came into the
room carrying a large box in one hand and a bucket of water in the
other. He was still a he. "Now if you would be so kind as to stand
over there Akane." Nabiki said in a brusque tone that brooked no
opposition.
Akane bristled at being ordered about but she complied none the
less. Nabiki had said he knew how to help Ranma. Akane would put up
with a lot from her cynical sister to help cure Ranma. While Akane
moved over to the spot Nabiki indicated, Nabiki set down the box he
was carrying. Then he turned and in one motion drenched Akane with the
contents of the bucket he still held. Akane sputtered in outrage even
as she felt a strange sensation race through her body. A sudden sharp
pain shot through her groin, and the sound of fabric ripping echoed in
her ears.
"Oops, guess I should have had you take the panties off first."
Nabiki said. Despite the matter of fact way he said it there was a
touch of awe in his voice.
Akane blinked the water out of her eyes and looked down at Nabiki
in anger...'Down'? She never looked down at Nabiki. Nabiki was at
least four inches taller then her. None the less she was definitely
looking down at Nabiki-kun. Slowly she pulled her gaze from Nabiki and
almost unwillingly directed it at herself. She snatched her gaze away
quickly, but not before she beheld proof positive among the tattered
remains of her panties that she was now a he.
"Nabiki, how could you do this to me!?" he yelled at his
sister....no brother now he guessed. Slapping a hand to his face he
groaned. "Don't we have enough trouble already without you going
around changing all our sexes."

"Relax 'big' brother, I said I knew what I was doing. Believe me,
to help Ranma you are going to need that body, and is Ranma ever a
lucky girl." Nabiki purred in admiration, he could not help feeling a
slight bit of awe at the body her little sister had acquired. If it
were not for the familiar hairstyle and hair ribbon, Akane would have
been completely unrecognizable as herself. Akane had always been
extremely muscular for a girl. Outside of Shampoo, Nabiki did not know
of another female who could match her for pure power. This was
reflected in spades in her masculine body. At least as tall as Kuno,
he had massive pectorals where before had been small firm breast. His
arms were equally well muscled, he looked like he could bench press
cars. Nabiki's gaze dropped to the most significant difference. He
barely restrained a whistle, and felt his own recently acquired
manhood stir as he noted that Akane had most definitely not been short
changed in that department either.

Akane was growing embarrassed by Nabiki's frank appraisal and
moved his hands to cover the area that Nabiki was looking at with such
interest. As soon as his hands touched his new manhood however he
snatched them away in embarrassment. Reaching over to a near by chair
that had one of his school uniforms draped over it he snatched up the
skirt, and used it to cover himself. "Do you mind!" he hissed at
Nabiki.
"Well as much fun as playing peak a boo with you is Akane I think
we should get down to business before Ranma wakes up." Nabiki said
with a smirk. Then ignoring the sputtering red faced Akane, he went
over to the box he had carried into the room. Rummaging through it he
eventually found what he was looking for. Carrying several objects he
had taken from the box he walked over to where Ranma was laying on the
bed. Picking up one of her arms he fastened something to her wrist.
Then he did the same to her other wrist. When he moved down the bed to
Ranma's ankles Akane could see that he had fastened some sort of
leather bracelet to Ranma. They each had several small metal rings and
a snap clip fastened to the base leather of the cuffs. It was not
until Nabiki came back to the box and extracted several short lengths
of rope that Akane realized what he was doing.
"Nabiki, what do you think you're doing!? You can't tie Ranma
up!" He shouted.
"Really?" Nabiki said. "I thought I was doing a rather good job
of it. Would you like to show me the proper way. Kasumi tells me you
are quite the little expert." Here Nabiki turned up one corner of the
bed sheet and revealed an eye bolt securely screwed into the bed
frame."
Akane found himself flushing with embarrassment and tried to come
up with an explanation. He was fairly sure that Nabiki would not
swallow the one he had given Kasumi.
As Nabiki ran a rope from the bracelet around Ranma's ankle to
the nearest eye bolt, he glanced over at his flustered 'brother' and
started to talk as he worked at securing Ranma. "Kasumi mentioned how
she found you tied and handcuffed to your bed. She thought it was
interesting that you were determined to become an escape artist. So
you could not be held hostage again. That's what you told her wasn't
it? She also thought it was very clever, the key in the ice cube
thing." Nabiki briefly glanced upwards at the ceiling over Akane's
bed. There was a small hook screwed into it. "She did wonder why you
were training in the nude however. She was worried that you might
catch a chest cold, what with all that cold water dripping on your
breasts." Here Nabiki smirked at the tongue tied Akane. "There, that
should do it." Standing back Nabiki admired his handiwork, each of
Ranma's limbs were tied to a corner of Akane's bed rendering her
completely helpless.
"I can see why we have to tie Ranma down to prevent her from
hurting herself, but shouldn't we have dressed her first" Akane said.
He could not seem to stop himself from staring at Ranma's spread body
with fascination. His eyes roamed over the body he had fantasized
about many times. There, the breasts he had dreamed of suckling on,
and between her legs the mossy dell he had dreamed of exploring with
fingers and tongue. Slowly the dress he still held in front of his
manhood dropped, giving Nabiki a look at Akane's masculine equipment
in full operating mode. He whistled silently in awe, and briefly felt
a twinge of doubt as he considered the difference in size between the
girl on the bed and Akane's new male form. Giving himself a shake he
replied to Akane's question.
"Actually, we tied Ranma to the bed so you could administer the
cure she needs...I see you have the syringe all ready." Nabiki said
with his usual insufferable smugness, nodding towards Akane's middle.
"What, I don't..." Akane said in confusion before noting the
direction of Nabiki's gaze. "You can't be serious? I can't do that to
Ranma, he'd never forgive me." Akane protested.
"Then _she_ will die," Nabiki said flatly, emphasizing Ranma's
current female status. "Look Akane, if Ranma does not have sex with a
man every 12 hours she goes into those convulsions we witnessed. Now,
unless you want to go hunt up Ryouga or grab some guy off the street
that leaves you or me. I, having no desire to die, am not even going
to suggest to you that I do it."
"So you think it better that Ranma want's to kill me!?" Akane
shouted.
"It wasn't Ranma I was concerned about." Nabiki said, "If I had
suggested I do it, how long would you have waited before breaking me
into itty bitty pieces?"
Akane opened her mouth to protest, then shut it. There was some
justification in what Nabiki's said.
"Of course, if you can't bring yourself to do it...well, I can
give Ukyou a call. I'm sure she could be over here in fifteen
minutes."
"NEVER!!" Akane screamed in reflex. "Don't even think about that
Nabiki."
"Well there you have it then. You won't let anyone else screw
Ranma and if she doesn't get said screwing she'll die. So that just
leaves you 'big' brother. So I'll leave you two love birds alone and
toddle off." Nabiki gave Akane a jaunty wave and walked out of the
bedroom.

