The Shikima Interface
Chapter five, Consequences
A fan fiction based on the Manga by Rumiko Takahashi, Ranma 1/2,
using characters and situations from the anime La Blue Girl. I have
no rights whatsoever to the characters depicted herein.
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This is a lemon, another word for porn. If that offends, do not read
this.
It also may contain NC sex if that offends you don't read this.
If you think anything might offend you don't read this.
If you are under age for adult material, don't read this.
Anyone else. Please for goodness sake read this and let me know
what you think.
Of course as May West said, "Goodness has nothing to do with it."
What has gone before.
Ryouga discovered a potion that disabled the Jusenkyo curse.
Ranma thinking it was a cure drank it while in her female form, and
may be trapped that way.
Akane used the instant Nanniichuan on herself to treat certain
side effects Ranma was suffering from. Something interfered with
the temporary curse, rendering it permanent. Akane is now cursed
to change into a boy when splashed with cold water. A very big boy.
Due to some demonic influences, Shampoo has been bonded to
Nabiki. Nabiki, herself under similar influences, as well as her own
dose of Instant Nanniichuan, has developed an attraction to
Shampoo.
Nodoka on learning of Ranma's condition, reluctantly decided
that Ranma would have to learn how to behave as a girl in order to
not bring dishonor to the Saotome family name while they wait to
see if she will ever regain her masculinity.
Ukyou had been selected by a higher power to become a demon
hunter, and has acquired a spirit guide named Yousee for U.C.,
which is short for Ukyou-chan. It seems when Yousee selected a
body for her assignment on earth, she chose one that looked just like
Ukyou. But don't worry, they're easy to tell apart. Yousee is the one
who's eight inches tall.
Last chapter we left Nabiki facing certain death at the hands of an
angry Cologne. What will happen to our spunky business woman?
Previous chapters may be found at the following sites.
The Sakura lemon page.
Rteker's lemon page
The RAAC archive, at
and finally
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Ryouga Hibiki climbed the stairs toward Akane's room. All
around him the Dojo was silent. No one was stirring. No one was in
sight. Stopping outside her door, he hesitated. Then, from inside
came the muffled sounds of a girl crying. The sound bit into
Ryouga's soul, and he flung open the door to Akane's room.
"Akane, what is it? What's the matter?"
Akane, who had been curled up in a ball of misery on her bed
looked up as her door slammed open. "Ry . . .Ryouga?" She asked,
then her face fell, and sobbing as if her heart would break, she flung
herself across the room and into his arms.
Reflexively, Ryouga closed his arms around her, holding her
tightly to his chest. "Akane? What's wrong? What's happened?"
"It's Ranma." Akane sobbed into his chest.
"Ra . . .Ranma?" Ryouga stuttered as a feeling of dread filled
him. Once he would have reacted in rage to the news Ranma had
made Akane cry, but that was before . . .
"He's left me Ryouga. Something happened. He's trapped as a
girl, and he doesn't want to change back. He told me he was going
to find a real man, not a make believe one like me." Akane's voice
was not steady as she said this, she cried and choked on tears as she
got it out, but finally she finished, and she looked up at Ryouga with
tears streaming down her face.
"Ryouga-kun, you think I'm a girl don't you? You don't think
I'm an uncute tomboy?"
"Of course Akane. You're the most beautiful girl in the whole
world."
Akane's face lit up at his words, but then she looked him in the
face and her expression changed to one of accusation. "You're
lying! You're just like all the rest of them. You think I'm not really
a girl at all. You're wrong! I am a girl, and I'll prove it." Akane
wrenched herself out of Ryouga's arms and dropped to her knees.
Before Ryouga could react, she had undone the ties to his pants, and
had fished out his erect cock. Without the slightest hesitation, she
darted her head forward and took him into her mouth. Ryouga's
hands had been moving toward her, intending to push her away, but
as her hot wet mouth engulfed his manhood he stopped. Moaning in
pure pleasure, he let his hands rest on her head as it bobbed up and
down on his shaft.
"Oh Akane." He moaned in pleasure. He ran his hands
through her silky hair, wrapping her pigtail around his fingers.
Pigtail . . . Ryouga let his gaze drop. He looked in shock at the
redheaded girl who was sucking his cock with great enthusiasm.
Ryoga's shock turned to dismay as he felt an unstoppable force
building in his balls. With a groan of despair, he shot a heavy load
of cream into the girl's mouth. For a little while she continued to
suckle on the stunned boy's cock, but eventually she pulled her face
away from his belly and looked up at him.
"Not bad Ryouga. Tastes a little like bacon." Ranma said with
a smile.
"Arrrrrgggghhhhhhh" Ryoga woke with a scream, a sheen of
sweat coating his body. He lay on the ground, his breath coming in
great gasps. He tried to bring his hand up to wipe his brow, but
without success. Looking across at his hand, he saw a thick green
rope holding it in place. Then it pulsed, and he realized it was not a
rope. It was some sort of tentacle. There was another one holding
his other hand in place. That was when he felt the sensation in his
groin. Looking down he saw another tentacle, this one thicker then
the ones holding his arms in place, disappearing into the front of his
pants. For a second he stared, too shocked to move, but then he felt
the warm wetness engulfing his cock, and once again he screamed.
"Arrrrrggggghhhhh"
Nearby, a blue haired girl stood on a rocky bluff looking out
over a barren and twisted landscape. The rock that formed it was
obviously of volcanic origin, and flowed in an almost organic
pattern. Looping and tumbling, younger rock flowed over older
flows. All of them together humped up and over each other to form
a roof over the entire vast area.
It was a cavern, but like none ever found on earth. Instead of
darkness as black as a demon's soul, it was lit with a dull red light
that seemed to come from everywhere and no where. It was not an
even light. There were pools of almost blinding illumination, and
areas where darkness did indeed reign supreme. It was home. Or at
least the place where the girl's parents lived.
Ryouga's scream of rage floated through the air, and reached
her, but she didn't pay any attention. Screams of rage, and passion,
were commonplace in this realm. Miko Mido sighed to herself. She
had not spent as much time with her mother recently as she would
have liked. Finishing university and her martial arts training had
fully occupied her time. It had taken a message from her mother
requesting that she come and visit to make her realize how long it
had been. Jumping from the top of the bluff she set out for her
parents' home.
Up in the shadows, three beings watched Miko bounce by with
great appreciation.
"Well, well Ergan, it would seem the old home has added some
things since we were last here."
"I'll say" Ergan answered his companion. "I tell you, Extefan,
if I had known they had hot running girls now, I'd have been back
long since."
Nendex, the last of the three, had been keeping an eye on the running girl. He nodded his
head in agreement, but the rapid growth of the six foot penile tendril between his legs spoke
volumes more than his nod. Extefan and Ergan were similarly showing their approval of the young
girls appearance. Since their unexpected and sudden discorporation in the mortal world the three
demons had been hiding in the outskirts of the Shikima in the mortal world the three demons had
been hiding in the outskirts of the Shikima realm trying to keep a low profile. The appearance of
what appeared to be a fully human female had lured them from their hiding place.
"Shall we go and say hello, do you think?" Extefan
said with a leer.
"It would only be polite." Ergan leered back. The three
demons left their high perch and set out after the bouncing
girl.
An hour later:
"Arrrggggg" Ryouga screamed, as he brought his umbrella down on the top of what passed
for the monster's head. Rebounding away from his foe, he watched with satisfaction as it slowly fell
in on itself, and turned into a gelatinous sludge that seeped away into the cracks and crevices that
covered the blighted landscape. Then, as the adrenaline from the fight left him, he sagged,
exhausted. He had not slept in three days. He didn't dare. He was in hell, and if he slept, he might
not wake again. Look what had happened when he had let himself nod off for a minute.
For three days he had battled constantly. Monster after monster
had come after him, hungry for his flesh. Those that could speak
would almost always open with a comment of how delicious he looked.
Ryouga gave a bitter laugh. To think that he had thought being free
of his curse would never mean having to fear being eaten again.