As soon as the door closed behind him, the air of nonchalance
left, and he raced down the hallway to his own room. Once there he
jumped into his office chair and threw the switch that fed the signal
from Akane's room into his computer monitor. At the same time, with
his other hand he activated the VCR that was already hooked into the
same feed as the computer. With a happy smile as the picture came up
on the monitor he noted that Akane had not yet moved. Good, he should
be able to get everything on tape. For some reason, despite the many
aborted romantic moments between the two, he was sure that this time
Akane would go through with this.
Nabiki settled back to enjoy the show, and happily figured the
profit the tape of this little project would bring. A little computer
wizardry to hide Ranma's face and change her hair color, and it would
be ready for the market. He didn't even have to bother hiding Akane's
face. She was wearing the ultimate disguise...That thought brought a
look of calculation to Nabiki's eyes. He had never really thought
about it, but this body could come in very handy. Their were people he
had never dealt with because the risk of doing so as a girl outweighed
any possible profits. Now though...yes this instant nanniichuan might
just pay for itself after all.
"What!?" Nabiki said in surprise as he noticed a flashing
telltale on top of his monitor. The motion detector in Ranma's room
had detected something. With an angry snarl at being interrupted
Nabiki switched the monitor to the feed from Ranma's room. "Damm" he
swore when he saw the familiar figure in Ranma's room. "She'll spoil
everything. I have to keep her away from Akane and Ranma. If I'm
right, there is going to be a lot of noise from those two in a little
while. Miss Bimbo 97 there won't be able to resist
investigating...Now, how can I get rid of her? Hmm..." Nabiki's eyes
wondered around his room searching for inspiration. For a minute
nothing came to him, and then he spotted a sealed plastic bag tossed
idly in the corner. A grim smile spread across his face. "I guess I
get to try out my new identity a little earlier than I thought."
Leaving the VCR to record the events in Akane's room he slid open a
drawer in his desk and pulled out a pair of latex gloves. Slipping the
gloves on he walked over and picked up the plastic bag. Then he went
to give their visitor some flowers.