The laugh changed to a cough, as intense pain racked his side. Examining himself he found
that this last monster had managed to get through his defenses, and had actually managed to inflict
a fairly nasty wound. Being so exhausted, even the toughness he had learned to create during his
Bakusai Tenketsu training was wavering, and it was almost completely automatic requiring no effort
on his part to remain in effect. It was a mark of how low his reserves were falling.
Once, he would have screamed to the heavens that it was all Ranma Saotome's fault, but he
knew better this time. This was his fault. He had raped Ranma, an act totally unforgivable, and he
had been sent to hell for it. Tears streamed down his cheeks. He would never see Akane again,
never be cuddled to her bosom again. Never be held in her arms, safe from the indignities a cruel
world held for a helpless little pig. What a fool he had been. What he had called a curse had been
the greatest blessing he could ever have hoped for. However, even as these thoughts crossed his
mind, he knew he would never give up his precious cure. No matter how he longed for the comfort
of Akane's warm arms cuddling his pig form, he longed even more to feel them around his human
body.
A sharp high pitched scream suddenly wrenched his attention
back to his surroundings, and he cursed himself for letting his
attention wonder. In this place not paying attention was a capital
crime. He oriented as best he could on the direction the scream had
come from, and started to make his way toward it.
Ryouga blinked in amazement, and not a little shock at the scene
below him. Three small puke colored Demons, well, small in
comparison to the ones Ryouga had been dealing with, these were half
again as large as he was, were sitting on the ground, moaning in pain.
They were all facing each other, their legs crossed so that their groins
were pressed close together. Each of them was blessed with a penis
more than six feet in length. A few days before that would have
amazed Ryouga, but he'd seen far more impressive ones in the last
three days. What was widening his eyes was not the demon's
endowments. It was the fact that a blue haired girl in tight clothing
that hugged ever inch of her body, and with a red hair ribbon holding
back her long hair was currently braiding those endowments as if they
were so much rope. Even as Ryouga watched, she tied a final bow in
the very end, and stepped back to admire her work.
"Bitch!" One of the demons moaned. Ryouga's ears pricked up.
The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't place it.
"It's your own fault!" The girl retorted, "what were you thinking,
attacking me like that? It's been two years since any of you lesser
Shikima had a chance with me."
"Who the fuck are you?" One of the other demons spat out, and
again, Ryouga thought he sounded familiar for some reason.
"You don't know who I am?" The girl said with some surprise.
"Where have you been for the last three years?" Then her glance
turned in Ryouga's direction, and he ducked down out of sight.
However, she was not looking for him. Instead her gaze swept from
the area behind him back to the three bound demons. She started to
chuckle. "Ah, so you've been guesting with the ladies. You must have
more stamina than you show."
"Ha, bloody ha," the last demon said. "Big joke. I've been
without for so long I'd wear a female down to a husk if I got the
chance. We've been trapped in a temple for the last two thousand
years, and not a sniff of a female in all that time." Ryouga's face
twisted into a frown. He knew he'd heard that voice before.
"Ah, so then you don't know me. I'm Miko Mido, daughter of
King Sikima."
The three demons looked at her aghast,
"You're Sikima's daughter?" "You're the daughter of the king
of the Shikima?" "No bloody way!" Were their responses to this
statement. Nendex, who had objected to her story, continued. "Your
fully human form, not a tentacle or horn on you. If you're the daughter
of the king where are your demon markings?" Every demon unless
warded has to show his nature in some way. Completely human
looking ones have to have demon markings clearly showing. Where
are yours?"
"I'm only half demon, and I've spent my whole life being
trained in the Miroku ninja clan's sex-craft. I have almost full
control of my nature. My demon half only manifests when I'm
under severe stress, and when it does there's is no question as to my
nature. The rest of the time my human side is paramount."
"Daughter of the demon king?" Ryouga mused to himself. In his
exhausted state he had focused on that, and had missed the rest of
conversation while he thought over the implications of that fact. It was
a good thing he had stayed hidden. She might have lured him in and
then killed him. She looked completely human to Ryouga. He would
have let her get close with no fear at all. "Well," he decided, "No
point in hanging around here. Might as well leave her to her meal . .
. " Ryouga suddenly froze, a memory had twitched in his weary head.
The strangely familiar voices, the reference to a temple. It couldn't be,
could it?
"Look, just let us go girl, and we won't give you any more
trouble. Extefan, Nendex and me, we'll just go away. Alright?"
"Ergan?" Both Miko and the three demons turned in surprise at
the faint voice. Standing above them, and looking down at their little
group, was a figure in a yellow shirt and black pants, a massive
backpack on his back.
"Ryouga!?" Ergan said incredulously. "What the fuck are you
doing here?"
"It is you!" Ryouga answered, ignoring the return question. He
had no idea of how he got here, and was more concerned with his
friend at the moment. "What happened to you? How did you end up
in those bodies? Is it a Jusenkyo curse?"
Before Ergan could reply, Nendex broke in. "That's right
Ryouga. This is a demon princess. She's trying to start her own army.
She kidnaped us and splashed us with water. We were too
embarrassed to tell you about our curses, what with us being priests
and all. You have to help us."
"Hey! What the heck is going on around here?" Miko cried
out. She had been looking back and forth between the two of them
with growing confusion. Nendex's last outrageous statement had
jerked her out of her bemused state. She glared up at Ryouga. "Who
are you? What are you doing here? Are you a Suzuka?"
Ryouga unslung his umbrella from behind his head and
brandished it. He tried to point it toward her, but the last blow he
had delivered with it had left it with a decided kink. As a result as
he tried to sight down its length, he ended up pointing it off over the
horizon somewhere. He finally gave up and placed it behind his
back with the precise care used by the very drunk, or the very tired.
"My name is Ryouga Hibiki, and for what you have done to my
friends, I will punish you."
Miko facefaulted, and the three demons big-sweated.
"He's gone around the bend." Nendex muttered.
"No, he's just totally exhausted." Ergan replied, a look of
concentration on his face.
The other two demons looked at him in surprise. "You can still
access him?" Nendex asked.
"I wish! No. Without Urgant's mirror, I can't get fully into
this head. There is a trace of the old connection though. Enough to
feel his mental state, but not enough to make him do anything."
"Damn!" Nendex said, "I was hoping you could use him to
distract her while we got away. I didn't survive two thousand years
of total boredom to become a meal three days after we end up back
here."
Ergan was focusing intently on Ryouga, who was moving
around so he was between Miko and the demons. He gave a small
smile and nodded his head in satisfaction. "It's still there. I was
afraid it might have broken when the mirror was destroyed, but his
session with the redhead must have sealed it."
"What the fuck are you talking about!?" Extefan demanded.
"You know Ryouga's a berserker right?"
"Well of course."
They all looked at where Ryouga was making a bull rush
toward Miko. She sidestepped and tripped him, sending him face
first into a large rock. They winced, but Ryouga got back to his feet,
none the worse for his fall. The rock was not so fortunate. Ergan
sighed in relief and went back to his explanation.
"Well, when I was working on getting him to nail the redhead,
I had a lot of trouble. He's got some very strong feelings about
forcing girls. Shit, he's got a major phobia about even talking to
one, for Lucifer's sake. On the other hand, he had some really
strong repressed feelings about the redhead. Real, real repressed.
He had them buried under one hell of a pile of mad. You remember
how he was always ranting about how Saotome had ruined his life.
Turns out half of that was because of plain old denial. You know
how hung up humans get about some things. Seeing as how he was
so mad at her, and had all that bottled up passion, I worked a
linkage between his two strongest feelings for her, lust and anger.
All the anger he feels for Ranma is now hooked straight into his
libido. With any luck it might work the same way here if he gets
mad enough at the bitch."
Ergan cast a speculative eye over to where Miko was facing off
against a very tired, but still very mad Ryouga. Ryouga threw a
punch at her that she easily avoided by somersaulting straight up
and over him. As she passed over his head she let go with a kick
that caused him to stagger forward several feet before catching his
balance. He turned back toward her, an angry expression on his
face.
Ergan nodded in satisfaction. "If he gets angry enough at the
bitch, his balls will take over, and all those restraints about forcing
girls will get bypassed. He'll become a fucking machine, and I
mean that both ways, all his anger gets dumped into his sex drive.