*************

"You know," Regant said, "I really like how that one thinks. She
could almost be one of us."
"Not bloody likely." Ergan said, turning from where he had been
watching Ryouga. "Bloody cold fish if you ask me."
"Aa but we can soon change that can't we," Extefan said. "After
all, he's swimming in Shikima magic, is just about to render a
beautiful girl helpless, and has all of us to whisper advice into his
ear. If he can keep it in his pants for more than a half an hour I'll
be very surprised."
"Hey, the red heads waking up." Regant said. The other three
quickly forgot about Nabiki and concentrated on the scene in Akane's
bedroom."
"This could be difficult." Nendex said. This one is in love, you
know how difficult that makes things."
Extefan frowned. "I thought we could place thoughts right into
his mind. Why can't we just make him so horny he'll take her without a
thought?"
"Because" Regent began to explain, "He would just put those
thoughts down to the perverted nature on his new boy body. He would
feel incredible guilt over having those thoughts and would flee the
room before he lost control and violated his love. The stronger we
pushed the idea the stronger he'll reject it." Suddenly he got a
thoughtful look on his face. "That might be the way to do it." He
mussed to himself. Taking note of the others inquiring looks he
expanded. "Look, the problem here is that even though he wants her,
and even though thanks to us, he believes she needs it. His feelings
of guilt won't let him act freely on his desire. Now those two
conflicting signals are coming from two different parts of his brain.
If I can erect a barrier between those two sections, then he will have
only the desire and motivation, the guilt won't reach his conscious
mind."
"You can to that?" Extefan asked in an intrigued voice. "Guilt's
one of the main things we have to overcome to get normal humans to let
loose."
"If it were not for the instant nanniichuan I don't think I
could. Even then it's only going to last for a short time." Regent
frowned at the large man on screen. "It going to take me a little
while to map out where I need to put the barrier so let me have some
peace for a minute would you." He said, and then slipped into a state
of deep concentration, all his attention focused on the figure of
Akane in the mirror. For a long time he stared at the image on the
screen, sweat pouring down his face. Finally he broke out of his
concentration and sat panting. When he got his breath back he said.
"No good, I found the location to place the barrier, but I don't have
the power to keep it up, something is interfering, fighting me."
Extefan snorted in disgust, and said. "Well, show me where to
place it and I'll do it."
Regant looked doubtful, "I don't know. I have a pretty good idea
of what it will take, and I don't think you can do it." Seeing
Extefan's face darkening in anger he hurriedly went on. "It's not that
you don't have a lot of power, it's just that the instant nanniichuan
doesn't give us enough of a handle to do it. It would take at least
two of us in concert to work it, and even then you'd have to keep a
permanent link all the time. It would not be self sustaining." Regant
paused for a second, unwilling to reveal his doubts, but then
continued. "If we open the permanent link necessary to keep the
barrier in place, we leave ourselves vulnerable to an attack. After
what Urgant said about the red heads magic level, and now the strange
resistance from this guy, I don't think it's a very good idea."
"So," Extefan hissed in contempt. "You're afraid of humans, what
a wimp!" The disgust was evident in every word as he looked with
contempt at Regent. "Fine, you can stay safe and sound. Ergan and I'll
deal with the big, bad, red head." Ergan looked up in surprise when he
heard his voice. He had gone back to listening to Ryouga teasing
Mousse, and had not been paying attention to the others. Brought up to
speed he quickly agreed to help Extefan, and the two of them entered a
trance state. Pooling their combined force of mind, they set out to
create the barrier in the areas Regant had mapped out.
Regant looked at the two comatose demons with a feeling of
impending doom. He had not realized it before, but it was now obvious
to him that Extefan was determined to break the red head in order to
prove Urgant a cowardly fool. Regant had always known that Extefan and
Ergan were lovers of the more vicious forms of sex. They loved the
pain and suffering of the victim, even more than their own physical
pleasure. Regant had always thought it more satisfactory to engender
lust in both parties. He found the pleasure felt by both participants
far more palatable if it was not tainted by pain or terror. That was
why he had specialized in the more subtle means of influencing
mortals. Unlike Extefan and Ergan who had taken their pleasure by
force and in person while they had been free, Regant had always stayed
in the shadows and worked through proxies. In a way he was less
affected by their imprisonment then any of the others. With the
possible exception of Urgant, who had always kept his own council.
Regant looked over at the warding box that Nendex had carelessly
tossed into a corner. For just a minute he was tempted to free their
former leader, but then his formidable imagination supplied a graphic
picture of the various things Extefan would do to him if something
went wrong. He reluctantly turned his gaze away from the small box.
"Regant!" Regant looked over at Nendex to see what he wanted. The
other demon pointed at the section of the screen that showed
Nabiki-kun walking down the hallway with a purple haired girl slung
over his shoulder.
"Want to play?" Nendex asked with a grin. Regent smiled in return
and put his doubts on hold. He was a Shikima after all, and some
things just demanded your full attention. He walked over to join
Nendex, his mind already running through scenarios for the two mortals
on the screen. His demon hood began to stir as he went over the
elements he knew were available to Nabiki, and an evil grin spread
across his face. Behind him Extefan and Ergan sat silently, their
brows furrowed in effort as they worked at repressing Akane's self
doubts.

**************

Akane stared at the door that Nabiki had exited through ten
minutes before. Just like that Nabiki had left, and he was all alone.
Just him, and the girl he had lusted after for more than a year. The
girl that had driven him to distraction, and caused him to spend many
nights bringing himself to solitary relief. The girl that was now tied
helpless and spread on his bed. The girl that he had to have sex with
to save her life... and all he could do was stand here and dither. On
the one hand he wanted more than anything to caress and devour the
smorgasbord of feminine pulchritude spread out before him like a
buffet. On the other hand the thoughts of Ranma's likely reaction to
that had kept him standing here like Kuno faced with the necessity of
making a decision between which of his two loves to pursue. Why
couldn't he be like a real guy and just take what he wanted without
worrying about the consequences?
As if that final thought had been some sort of trigger, all his
doubts and uncertainties suddenly disappeared. A wide grin spread
across his face. Works for me, he finished his previous thought.
Dropping the dress that he had held on to even after Nabiki left the
room, he walked over to the bed and gazed at the girl tied there. I
just love all you can eat buffets, he thought. Kneeling beside the bed
he cupped one of Ranma's breasts with his hand and lowered his face to
it. Opening as wide as he could he inhaled as much of her into his
mouth as he could, and then slowly he let the large tit slip free. His
lips and tongue savored every delicious sweat flavored inch of flesh
as it did so. After most of her breast had escaped, he captured her
nipple between his teeth. He then closed his lips tightly around the
hard little bud and began to suckle on her. After a minute he reached
out and captured her other nipple between the thumb and forefinger of
his unoccupied hand.