You saw what happened with the redhead, how calm and controlled
he got once he tipped over the edge. Once he gets going, he won't
stop until he's exhausted his ability to get it up. With all the
Shikima magic he must have running through him by now, if he
goes into that state, he'll be keeping the bitch busy for at least the
rest of the day, even if she is Sikima's daughter."
"That's not going to do 'us' much good," Extefan protested.
"He's mad at her for what she's done to his 'friends' and
'benefactors', but he looks too damn tired to be thinking with his
balls. He is only a human after all, no matter how strong he is."
"Shit! You have been away a long time," Ergan said. "If that
bitch was telling the truth, and she is Sikima's daughter, then she
isn't going to give him any option."
Just then Miko made another leap that carried her over the
three bound demons. Looking straight up between her spread legs
Ergan spotted a tell-tail wet spot where her tight silk pants pressed
into the cleft of her sex. Ryouga had to come to a stumbling stop to
avoid running into the three bound demons. Carefully, he made his
way around them, and once again set off after Miko.
Ergan sniffed the air, and his prick gave a sudden lurch, much
to the dismay of his fellow captives.
"Fuck!" They both screamed at once, then cried out in pain again as Ergan started to
forcibly unknot their cocks. "What the shit do you think you're doing!?" Extefan screamed,
trying to knock Ergan's hands away from his tender member.
"Shut up and help me Asshole! Can't you smell it? Didn't
you see her pants? The bitch is practically flooding the place with
pheromones. If we don't get ourselves untied, we're going to
mangle each other." The others looked at him wide eyed, and then
hastily began to force their members apart, holding their breath all
the while, and gritting their teeth against the pain. After several
painful seconds, the three of them were free. Now that the risk to
their most precious possession was gone, they took the time to
assess the situation.
Even as they watched, Miko landed a brutal kick to Ryouga's
chin. The blow staggered him back several feet, where he tripped
over a small boulder and fell onto his back. His lack of sleep and
reluctance to fight a girl, even one that was really a demon, was
clearly hampering him. Obviously her fully human, and very
female, appearance was keeping him from really being able to
believe she was what she said she was.
"Damn!" Ergan swore as he closed his eyes to better
concentrate. "He's not getting mad enough. He had a real mad on
at that redhead when I set those links. He has to get at least that
mad if he's going to tip over the edge. He's nowhere near that
angry at her . . . Unless . . . ?"
"I don't like the sound of that," Extefan said. He looked
worriedly at Ergan who was looking a little pale himself. "What's
the problem?"
"Ah, well . . . I just realized something. I wasn't all that
careful the last time. All I wanted was to get his motor going. It
could be that the only person he can cut loose on is the redhead. I
linked his anger into his lust all right, but it might be it was just his
feelings about Ranma in particular. Could be that he'll be just his
normal half-witted self with any other girl. Maybe he won't be able
to take the fight to the bitch after all."
The three demons looked at each other, then as one they said.
"Lets get the fuck out of here!" Scrambling madly, not watching
where they were going, only wanting to put as much space as they
could between themselves and the vengeful daughter of their king
before she finished with Ryouga, they headed out, traveling toward
the area Ryouga had just exited.
Miko Mido had been thoroughly enjoying herself. The last
two years of training had really paid off for her. When the three
demons had jumped her an hour or so ago, she had handled them
easily. Never once had they pushed her to the point where she had
needed to use her sex-craft. Instead, she had kicked butt using
nothing but her martial arts training, a vast improvement over her
situation of a few years ago.
The Miroku clan ninjas, who had expelled Miko's mother over
her relationship with Miko's father, practiced a very special style of
close in fighting. Basically, while they were accomplished fighters,
their real skill did not come into effect until they had seemingly lost
the fight. At the time their skills had been created and perfected,
the fate of an attractive female who was defeated in battle was pretty
much guaranteed. The Miroku had taken full advantage of this
situation when they created their style. As a result, more than one
supposedly victorious warrior had met his death between the legs of
his defeated foe.
Over time word of their 'talent', and the danger of exercising
the victor's rights with them got around, and the Miroku had to
adapt. They mastered the arts of inflaming their opponent's lust to
the point where they discarded rational thought when the
opportunity to slake that lust appeared. From the time they were
able to walk, the women of the Miroku were trained in the use of
their body, and how to use it to inflame their opponents. By the
time they reached puberty they had full mastery of their clan's sex-
craft, and could use it to devastating effect. Ingrained behavior
kicked in at the merest suggestion of battle. Subtle body language
enticed their opponent, attacking him through his visual senses.
The release of pheromones affected him through his sense of smell.
Subtle strikes given in the course of battle affected him through his
sense of touch. Artful little noises that affected the opponents
primal instincts at a level far below his awareness made use of his
hearing. Only the sense of taste was not used in the preliminaries,
but it was in the later stages. All the time their bodies were enticing
the foe, it was also preparing itself for the coming activity. A
Miroku Ninja in combat was always at full sexual readiness, and it
was not uncommon for their juices to leak through the fabric of their
outfits, and to inflame their opponents even more.
Miko suddenly sprang backward several yards and looked at
Ryouga warily. He had suddenly shifted his fighting style, and was
glowering at her with a face red with rage. She watched him
closely, wondering if he had been playing possum. As she did so,
she tried to analyze his new style. It was like nothing she had seen
or heard of. Her teachers had always warned her to be careful when
fighting someone who used an unconventional stance or attack.
They might be an untrained wanna-be, or they might be a master of
some esoteric art.
Suddenly Miko let out a snort of laughter. Ryouga hadn't
adopted some new and bizarre fighting style to surprise her with. He
was not red with rage. What he was, was embarrassed, and his
supposed secret fighting style was merely his efforts to hide the fact
that he had a raging erection. Trying to keep a smirk off her face,
Miko moved back into fighting range, confident she had Ryouga's
measure.
Miko had been brought up never knowing her heritage, but she
had not gone untrained. Her Grandmother had trained her in all the
Miroku arts. She had been an excellent student and had quickly
become the greatest master of sex-craft in her generation. However
that did not mean she was the greatest fighter. Far too often for her
liking in her earlier years she had been defeated and raped by her
opponents. True, in the end, she had always been victorious. Once
the battle moved into the sexual arena she was able to defeat her
foes with relative ease, but the fact that she had to do it in that way
rankled.
Unlike the average Miroku, Miko had been raised in normal
human society. Outside of her training with her grandmother, she
had lived as a normal girl. The Miroku saw rape as the start of the
real fight, Miko could not help but look on it as a defeat and a
failure on her part.
As a result, for the last two years, from just after the Cyborg
Suzukas had attacked the Shikima realm, she had trained to perfect
her skills in the martial art's. The sweat and effort had been well
rewarded. The proof being the ease with which she had handled the
three demons.
However, as the battle between her and Ryouga continued, her
satisfaction over that victory was souring. The young man she was
fighting was not putting up much of a fight at all. He was clearly in
bad shape. She could see he was favoring his side, and through a
rent in his shirt she could make out three claw marks seeping blood.
On top of his injuries, he seemed to have a great reluctance to strike
her. Not to mention that he gave the impression that the fact he was
aroused was a matter of great personal shame. He could be a
Suzuka ninja, the Miroku's greatest rivals in the field of sex-craft,
faking it, but she didn't think so. As far as she knew the Suzuka
were no more. Besides, the boy didn't seem to have one iota of sex-
craft. She knew her own skills well, and how much she had
improved since the last time she faced the Suzuka. She did not
think that she could be fooled that badly anymore.
Miko decided to try and defuse the situation before the boy got
hurt. "Look, why don't we talk about this. Those demons lied to
you. It's clear that you know them from somewhere, but I'm not
your enemy."
For a second the boy hesitated, then his expression firmed as
much as his exhaustion would allow. "Liar!" He cried out. "I heard
what you said. You said you were the daughter of the king of this
hell. Those were my friends you were hurting. They gave me the
most precious gift I've ever received. They gave me back my
manhood. They were priests, monks! For what you did to those
good men, I will punish you." He pulled the umbrella from behind
his head once again, and charged. Miko bounded out of the way,
feeling exasperation at his stubbornness. Why wouldn't he listen?
He has seen what his so-called friends looked like. Surely he didn't
think they were really priests and monks?
Her expression of exasperation turned to one of shock as the
boy brought his bent and battered umbrella down on the boulder that
Miko had been standing in front of a second before, and it shattered.
She drew in a shocked breath, and suddenly became much more
worried. The boy was far more dangerous than she had thought, if
that had connected with her . . . She shuddered. Still, she could not
really bring herself to think he was a true enemy. He seemed so
pathetic. On the other hand, she couldn't keep dodging like this all
day. As tired as he seemed, he gave no indication of stopping.
Even now, despite trickling blood from several scratches caused by
the exploding boulder, he was still coming after her.
Miko back flipped several yards away, and considered her
options. She didn't want to fight him anymore, but she had to stop
him before he hurt himself, or got in a lucky blow. In the last two
years she done more than just improve her martial arts. She had, at
her mother's insistence, worked on understanding the gifts she
possessed from her father's side of the family.
The Shikima were like humans in many ways. They had a
common nature, but wildly varying skills and talents. The vast
majority of Shikima were Succubuses and Incubuses. Some of those
were dream stalkers. Coming to mankind, and woman kind, in their
sleep they drained them of energy through sexual dreams. More
rare was the Shikima who could physically interact in the real world
with humans, taking on the image and behavior of the one their
victim lusted after. Those Shikima were always of the higher
classes, and rather than being ravenous feeders, could pick and
choose when and whom to drain. Eight hundred years ago, before
the Shikima were restricted to their own realm by the agreement
with the Miroku, those Shikima had wondered the earth freely. The
fact that they were able to control their hunger, rare in demons, let
them move easily among their prey.
Miko was not a Succubus herself. Her skill in draining energy
was pretty much non-existent, but she had discovered that she had
some of the lesser Succubus's gifts. One of those was tailor-made
for the current situation. As she continued to avoid the shambling
figure or Ryouga, she concentrated. Slowly an aura began to form
around her, and extend toward Ryouga. He blinked bleary eyes at it,
and then it washed over him.
"Well, well, well, if it ain't Mr. I've-got-a-cock-and-you-don't.
How's it hanging, Pig boy?"
"Ranma?" Ryouga said incredulously. He had been fighting
the demon girl, then she had stumbled and caught her hair on
something. When she straightened, her hair had stayed behind. Or
rather the wig she had been wearing had stayed behind. Her body
also seemed to shift and change. Ryouga stared in befuddlement at
the familiar redhead in front of him. While he did so, the scenery
seemed to fade and shift as well, and he suddenly found himself in
the Tendo Dojo.
He looked around wildly, and suddenly realized he was sitting
up in a pile of sheets, and a Futon was under him. "A dream . . . It
was all a dream?"
"Yo, earth to Ryouga, you in there Mr. P?"
Ryouga looked up at Ranma, who was bending over to look
him in the face. The front of her shirt fell open and her glorious
breasts were displayed, a dangling double handful of delight. A
hand lightly slapped him across the face, and he realized that he
had been staring for several minutes.
"God Ryouga, you really are a pervert." Ranma said, standing
up and backing off a few feet. "Don't you get off enough looking at
Akane? Not that she has anything to really look at."
"A dream," Ryouga said in a faint voice, "it was all a dream."
"Yea, yea, whatever. Come on Ryouga, I want to get this over
with before everyone wakes up." Ranma took a fighting stance and
waited expectantly.
Ryouga stared in surprise for a second, then the last of the
cobwebs seemed to leave his mind. He suddenly realized what was
going on. He had finally managed to corner Ranma into giving him
the fight he was owed. If he could beat Ranma here, she had
promised to acknowledge him the greater fighter. Ryouga gave a
laugh. "Sorry Ranma, I was having a really weird dream, but I'm
ready to put you in your proper place now." Ryouga got off the
futon, and matched Ranma's posture. Narrowing his eyes, he
growled. "Ranma, this is the day you pay for all the hell you've put
me through."
"Big talk coming from some guy who doubles as a plush toy."
Ranma said with a laugh. Her laughter suddenly turned into a gasp
of shock as Ryouga blurred across the room and grabbed her by the
throat. Spinning, Ryouga hauled her off her feet and slammed her
up against the wall. Ranma's fingers frantically pulled at Ryouga's
clasping hand, but couldn't shift it even a fraction of an inch away
from her delicate throat. Ryouga grinned in delight at her frantic
motions to free herself.
"Surprised Ranma? Did you really think you'd be able to keep
one step ahead of me forever? I finally mastered speed. Now, not
only am I twice as strong as you, I'm twice as fast as well."
Ryouga started to lower his hand, forcing Ranma to her knees.
With his free hand, he unbuttoned his trousers, and fished out his
12-inch cock. Ranma's eyes bulged in fear, and she tried to beg for
mercy, but Ryouga only laughed. Tangling both hands in her hair
he forced her head forward till the head of his manhood crushed her
lips. For a second Ranma resisted, then giving in to the inevitable,
she let her mouth open and Ryouga thrust in past her teeth, shoving
aside her tongue. He reached the entrance to her throat and
continued on. A bulge formed on the soft skin of her neck as his
giant member forced its way down. Finally, Ryouga was buried
balls-deep in Ranma's mouth, and he savored the sensation.
Ranma's throat worked frantically, whether to speak or to breathe,
Ryouga neither knew nor cared. All that mattered was that the
sensation was exquisite. But delightful as the sensation of having
his balls resting on Ranma's chin was, there were other places that
would feel even better. Pulling his hips back, he withdrew himself
from her wide-spread mouth. A streamer of spit and pre-cum hung
from the tip and arched across to Rama's still partially open mouth.
Wrenching her head up, he smiled down at Ranma, who looked
back up at him with glistening eyes.
"Please Ryouga, fuck me. I need it so bad."
"If you insist Ranma, who am I to argue."
Spinning Ranma around, he forced her to bend over till her
head touched the floor and her ass waved in the air. Ripping her
pants from her body, he fell to his knees and slammed his cock
home with one massive shove. Deep into her body he surged, her
hot flesh parting like butter in front of the hot knife of his cock. His
thighs spanked home against her upturned cheeks, and his balls
swung forward against Ranma's clit. Ryouga felt her tight passage
convulse as she orgasmed around his raging manhood.
"Oh gods yes, fuck me, fuck me!" Ranma screamed in ecstasy
as Ryouga pulled almost all the way out, then thrust home yet again.
Ryouga shoved on the middle of Ranma's back with one hand,
forcing her balloon-like tits to flatten out against the floor. He bent
over her body and slid his free hand between one of her squashed
breasts and the floor. Back and forth he sawed his cock as he
hunched over her small body. Pulling out till the head emerged,
then a second later plunging deep into her body. Every time he
slammed home, a grunt escaped from Ranma, and the breast in his
hand was shoved forward firmly into the palm. Bringing his other
hand around, Ryouga grasped Ranma's free breast. Rearing back,
he pulled her body up off the floor, using her soft tit flesh as
handholds as he intensified his thrusting. Looking down, he
watched in satisfaction and lust as his massive meat powered into
Ranma's body again and again.
"Who's the real man now, Ranma?" Ryouga shouted, as he
pounded his hips against her upraised ass.
"You are. You are! O god, fuck me harder Ryouga. Fuck me,
fuck me, fuck meeeeee!!!"
Ryouga felt his balls start to ache with a familiar pain, and
with a last gasp, he hammered himself home, his cock sinking balls-
deep into the writhing girl under him as he shot load after load of
male fluid deep into Ranma's submissive body. Ryouga slumped
forward over his defeated foe, his victory complete.
With a soft sigh, the boy, who a minute before had been
hammering at Miko's upturned ass, rolled over and lay on the
ground, deep asleep.
"Well, that worked great." Miko said ruefully, as she rubbed
her aching posterior where Ryouga's thighs had slammed into it
repeatedly. "God, he must have cement for muscles. I'm going to be
sore for a week."