Ranma was aware of flashes of mingled pain and pleasure as she
gradually came out of the stupor the demons attack on her pleasure
center had induced. Blinking her eyes she tried to resolve the blurry
image that greeted her first attempts to see what or who was fondling
her breasts. She made out a large masculine head and tussled black
hair. "Ry...Ryouga?" She murmured in inquiry.
The man raised his head at the sound of Ranma's voice, and she
saw to her shock that it was a complete stranger. "Who the hell are
you!? She yelled, trying to strike out at him with her fists. Her arms
jolted to a stop after traveling only a few inches. Looking towards
her left hand she felt a bolt of fear run through her when she saw
that she was tied to a bed. "WHAT THE HE...muerffd" Ranma's yell was
cut off as the stranger kissed her. She tried to pull her mouth away
from his but he reached up and placed a hand on either side of her
head to hold her still. The stranger kissed Ranma deeply, his tongue
lancing into her open mouth and darting back out again before Ranma
could bite the intruding object. Again and again the warm wet tongue
played tag with Ranma's teeth. No matter how hard Ranma struggled she
could not get away from it. To add to her dismay she felt the familiar
fire in her loins starting to escalate. She could feel the wetness
that had become all too familiar starting to run down her inner thighs
as her body reacted to the strong masculine presence of this stranger.

Akane gloried in the taste of Ranma's mouth. For so long he had
dreamed of kissing her, and now he was. Ranma's angry shout of who the
hell was he had caused him to think along the same line as Nabiki.
This body was the perfect disguise. He could give Ranma what she
needed, and Ranma would never know it had been Akane. The barrier in
his mind kept him from thinking of what being raped might do to Ranma.
So instead of replying to Ranma's demand for information, he had
silenced her with his own mouth. Now however he was in a quandary, as
nice as kissing Ranma was, there were other places in need of his
attention and he really did not want to have to listen to Ranma's
constant insults as he savored all the glorious nooks and crannies of
her body. As he wondered how to go about silencing Ranma, he became
aware of the discomfort caused by the remains of his blue panties.
Breaking the kiss with Ranma he reached down and ripped the tattered
remains from his hips.

As soon as the man broke his kiss Ranma took a deep breath and
prepared to scream bloody murder. Before he could utter a peep the
stranger clapped a massive hand over her mouth, nearly covering her
face, and stifling any outcry she might make. She shouted silent
curses into the muffling hand until she was distracted by the sound of
ripping fabric, and was shocked when the man tore some sort of thin
blue garment from around his hip. Her first feeling was one of
trepidation and outright fear, as she was sure he was clearing the way
in preparation for raping her. The thought of yet another man forcing
his way into her body as Ryouga had, filled her with panic. At the
same time however she felt a flash of intense desire flare up inside
her body. It was as if her mind and body were two entirely separate
beings. The one reacted to the thought of sex with a strange man, or
any man for that matter, with horror. At the same time her body seemed
to shiver with anticipatory lust at the mere thought of another hard
bout of sex.
Her thoughts were brought back to the stranger when his hand
appeared above her face with something blue and filmy in them. Ranma
felt a vague sense of familiarity that temporarily caused her fear to
retreat for some reason. For a moment she could not place what it was.
Then it came to her. Akane's blue panties, the same color she had worn
every day since Ranma had told her the color did not suit her. It all
came together in her mind, Nabiki's transformation, this strange man
in what Ranma now recognized as Akane's bedroom...The man above her
must be Akane! Having come to this conclusion she yelled into the hand
covering her mouth demanding an explanation from Akane.

Akane smiled as Ranma opened her mouth under his hand, he had
been waiting for the baka to do so. Ranma could no more keep her mouth
shut, then she could turn down free food. Acting quickly he removed
the hand that was muffling Ranma's cries and thrust the remains of his
tattered panties into the little red head's open mouth. Then, cupping
a hand over her face to keep her from spitting out the underwear he
reached around behind him and undid his hair ribbon. It only took a
minute and when he was done the ribbon was wrapped around Ranma's
head, and was securely holding the panty gag in place.
Having finished fastening the gag in place he pushed himself up
and let his gaze run down Ranma's body. Ignoring Ranma's thrashing and
inarticulate cries of rage, he reached down and stroked her soft
belly. "Everything looks so good, I don't know where to begin." He
leaned down and kissed her belly button. Then continuing to kiss her
stomach he let his hand dip down until it reached the top of Ranma's
sex. "Decisions, decisions, so many choices, where will I start," he
mumbled into the soft flesh of Ranma's belly..

Ranma stopped her futile thrashing as Akane's hand moved closer
to the source of the fire that was filling her body with desire. She
could only stare in mingled shock, and anticipation at the scene
framed between her breasts. Akane's movements brought him closer and
closer to the place that was even now starting to pulse with
anticipation at what was to come.
Despite Akane's words, Ranma had absolutely no doubt as to what
Akane's ultimate destination was to be. Suddenly a thought crossed her
mind. This was Akane, the girl Ranma had spent more nights then she
cared to think about dreaming of making love to. Sure it had been him
as a man and her as a girl, but still...Would it really be so bad?
There was nothing she could do to prevent what was going to happen.
She did not have to make any commitment or declaration of love. She
did not have to worry about the reaction of any of her other would be
fiances. All she had to do was savor the sensation of the person she
loved making love to her. She focused on Akane, feeling his soft lips
pressed against her stomach, covering her belly with gentle kisses.
His fingers brushing just above her sex. Ranma reached a decision, she
would stop fighting her situation and make love to Akane. For a second
she wished that she were free of her bonds, then she re-thought that.
It was one thing to surrender when you had no choice, but to
voluntarily give herself to a man even if it was Akane. No! She could
not do that. If she were free, she knew she would have to fight to
prevent what was coming. It was for the best that she remain tied, and
did not have to make that final surrender. So having made her decision
she lay back and savored the feelings that Akane was drawing form her
body.
There was one thing that still bothered her though. What Ranma
could not figure out was Akane's behavior. This was so unlike
her...him, she corrected herself. The Akane she knew would never act
this way. Akane was as reluctant as Ranma to express his feelings. So
why was Akane so aggressive all... Aaaa Ranma hips bucked as Akane's
fingers dipped bellow her belly and stroked across her clitoris. The
climax that had been hovering on the edge of her heightened arousal
crashed over her, drowning out any thoughts other than the bursts of
electricity that seemed to be surging through her erogenous zones.
She was dimly aware of Akane rearranging himself so that his head
was between her legs and hovering just over her pulsing sex. She felt
her petals being gently moved aside, and then she gasped in pleasure
around the gag in her mouth as Akane dipped her head down and licked
the entire length of her slit with one stroke of his tongue. Akane
settled himself comfortable and then preceded to give Ranma the most
severe tongue lashing of her life. Ranma's orgasmed again, and then
she started to spiral down into the uncontrollable spasms of
debilitating pleasure that had rendered her unconscious a little
earlier.

At first Akane was unaware of Ranma's problem, he merely thought
the thrashing of her hips were either an effort to escape the
attention of the stranger between her legs or a reaction to the
pleasure she was feeling from that same stranger. Akane stopped her
twisting by using his hands to hold her hips steady, and this
continued to allow him uninterrupted access to her honey pot. Having
stopped her hips he dived back in, and was soon driving his tongue as
far up Ranma's opening as he could reach. So happy was he to finally
be living out his dreams that he was not at first consciously aware of
the increasing effort required to hold Ranma still. Instead he shoved
his face as tight as it would go against her body and drove his tongue
in and out of her spasming pussy.
Suddenly a cramp in one of his arms brought home how much he was
straining to hold Ranma still. Puzzled Akane pulled his face away from
Ranma's sex. As Ranma's love juice dripped off of his chin he looked
up her body at her face, framed between her creamy breasts. He frowned
as Ranma's expression twisted in pain, pleasure, he watched the
muscles in her arms twist and pull at her bonds as wave after wave of
uncontrollable pleasure washed through her body. There was a vague
tickle in the back of his mind saying he should be worried, but he
could not seem to feel it fully. Instead he felt a faint annoyance at
the fact that he needed to cut short his long awaited buffet in order
to bring Ranma out of her convulsions. Still this was why Nabiki had
tied down Ranma in the first place, and splashed Akane with the
instant nanniichuan. So he might just as well get it over with so he
could get back to his little honey pot. He moved out from between
Ranma's legs and started to work his way up her body.

Back in the temple Extefan lips twisted into a nasty smile, and
he stopped the pulses of energy he had been feeding to Ranma's
pleasure center.