Miko had tried to use her limited abilities to shove the
exhausted Ryouga over into a dream state, and hopefully from there
into a real slumber. She had succeeded, but had made the mistake
of getting too close to the boy before she realized he was still
moving. Even though he was deep in a sex dream conjured up from
his subconscious, he had stayed on his feet, and before Miko knew
what was happening, he had her by the throat. After that, it was the
same old story of Miko's life. Meet male, get raped. Oh well, at
least she could claim it was part of her plan all along.
Miko knelt down beside the sleeping boy and took a closer look
at him. Under the dirt he was really quite handsome. She let her
gaze slip down to where his flaccid, juice coated cock was slowly but
steadily regaining its erect state. She blinked in surprise. That was
impressive. For a human to recover and be ready to go that fast was
very good.
It was too bad his attributes were so, well, so 'human.' After
the last few years, Miko had a hard time taking anything less than
eighteen inches in length seriously. A fact that had cost her in her
few attempts at a human boyfriend. It was really quite frustrating.
She could have all the sex she could handle, or she could have love,
but not, it seemed, both. Humans got upset if you slipped out to
knock off a quickie with a multi-gifted demon. And as for finding
love with a demon, the closest she came was with her father, and he
was not exactly eligible in the sex department. Not that he would
object, and Miko had a sneaking feeling that her mother would
welcome her into their bed just as warmly, but her human
upbringing meant she could not get comfortable with the idea. A
low moan broke into her train of thought, and she blinked in surprise
as the boy on the ground lifted an arm and brushed it across his
forehead.
Ryouga tried to wipe the gritty feeling from his face, and gave
up when he realized the feeling was on the inside. He lowered his
arm, opened his eyes, and gazed into the face of the demon girl he
had been fighting. She spoke up hastily before he could do anything.
"Hold it, don't start anything!" She moved a few feet away and
knelt back down, holding out her open hands in a peace gesture.
"See, I'm not doing anything threatening. Lets just talk and get this
thing straightened out."
"Why should I trust you?" Ryouga gritted out. "You may look
human, but I heard you admit to being a demon."
"I only said my father was a demon. My mother is as human as
you . . . " Miko took in Ryouga's fangs, and remembered his
strength. "Actually, more human than you. Look, for the first
eighteen years of my life I didn't even know about my father. I was
raised by my grandmother in the human realm. I still spend most of
my time there. I'm only here to visit my mother and to practice my
martial arts."
"You're a martial artist?" Ryouga asked in surprise.
"Not as good as I thought I was, but yes, I'm a martial artist."
Ryouga cast his mind back to the fight. "Actually you're not
bad. You were doing fairly well against me."
"Only because you were exhausted, but as soon as you got your
hands on me it was over, I didn't have a chance."
"Got my hands on you . . . ?" For the first time Ryouga noticed
she was missing her pants, and the front of her blouse was ripped
away from her breasts. Normally he would at that point have started
spouting blood like a fire hose, but the horror caused by the
implications of the girl's words and the missing and damaged
clothes completely bypassed that reaction.
"Oh gods, not again! Tell me I didn't do it again!"
"What?"
"I didn't . . . didn't . . ." Ryouga gestured in a way that
encompassed Miko's disheveled state, and his own exposed
manhood, which he hastily tucked away.
"Rape me? Yep, and you didn't do too bad a job of it, for a
human. You're awfully strong, and not just for a human either. I
don't think I've ever met a demon as strong as you seem to be, at
least not without being a dozen times bigger, that is."
Ryouga stared at her incredulously. "You don't mind!?"
Miko shrugged. "Not really, I'd have rather we could have
done it differently, but it was still nice enough. Being raped is part
of the territory around here. I'd hoped I'd gotten good enough to
avoid it, but I guess I still have some work to do." She looked at him
appraisingly, taking in the bulge in his pants. "We could still do it
the romantic way, if you like?" Another thing that had changed with
Miko was that she had finally accepted her high sex drive. It made
her life a little easier, and cut down on the mayhem when she walked
down the street. Frustrated, she tended to emit pheromones, and that
had a habit of stimulating the people she passed on the street. After
one too many cute boys had walked in front of a car after she had
passed, she had decided to give in to the inevitable and just enjoy
herself. She was still determined to find that special someone
though. You never knew where he might turn up. Ryouga had been
nothing special the first time, but maybe while wide awake . . .
Ryouga ignored her less than subtle invitation. Something else
had floated up out of his confused mind. The dream. "Did you do
that. Did you make me dream of doing that to Ranma?"
"Ranma?" Miko said in puzzlement, and then her face cleared.
"Oh, was that the name of the girl in your wet dream? Funny name
for a girl, but I didn't have anything to do with who was in your
dream, I'm not a mind reader. I just put you in a state where you'd
dream about the one you most wanted to have sex with. Who was
she? Some sort of TV star or something?"
"NO! That's a lie! I don't want to have sex with Ranma. She's
a guy!" Ryouga leaped to his feet. "I'm not listening to any more of
this! You're a demon. You couldn't beat me with your fists, so
you're trying to make me crazy!" Ryouga turned and ran, or rather
stumbled very fast. His five minute nap had done very little to give
his body the rest it needed.
Miko watched him go, a bemused look on her face. "She's a
'guy'" Miko repeated to herself. "And he thinks 'I'm' trying to
make him crazy." Then her bemusement fled as she realized the
direction the boy was running in. "Hey! Stop! Don't go that way!
That's the female's section! Oh shit!" Miko set out in bounding
leaps after the boy who was just rounding a corner in a nearby
canyon. The same one the three demons had disappeared down a
half an hour ago.
Miko rounded the corner, and saw nothing. The boy was not in
sight. She looked down the length of the canyon to the next bend.
"He couldn't have made it that far, this fast. Could he?" Without
options, she raced down the canyon, and around the corner, and
almost ran into a multi-tentacled monstrosity nearly twenty feet high
and just as wide. Several eyes swivelled down to look at her. There
were three yelling and pleading creatures caught up in its various
grasping members.
Miko skidded to a halt just inches from the hulking creature,
which whipped an eyeball-tipped tentacle around to look her straight
in the face. A horrible burbling voice bubbled up from somewhere
deep inside the creature. "Miko! Look at what I found Miko!
They're just the cutest little things. Don't they look sweet and
cuddly? I was just taking them home to introduce them to all my
other friends. Klaus, and Helmut and Gunther and Fritz and . . ."
The creature's voice suddenly trailed off, and then started again in a
much subdued voice. "I can keep them, can't I Miko? I found them,
and they weren't with anyone else. They're not yours, are they?
Please, please Miko, say I can keep them."
Miko looked up at her three erstwhile attackers. They looked
back with the closest thing to puppy dog eyes a Shikima demon
could manage. The sight was vaguely nauseating. Well, Miko
thought to herself. The one did say that if he ever got a chance at
female he'd wear her down to a husk. I think Orrangesh-chan
should keep him busy for a few centuries.
"Sure honey, they're all yours."
"Oh thank you, thank you, Miko. Orrangesh-chan is so happy.
She'll take ever so good care of them."
"I'm sure you will honey. Did you see a human boy run by just
now?"
Orrangesh-chan shook her upper half violently, which caused
her captives to be flailed hither and yon. Miko winced as Extefan
and Nendex were battered against the canyon walls. "Uh-uh,
Orrangesh-chan only see Orrangesh-chan's new friends. Orrangesh-
chan not see any other nice thing."
"Thank you Orrangesh-chan. Have fun." Miko waved and then
turned and bounded up to the top of the canyon. There was no way
she could have lost the boy, but somehow she had. Ignoring the
noises coming from behind her, she bounded away toward her Father
and Mother's favorite hot spring. They had sent her a message to
come and see them. That was why she was here in the first place.
As she left, she couldn't help but wish that her parents lived on the
female side of the Shikima Realm. It would make her life so much
less 'interesting'.