Ranma felt the flood of pleasure that had blinded her to all
outside events fade away. For a second she lay there drawing in her
breath in long shuddering gasps as she tried to replenish her bodies
oxygen supply.
The numbness that had filled her at the cessation of the
overwhelming spasms of pleasure ended quickly when she became aware of
Akane's movements. Looking down the length of her own body she saw
Akane rising to his hands and knees, and carefully working his way
around Ranma's body, begin to make his way up the bed. What caught
Ranma's eyes and made them fly open in horror was the heavy truncheon
waving between Akane's legs.
No way, she thought, he can't get that into me. Ranma began to
make noises of desperation and started to thrash as violently as she
could within her bonds. All the while remembering the sensation of
utter fullness she had experienced when Ryouga had thrust into her.
She had never actually seen Ryouga's erection, only his limp cock
after the act. But surely it could not have been as large as what
Akane had. Akane's was sure as hell bigger than Ranma's own erect
cock. There was no way that thing could fit into her. All thoughts of
laying back and enjoying the experience fled Ranma's mind, and her
face took on a look of absolute terror as Akane's cock got closer and
closer to her defenseless little pussy.
She continued to struggle with her bonds as Akane finally reached
the positioned he wanted and lowered his chest, pressing Ranma firmly
down into the bed, causing her to shudder as she felt her efforts of
evasion being so easily thwarted. Tears ran down her face as she wept
in frustration at not being able to tell Akane to stop.
She felt his hand reach down between their bodies. Akane began to
finger her privates, running his fingers up and down her damp slit.
Using only one hand he parted her petals and thrust a finger into her.
Ranma winced at the abrupt intrusion, she was still a little sore from
Ryouga's assault. Her body adapted rapidly however, and soon the
slight pain was replaced with pleasure as Akane ran his fat finger in
and out of her body. After a minute of this he added a finger to the
first and slid both of them into her, turning his hand as he did so,
stretching and widening her opening. At last satisfied that Ranma was
ready, he removed his fingers and clutched his cock in one hand.
A minute later Ranma felt something large rubbing, and then
pressing at the entrance to her opening. Her eyes widened even farther
as she felt her flesh being forced aside and knew that impossible as
it seemed that huge cock was actually driving it's way into her belly.
A steady keening whine came from deep in her throat as she felt
Akane's hips begin to rock, hammering that spike up into her a
fraction of an inch at a time.

Akane gasped in pleasure as Ranma's hot, tight, wetness
surrounded his brand new organ. He had never imagined it would feel so
good. To think he had been disappointed at having to leave off licking
Ranma's little slit to administer this cure. What a fool he'd been. He
hunched his back and forced another inch into Ranma. Then he paused
and lay there, savoring the feeling of his cock soaking in it's own
private little furo while Ranma's breast spread out against his chest.
Their rock hard little nipples boring holes in his pectorals.
He leaned down and licked the tears from Ranma's face, then
kissed her. Touching only cloth he drew his head back and looked down
in disgust at the panties and hair ribbon gaging Ranma. It had seemed
a good idea at the time, but now it was interfering with his pleasure.
He wanted to kiss Ranma's lips while her lower lips kissed his cock.
Balancing himself with one hand he used the other to free the ribbon
binding the panties in Ranma's mouth and pulled them free. Before
Ranma could make any noise, or say anything to break the mood he
lowered his mouth and captured hers. Once again he played tag with
Ranma only this time it was not with her teeth but with her tongue.
Slowly he began to rock his hips, drawing his cock out of her body and
then sliding it back in. There was still a couple of inches left
outside at the bottom of each stroke but he did not try to ram them
home. He was satisfied with the seven or eight inches that he was
smoothly pushing and pulling in and out of Ranma's body.

Ranma fought down the urge to bite the tongue that was invading
her mouth. This was Akane, the girl she loved. For a minute she tried
to force the intruding object out of her mouth with her own tongue.
Instead her tongue slipped past Akane's and pressed on into his mouth.
Before she was aware of it, Ranma had forgotten all thoughts of
stopping Akane and was completely caught up in the feeling of flesh
sliding over flesh. Her tongue penetrating the mouth that clamped over
her own. His cock penetrating her lower mouth. For the first time
since the accident Ranma began to experience pleasure that was not a
result of either potion or Demonic influence.
As Akane shuttled his hips back and forth between Ranma's legs,
the rhythmic thrust and withdrawal of his cock began to force a rhythm
on Ranma's body. Her hips began to lift in time to Akane's thrusts and
small flashes of sensation pulsed through her body in time to the
steady in and out of his member in her tight little vessel. As those
feelings pulsed in her they began to affect the raw magic that infused
her body.
The decayed remains of the Jusenkio curse had up until now, been
almost completely inactive. The only concrete task any of it had
performed, was when it had flowed into the empty places left by the
destruction of Ranma's Ki. It should not have been able to do so, but
something about Ranma had resonated with the basic nature of the
magic, and that had allowed it to partially replace the Ki Ranma had
lost. Fortunately for her, because otherwise she would have died at
Ryouga's campsite within seconds of drinking the potion. Instead the
magic had replaced the Ki, or life force that everyone needed to
survive. Now as Ranma's body and mind slowly came into agreement with
what was happening to her it reacted.
Ranma jolted her hips up at Akane, trying to match motion with
motion as Akane's thick cock forced it way in and out of her body. She
strained against the limits placed on her by the bonds holding her.
She wanted desperately to throw her arms around Akane, to wrap her
legs around him. To merge as closely as she could with the large
masculine body that was pressing her down into the mattress. As she
struggled with her bonds a soft golden aura began to emerge from her
body. Nabiki and Akane would have recognized it as the same aura that
repelled the spelled water Nabiki had tried to use on Ranma. However
Akane had his eyes shut in bliss, and Nabiki's were looking over an
entirely different body so no one noticed. The snap rings in Ranma's
wrist and ankle cuffs through which Nabiki had run the rope binding
Ranma to the bed, began to deform, warping from a strain they had
never been meant to withstand. One after another they bent far enough
so that they slipped the rope and allowed that limb freedom of
movement.
First Ranma's left arm, then her right leg were free, then
together the remaining two limbs pulled free from their ties. Ranma
did not stop to wonder how, she merely wrapped herself as tightly as
she could around Akane and started to use her legs to control the
rhythm of their motions. Over and over again that massive cock slid in
and out of her body and she shuddered with each thrust. The golden
glow began to expand, flowing along all of Ranma's body down her legs
up her arms and then moving outward until Akane's body was completely
surrounded by the aura radiating from Ranma.
As the aura penetrated his body it combined with the fragments of
similar magic it found in Akane's body. Using the pattern that still
survived it began to knit togther the strands of magic that had
escaped from the original. When all was as it should be it seared the
surface of the pattern sealing it against future degradation. Having
finished that task the magic lay quiescent for a moment, slowly
pulsing with the motion of it's human host. Then as her pleasure began
to escalate something that was almost a match for the magic began to
emerge from her own inner recesses. The magic quickly merged with
these faint emissions, so similar to itself. Using them as an entrance
it followed their path back into the host, infiltrating every part of
her body right down to the smallest DNA strand. In it's own
non-sentient way it realized that it must insinuate itself into every
fibre of it's host body if it was to withstand the coming storm.
Ranma felt like she was on fire. Every thrust from Akane seemed
to stoke the fire in her belly higher and higher, but something was
keeping her from the final relief she craved. Again and again she felt
herself reach the brink, only to be denied her first true orgasm. She
began to fear that her muscles would give out before she could
experience the true fulfilment she so deeply desired. She could hear
Akane's labored breathing as he marshaled all of his remaining stamina
in an effort to keep going. Ranma began to cry from frustration, why
could they not reach that final step. It had been so easy with Ryouga,
time after time her body had reached that plateau of pleasure against
her wishes. Now that she wanted that same pleasure desperately she
could not reach it.