Several hours later. Another place, another surreal landscape,
this one manufactured from gleaming chrome and glass. In this
place, the light was also uneven. Soft flourescent lighting warred
with the brilliance of the late afternoon sun, and lost. A vast
cavernous building, filled with thousands of people, all talking and
shouting at the same time. Every few minutes their incessant noise
would be drowned out by a roaring scream as the image of a
gleaming silver bird flashed by the windows.
Through the maelstrom of people who filled the airport
terminal, a bubble of space moved. In the center of that space was an
attractive young woman was strolling along. Her fine brown hair
tied into a loose pony tail and drawn forward over her left shoulder.
As she moved through the crowds, they eddied and parted before her,
and closed up behind her. She was never jostled, never had to pause.
She walked forward with a smile on her face, and for a brief second,
as she passed, similar smiles appeared on the faces of the harried
travelers who parted around her. Kasumi Tendo was almost home,
and the joy in her heart seemed to reach out and hug all those near
her.
Kasumi eventually made it to the taxi stand, where the driver
jumped from his seat, and took her luggage. Placing it in the trunk,
he quickly came back and held the door for her. She gave him a
cheerful smile, and his face looked like it might crack as he returned
it. She was almost home, almost home. The words sang in her
head. Kasumi's fingers itched. She could feel the shape of her
favorite vegetable knife in them. Recipes ran through her head. A
list of things to do followed after. Oh, it was going to be so good to
be home again. She hoped Aunty Nodoka had not done too much
while she was away. Kasumi settled back in her seat humming a
happy tune. The driver of the cab drove toward his goal, and found
that his hangover from the night before had vanished, and the sour
pain in his gut was gone. He felt great. Without being aware of it,
he started humming along with his passenger in the back seat.
The setting was much more mundane than the previous two,
but it had its elements of chaos as well. Cologne, elder of the
Amazon tribe, the most fearsome fighter in all Nerima, stood in the
mouth of an alley. Her battle aura cast sharp-edged shadows down
its length. Drawing a deep breath, and focusing all her will on her
target, she prepared to fire a blast of energy that would reduce the
ravager of her granddaughter to ashes.
When Shampoo looked up from the fallen figure of her mistress
and lover and stared at the contorted face of her Obaba, she knew
that words would not stop what was coming. Timing her move to
perfection, she interposed her body between Nabiki and Cologne just
as the latter let loose her vengeful blast. Crossing her arms in front
of her, she skidded backward two feet as her battle aura shed her
Grandmothers blast, diverting it around both herself and Nabiki.
Shampoo did not come out unscathed. The edges of her clothes
began to char, and the trailing edges of her hair simply disappeared
as the wind rushing by Shampoo pushed them outside the protection
offered by her aura.
When finally the blast subsided, Shampoo dropped her arms
and stared at Cologne, who looked back, her face white with shock.
Shampoo was fairly shocked herself. She had not expected to come
out of that in anywhere near as good a condition as she had. She had
no time to think of that however. Her Great Grandmother was
temporarily off guard from shock. Shampoo knew that would not
last. "Nabiki, you go home, find Ranma." She shouted. Then she
attacked.
Shampoo had only once seen her Grandmother fought to a
standstill, and that was by Ranma using the Neko-ken. Shampoo
could not achieve the full Neko-ken herself, but her time spent with
her cat curse gave her a certain insight into it. She could not
hesitate, could not think, she had to attack, and keep on attacking.
Hopefully her Grandmother would stay on the defensive, but
Shampoo could not. She had to attack for real, and pray it would be
enough to keep her grandmother from getting to Nabiki before the
other girl could make it home. No matter how mad Great
Grandmother was, Shampoo could not see her killing someone who
could not defend herself in front of witnesses. Not once she had a
chance to cool down.
Nabiki watched as Shampoo drove Cologne from the alley.
The old woman was on the defensive, and she gave ground before
Shampoo's attack. Nabiki was awed by the fury Shampoo was
demonstrating. She was in berserk mode. Nabiki watched as
Cologne used her staff to shove a refuse bin in Shampoo's path, the
purple haired girl shredded it. The only thing Nabiki had ever seen
close to it was Ranma's Neko-ken. As the two figures vanished from
her sight, she started to move.
A battered, dirty figure walked out of the heat haze of a long
summer day in Nerima. He moved with the ease and freedom of
movement of an arthritic septuagenarian. Ryouga Hibiki was
exhausted. Not, I-stayed-up-a-little-too-late-last-night-and-boy-am-
I-beat exhausted. He was, I-haven't-slept-for-three-days-because-
giant-slimy-monsters-with-body-parts-I-don't-even-want-to-think-
about-kept-trying-to-eat-me exhausted.
Ryouga walked down the street in a daze. His face was covered
in dirt where it was not washed clean by his sweat. His familiar
yellow and black outfit was a tattered ruin. Even his trusty umbrella
looked much the worse for wear, there being a rather sharp bend in
the middle of it.
A small pebble appeared in the road ahead of Ryouga, and he
paused, looking down at it with weary eyes. He contemplated the
effort needed to step over it, and decided to go around instead.
Turning, he took one step, and then his bleary eyes widened as he
took in the sign in front of him. Hesitantly he reached out and
touched it, unable to believe it was real. With a finger that
shuddered from weariness, he traced out the words. *Tendo School
of Anything Goes Martial Arts.* With a sob, he leaned his forehead
against the sign. He was here. He had made it. After literally
walking through hell, he had made it back to the closest thing to a
home he possessed.
Staggering through the gate his steps became stronger with
every one he took toward the house. "Akane, I've come back." He
whispered in a barely audible voice. Then his footsteps slowed, and
another name crossed his lips. "Ranma?" Shame filled him. How
dare he think of going near Akane after what he had done to Ranma.
No matter what Ranma might have done to him in the past that was
a pale shadow of sin compared to the way he had left her after their
last meeting, sprawled senseless and naked on the ground, his fluids
leaking from her ravaged body.
Ryouga gave a heartfelt groan as his body reacted to that image.
He felt his cock lurch in his pants, and begin to harden into an
inflexible spear of flesh. It was a sensation he had become far too
familiar with lately. His prick had spent a good part of the last three
days in that state. His mind might be wracked with guilt, but his
body felt no such emotion. His hands tingled with remembrance of
the soft mounds they had squeezed and mauled, and as they did, his
hips gave a small lurch as his body remembered the pleasure it had
felt as it had driven its cock into Ranma's helpless body again and
again. He groaned in mental anguish as his member rubbed against
the coarse material of his pants, tenting the front of them and
straining the worn fabric to the breaking point.
"No!" Ryouga screamed. Turning, the weary boy fled for the
gates in a shambling run. She couldn't be right! Ranma was a guy.
A guy! Ryouga couldn't feel that way about a guy. He couldn't! As
he rushed blindly toward escape, he missed the gates, but not the
wall. With a crash, he ran head on into it. Under normal
circumstances, he would not even have slowed, plowing right
through it and out into the street, but even his legendary endurance
had been sapped by three days without sleep, and other things.
Ryouga bounced back from the shattered wall, staggered a few steps,
and then like a tree, twisting as it fell, he turned and toppled face
first into the koi pond.
Nodoka Saotome, attracted by the noise in the yard, stepped out
on the porch, and noticed the boy floating face down in the
ornamental pond. With a cry of surprise, she dashed across the yard,
and unmindful of the damage she was doing to her kimono, waded
in to pull the boy's face up out of the water.
"Soun, Genma! Please, come quickly, I need help!" A few
minutes later, Soun and a soggy Panda laid the comatose boy out on
a futon Nodoka had hastily set up in the dojo. She had recognized
Ryouga as soon as the men had turned him over in the pond, and
knowing him to be a friend of Ranma and Akane's, had ordered him
taken in, but with the house so crowded with girls she had no place
to put him but here. However, the night was warm, and from what
she knew of Ryouga, he would be fine in the Spartan
accommodations. She wished Ranma and Akane were here, but they
were spending the night at Ukyou's. Kasumi was due home this
evening, but there was no telling for sure when she would arrive.
So, it was up to her to look after the injured boy.
As soon as Soun and Genma left, she knelt down beside the lost
boy and examined him for injuries. A quick inspection showed that
he was breathing evenly, and except for numerous cuts, bruises, and
scratches, he seemed to have no serious hur . . . Her train of thought
jolted to a stop, and she gave a sudden gasp. Her searching hands
had moved a flap of his shirt, and had revealed three long shallow
cuts, red and angry looking. Carefully, trying not to cause him pain,
she pulled at the flap of cloth, and then stopped as she saw it was
glued to the wound with Ryouga's blood. She would have to get
some warm water to soak it free. Reaching out, she placed a cool
hand on his forehead. A frown crossed her face. He was burning
up. She wondered what he had endured to have arrived here in the
state he was in.
Knowing that Shampoo would not be able to hold off her Great
Grandmother for long, Nabiki had taken her advice and headed for
home. She stuck to the back alleys and avoided the main streets.
The streets were crowded with people, and to an extent that offered a
certain amount of protection. Nabiki did not consider them a real
option, however. She had heard of too many people dying on a
crowded street, and no one seeing the blow that killed them.
No, alleys were the place to be. The narrow lanes offered easy
concealment. Unless Cologne were to look straight down from
above in just the right place, she would not spot Nabiki. As well,
they formed a maze connecting many of the main streets together. If
you knew your way around, they could often get you where you
wanted to go faster than the conventional routes. That is, if you were
a normal human, and couldn't just hop from roof to roof.
Nabiki rounded a corner and stopped. Of course, there were
several reasons why the alleys were not a preferred method of getting
around. Dark concealed places attract predators who like the
shadows. In front of Nabiki several of those predators turned and
glared at her as she walked into their space. Five masked faces
stared at her. Four of them wearing plain white hockey style face
shields, the fifth mask was worn by a figure a good head taller then
the others, and was a white plastic domino that had one side
expanded so it covered fully the right side of his face.
The five figures glared at her through the eye holes of their
masks, but made no move toward her. She shifted to the side and
started to ease her way by them. She heaved a sigh of relief when
they made no effort to stop her. Then, just as she thought she was
clear, a heavy hand grabbed her arm.
"Hey! He's a girl!" The man who had grabbed her shouted to
his fellows. Nabiki realized that they had been fooled by her suit,
and had assumed she was a man, and from the cut of it, a fellow
predator in the jungle they frequented. As such, she could have
expected to pass in relative safety, it still being daylight, and she just
passing through. Now however, as she looked into their eyes she
realized she'd gone from being a smaller predator, not worth
bothering with, to being prey. A small ball of fear formed in her
stomach, but she let no sign of it showed on her face.
The tall man, the one with the domino mask, walked toward
her and her captor. She stood there, not struggling, analyzing the
situation. She let her eyes rove over the five figures, looking for
visual clues that would give her a handle on how to deal with them.
As she did so she realized with a start that she knew the tall one.
His mask offered little real concealment to someone with her trained
eye. His expensive clothes and well groomed thatch of light brown
hair made her guess all the more likely
"Hello Mikado. Fancy meeting you here."
Mikado Sanzenin paused, and then nodded, agreeing to
Nabiki's identification. "Ah, the price of fame. It is indeed I. Do I
know you fair flower."
"Tendo, Nabiki Tendo." Even as the words slipped from her
mouth, Nabiki wanted to grab them back. What the hell was wrong
with her? Giving out her name in these circumstances was bad
enough, but to Mikado of all people! Her fears proved justified. At
hearing her name his face darkened, and when he spoke again his
voice was no longer so smooth.
"I see, sister to the fair Akane Tendo, I take it?"
Having played the fool, Nabiki could only agree. "That's
correct."
"How . . . fortuitous . . .I was just thinking of your sister the
other day, and of that cursed Ranma Saotome. The one who did
'this' to me!" With that Mikado ripped off his mask, revealing
several small scars on the right side of his face. "He who marred me
for life, who caused me to be shunned and reviled for my
hideousness."
Nabiki looked at him incredulously. "Hideous?" She
murmured to herself. The relatively small scars, if anything, gave
Mikado's face a rugged look that Nabiki knew many girls would find
attractive.
Mikado had heard her murmur, and said, "indeed, hideous is
too weak a word for what my face has become. I am forced to skulk
in the shadows, afraid to show myself to those fair flowers who were
once my life, less my countenance should strike them numb with
shock and loathing. I am forced to keep company with those whose
hardened hearts and unsophisticated ways leave them able to stand
my appearance."
"The weekly paychecks don't hurt either." Nabiki heard one of
the other four softly say with a chuckle to one of his companions.
"Not to mention his leftovers." Another one said just as softly.
They all turned eyes hot with lust on Nabiki. She felt herself
growing more nervous. It was becoming clear to her that Mikado
was no longer completely sane. He'd always walked the edge a little,
but it looked like he'd fallen over. Worse, it was not the type of
insanity she could easily deal with. Kuno was crazy, but
understanding his craziness made him easy to manipulate. His sister
was another matter all together. Kodachi Kuno was a very good
customer, but Nabiki did all her business with her through a middle
man. The Kuno family Ninja, Sasuke.
Nabiki's train of thought was broken by Mikado as he took her
chin in his large hand and twisted her face up to look at him.
"You are comely, this small prelude to my revenge will not be
so onerous at all."
"What revenge would that be?"
"It is quite simple. Ranma Saotome so begrudged me a taste of
the sweet Akane's lips, that he maimed me for life. My plan is to
take all she has to offer by way of showing him the error of his
ways."
Nabiki suddenly had a vision of Mikado confronting her
sister's new male side, and a smile crossed her face. "I may be able
to aid you in that effort, if the price is right!"
Mikado snorted. "I have no need of your aid. For the last four
months I have devoted myself to mastering the art of persuading
females. Just as I was once the master of the Martial art figure
skating world, so to am I now the master of the arts of seduction.
Once I settled for a kiss, now I take all they have to offer. Forty-
eight virgins have felt my gentle touch. Akane Tendo will be the
fiftieth, and you, you my dear girl will be the forty-ninth."
Nabiki couldn't help herself. His pomposity was too much.
She laughed out loud. Then she realized her mistake as she saw his
face redden in anger. She quickly implemented damage control.
"Virgin? Me? Boy, did you come to the wrong store."
Mikado only shook his head. "Virgin is that state which is
untouched by man. You might have dallied with boys, but I will be
your first man."
Nabiki stared at him incredulously. "And what of after, when I
go to the police and finger you?"
"You will not do that. The pleasure I will bring you will be
such that the thought of seeing me come to harm will be repugnant
to you." Mikado then started a long soliloquy on his virtues as a
lover. While he was occupied, the boy holding her leaned down and
whispered in her ears.
"You may know who rich boy is, but you don't know me and
my friends. Now if you play along, you won't get hurt. If you fight,
well me and the boys, we like fighting too, we'll enjoy that a lot.
You, on the other hand, will not enjoy it nearly as much. You won't
enjoy what happens if you talk either. Rich boy brings in the babes,
and his money spends real good. We'd be real upset if anything
happened to him." Nabiki heard a snick, and something cold and
hard was laid across her cheek. Out of the corner of her eye she
could see the tip of a nasty looking knife blade. "Do we have an
understanding?" The thug asked. Nabiki nodded her head, being
careful not to press against the blade.
The ball of fear in her stomach had grown into a basketball,
and a sour taste filled her mouth. Still, she showed nothing on her
face. Instead a determination grew in her. Nabiki had no intention
of going to the police. Broadcasting what was likely to happen to
her in the next little while was not something she was likely to do.
That, however, did not mean she was not going to be arranging some
serious hurt for these five. She was confident she could find out the
four masked men's ID fairly easily.
Then a little voice inside her said, that's all well and good, but
it didn't do anything about the present situation. She tried to think
of something that would get her out of this without outside help, and
came up blank. If the knowledge she was associated with Ranma did
not raise any warning flags with these four, then she was out of
options. It was highly unlikely any of these clowns could know that
Ranma was relatively ineffective at the moment. That meant that
they didn't know who he was. That seriously cut down on her
bargaining position with them.