Unknown to Ranma, the two demons who had been insulating Akane
from any feeling of guilt over his actions, were also suppressing the
final release they both craved. They had been disgusted when, rather
than a brutal rape, their activity had become that of two lovers.
Extefan was taking what vengeance he could be denying them the
fulfillment of their pleasure.

Now hovering on the brink of release the two teenagers continued
to thrust at each other, their mouths merged in a frantic kiss, their
hands caressing each other, striving with all the strength remaining
in their bodies for the release being denied them. Something in both
their bodies began to react to the constant high level of sexual
tension. It was the same something the magic had found and merged with
in Ranma's body, now it appeared in Akane as well. The magic was too
tied up in Ranma's body to merge with the energy in Akane's, but it
mimicked the two teens and embraced the energy in Akane's body. Slowly
under the effect of the magic Akane and Ranma's began to synchronize
down to a level so basic that there ceased to be any real distinction
between the two of them.
As they began to move fully and completely in sync. A feedback
loop formed, as their energy began to flow from one to the other, and
then back, and as it did, it built. Higher and higher their sexual
energy climbed until the golden aura outlining them was almost
incandescent..

Extefan and Ergan both noted that it had become harder to prevent
that final release. Digging deep into their own reserves they threw
all the energy they had into preventing it. This was no longer a
strategy, this was vengeance for daring to go against what the demons
had desired. The demons were so caught up in their own petty grudge
they failed to consider or wonder what it was that was fighting them.

Ranma and Akane crashed again and again against the barrier that
was preventing them from finding the pleasure they knew was just a
stroke away. Each time Akane sheathed herself in Ranma's hot hole they
hit the barrier. Each time Ranma clenched her thighs and squeezed the
cock that was driven almost fully into her belly they crashed against
it. Akane reached down and grabbed Ranma's ass in both hands. She
grunted as his weight no longer supported by his arms crushed her into
the bed, but after a moment she got her breath back and was thrusting
herself back at him more strongly then before. On Akane's part, he
clenched her ass as hard as he could, each hand easily covering an
entire cheek. He began to squeeze in rhythm with his thrusts. Every
time he shoved into her he closed his hands. Every time he withdrew he
relaxed them.
His fingers slipped deep into her ass crack and reached the
little brown rose between her cheeks. Ranma gave an extra strong jerk
when this happened, and Akane began to spur her on by thrusting a
finger at the tight opening in time with his cock's thrusting. The
extra sensations began to escalate their already high sexual tension,
and that in turn started to affect the barrier that kept them from
their final release. Slowly it began to buckle under the pressure of
the most powerful force in that room, the lust of two horny teenagers.
Then it cracked, and with that first crack as an opening Ranma and
Akane came, shattering the barrier completely. Ranma's pussy milked
Akane like a machine and for his part, he shot load after load of
thick creamy sperm into her clutching vessel. Both teens screamed out
in relief as they felt every muscle in their body spasm. Akane felt as
if every part of him was turning to liquid and shooting out the small
hole in the end of his cock. Ranma felt as if every part of her body
was pulling Akane into her, as if it wished to pull Akane completely
into her womb.
The magic was not idle while this was going on. It had been
constrained by the inability of the two young people to find release.
Being sex based it had built a charge as they had fucked that had
grown with every thrust and spasm, but with no way of discharging.
With Ranma and Akane's orgasm it released that charge. It flared out
in a brilliant corona around Ranma, far eclipsing the aura that had
been there before. Only a small part of the energy was used up in a
harmless light show however. The bulk of the energy found the link the
demons had forged to Akane's mind. Like lightning striking a copper
bar it streaked down that connection and straight into the minds and
body of Extefan and Ergan. Fully open they had no chance to react.
Their bodies blackened and shattered like glass as the magic charge
ripped through them.
Free from all outside influence the two teenagers arched against
each other in one final spasm of pleasure, and then completely
exhausted they collapsed on the bed in each other's arms falling
asleep almost a soon as the last quiver of pleasure shook their body.

Epilogue.

Akane stirred on the bed, blinking his eyes, he slowly remembered
where he was. Looking down he smiled at the small girl asleep in the
crook of his arm. She looked so innocent laying there. Hard to believe
she had been under him a little while ago thrusting herself at him as
he has thrust himself into her. Akane blushed at the recollection. How
had he ever gotten the nerve to do it. However he had, it had been
worth it. He lay there for a minute drinking in the lovely sight
before him. Then he became aware of a sticky sensation around his
groin area. Looking down he flinched at the sight of his male
equipment. Well, he thought to himself, that's done its duty, time to
wash it away. Gently disengaging himself from Ranma he got out of bed
and made his way to the bathroom.

Ranma awoke a few minutes after Akane, and like him took a moment
to place herself. When she did she blushed. Had she done that? Had she
really given herself freely to Akane? It seemed inconceivable, but
there was no doubt. She may have started out tied, but as much as she
would have liked to use that as an excuse, she could not. She had
positively gloried in playing female to Akane's male. It was a very
disturbing realization and she was not prepared to deal with the why
of it right now. So, she put it aside for the time being. Right now
she was sticky with the remains of her and Akane's juices and she
wanted to be clean. Getting up she headed for the bathroom.

Akane looked up as the door opened and Ranma walked in. Both
girls blushed as their eyes met. Akane ducked her head down and
settled down into the furo. Ranma for her part looked away and walked
over to the scrubbing area. For a few minutes the only sound was that
of Ranma scrubbing herself. When at last she raised the bucket and
rinsed off the soap, she said the first words spoken since she had
entered the room.
"Whoa cold."
"The furo's nice and warm." Akane said, and then blushed.
"I don't know, think I'd be safe in there?" Ranma replied,
averting her eyes.
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"O I don't know, you never know what sort of pervert might wander
in here while two 'Girls' were in the bath. There's a big one in the
house somewhere, can't keep his hands off innocent girls." Ranma
smirked at the blushing Akane.
Akane was flustered and blurted out "I'm sorry Ranma, I'd never
have done that to you if it had not been for Nabiki..." Then she
stopped, realizing that Ranma was not suppose to know who the man had
been. "You know?"
"What, think I'm some sort of dummy?"
"No!...But aren't you mad at me?"
Ranma seemed to think it over. Was she mad? Not really. O she was
upset over once again having sex with a male, but this time it was
Akane, and she was not really a guy. As well she had not voluntarily
consented so it was not as if she had given in to her girl half. "Well
maybe a little, but I reckon you just couldn't control yourself. After
all I am a pretty hot girl, and you ain't got no control over your
self. So I guess...."
Akane flared up. "What do you mean, no control!?"
"Well geez Akane, you're all the time hitting me for no reason.
If you ain't got no control as a girl when your suppose to be all
sweet and nice, it just stands to reason that when you're a guy, you'd
be one who can't control himself around a pretty girl, and I'm a real
pretty girl." She smirked at Akane, posing with her hand on one hip
and her breasts thrust out.
"You baka, if you think I'm going to let you get away with that."
Akane surged out of the tub and across the room towards Ranma. Ranma
had been waiting for this, and using a toe hooked the bucket full of
ice cold water she had left filled, and sitting behind her. Flinging
her leg around she tossed the contents at Akane.
"Here have a cold show..." She broke of as the water hit Akane
and he shifted back into male mode. She stared at the now fully
masculine and highly pissed off male in front of her. All she could
say was "Uh O."
Akane was a little more vocal. "RANMA NO BAKA!!!."

End chapter one.

O my whatever has happened to Akane? And what about Nabiki? What
nefarious plans does he have for the poor Shampoo?

And what of Ryouga and Mousse, what are they up to at the moment?

Want to find out? It's easy, just let me know if you liked this story
and I'll get right to work on the next perverted section. Please to
not distribute this to any source where minors might read it.

Yours truly The Hungry Tiger
I can be reached at <sch...@interlog.com>

Flames will be trashed, any other comment will be appreciated. If any
one actually wants to stick this in an archive by all means go ahead.
Just let me know. Not that I will object, I just like having my ego
stroked.