The ball of fear in her gut was really starting to burn. Unless
help arrived, her future looked pretty certain, and right now the only
help she could think of was fighting a threat to Nabiki that made
these five look like mewling babies. Well, she'd just have to handle
it herself. Her mind flashed back to Ranma's reaction to her rape.
She had considered it a lost fight, and her only concern was winning
the next one. Very well, Nabiki would consider this a business deal,
she might suffer a lose on this transaction, but she'd make a good
profit in the end.
Unexceptedly, this rather nonsensical plan seemed to help. The
fear inside her was being replaced by a sense of excitement. The last
time she had felt this sort of rush had been this afternoon, when
she'd . . . attacked Mousse? Nabiki's eyes widened, a reaction the
boy holding her took for fear, but was caused by something else
entirely. Memory flooded back into Nabiki, she remembered the fury
she had felt when Mousse had latched onto Shampoo. She
remembered attacking. Remembered him stopping her, kissing her
against everything she could do to stop it. Most of all she
remembered the glorious surge of something flooding into her body,
expanding her senses and making her quiver with a pleasure such as
she had never experienced before.
Mikado suddenly broke off his talking as he realized Nabiki
was paying him not the least attention, which was another indication
that placed him in Kodachi's class of people to avoid. Kuno could
go on for hours, oblivious to the fact that no one was listening.
SLAP, Nabiki's head rocked back as Mikado struck her with an
open palm. Her free hand went to her stinging cheek, and she glared
at Mikado. He stared back, his face flushed with anger, the small
scars on his cheek standing out against the red.
"Prepare her," he snarled at the four other boys.
"Remember what I said about going along girl." The one
holding Nabiki said, as the other three moved toward her. He let go
of her wrist and grasped the shoulders of her suit jacket, slipping it
back and off her. The others moved in and started undoing her
clothing. Nabiki slapped their hands away, and before they could
retaliate, she started undoing her own clothing.
"I've been undressing myself for quite sometime now thank
you."
"That's good girl. You just play along and we'll all have a
good time, and later you get to go home."
Nabiki didn't try to delay by making a big production of
undressing. Things were too far along for the few seconds the delay
would gain her. She was damned if she'd supply free entertainment
to these thugs by doing a slow strip. She efficiently removed and
neatly folded her clothing, setting them down on a large cardboard
box that was waiting in the alley for disposal. While she was doing
so, the three boys who had backed off when she had started to
undress herself, grabbed a large sheet of cardboard, the remains of
another box, that had been leaning against the wall. They spread
this out in the middle of the alley. Nabiki had more than a sneaking
suspicion that this was not for her benefit. Mikado might play in the
dirt nowadays, but he obviously preferred not to get any of it on his
person. His soul was another matter, but Nabiki had a feeling he
could care less about that. It was what was on the outside that
mattered to Mikado.
While Nabiki had been undressing herself, Mikado had been
doing the same. Now, as her guard dog hustled her over to the large
piece of cardboard, she looked him over. He had a lithe, muscular
build, a tan that argued that he did not spend as much time hiding in
the shadows as he claimed, and a five inch cock. Nabiki looked at
the last, and couldn't help smiling. That explained a lot. To
Mikado, having a cock that was slightly below average in size would
have been intolerable. She wondered how much of his relentless
pursuit of girls was a result of that small piece of meat.
Nabiki's watch dog was suddenly joined by another, and she
found her arms being forced up behind her back at the same time she
was forced to her knees in front of Mikado. She found herself
staring straight at his manhood. Mikado's hands came into view, a
small disk of rubber in them. As Nabiki watched, he rolled the
condom onto his prick.
"Shall we begin?" Mikado said when he finished his task.
Holding his rubber-sheathed cock in one hand, he placed his other
hand on the back of Nabiki's head and forced her to lean forward.
He rubbed the lubricated head across her cheeks, and then brought it
to her lips. Nabiki didn't bother fighting it. She was going to end
up sucking dick one way or another, giving in would at least save her
some pain. She opened her mouth, leaned forward and took him in.
Nausea suddenly wracked through her stomach, and it was all
she could do to keep her last meal down. She tried to pull back from
Mikado, but the hand on the back of her head, and the two boys
holding her arms up behind her back prevented her. She could only
kneel there as Mikado placed his other hand on her head, gripping
her firmly. He proceeded to fuck her face. The heavy shaft of his
prick slid deep into her mouth, filling it with a foul taste. She tried
to open her mouth wide in order to avoid as much contact with it as
she could, but it did little good. The slight side to side motion as he
pulled and pushed her head back and forth caused the sickening
thing to rub over every inch of the inside of her mouth.
Sliding himself rabidly in and out of her mouth, with little
concern for the sickness turning Nabiki's face green, Mikado did not
last long. Giving a groan, he pulled Nabiki's face fully into his
groin, burying his dick in her mouth, and her face in the nest of hair
around his balls. Nabiki felt him swell under the rubber, and his
prick pulsed several times as it filled the end of the condom with his
seed. Mikado stood there, savoring the feeling, then pulled his now
limp dick from her mouth. Nabiki spat, trying to get the foul task
out of her mouth, but she was not given time to. One of the thugs
not holding her stepped up. He had not bothered to undress, had
merely opened the fly of his pants. He had also not bothered with a
condom.
Grabbing her roughly by the hair, he forced her face up and
shoved his cock toward her face. The part of Nabiki's mind that
noted such things, looked, and was amused, by the fact that he was
slightly smaller then Mikado. Most of her mind however was taken
up with the concept that she didn't want him putting that thing in
her mouth. The bare head pressed against her lips, and this time she
fought. She didn't want to experience that foul sensation again.
Pain was preferable, but the three boys were too strong for her, and
she was finally forced to open her mouth and take him in.
Nabiki braced herself to fight down another gag reflex, but she
didn't have to. A wonderful taste flooded through her mouth as the
boy forced himself into her oral cavity. A taste to rival Kasumi's
cooking at her best flooded across her taste buds. What happened
next was completely instinctual, and bypassed Nabiki's rational
mind, and her plan to not give these bastards any more pleasure than
they could force from her.
The boy fucking his dick into her mouth was startled when she
suddenly thrust her face forward, taking all of him into her wet
mouth. He gasped as she sucked with all her might. Her tongue
curled around his prick, and if he didn't know better, he would have
sworn it was wrapping around his member several times. The
sensation was better than anything he had ever experienced, and
within a few seconds he exploded, firing his seed deep into the back
of Nabiki's mouth. She swallowed every drop eagerly, and sucked
the remainder off his spent member.
Finally, he staggered back from her, his knees weak. Nabiki
tried to move after him, but the other two held her fast. It was all
she could do to keep from begging him to put it back in. The fear in
her belly came back, but this time it was not because of what she
feared the boys would do, but fear of what she had done, and what
she wanted to do. A reddish tint, unseen by any of the boys started to
color her eyes, and inside her mouth her teeth began to grow.
The boy she had just blown said, "Gods, she's like a vacuum
cleaner, I've never felt anything like that."
"My turn." Said the last of the four boys, moving forward
eagerly. Nabiki opened her mouth in anticipation, but they were
both to be disappointed.
"Hold," Mikado said. He had a look of displeasure on his face.
Nabiki Tendo had struggled nicely when he had forced her to take
him in her mouth. The look on her face had brought joy to his heart.
He wanted her to suffer. He wanted Ranma to hear how she had
suffered, and to know that it was only a matter of time before his
precious Akane suffered the same way. The obvious enjoyment
Nabiki had experienced with his henchman angered him. How dare
she enjoy that one's crude attention, and dislike Mikado's. She was
obviously as low-class as Mikado's henchman was, and could not
appreciate the finer things in life.
"Bend her forward!" Mikado snapped at the boys holding her.
He then walked over to his clothes, as neatly folded as Nabiki's, and
extracted his belt from his pants. They groused, but did as they were
told. They bent Nabiki forward till the side of her face was pressed
into the cardboard. Then they each hooked a hand behind her knees
and pulled her legs firmly apart, forcing her ass high into the air. It
also had the effect of spreading her so both her openings were easily
accessible. Mikado smiled at the picture she presented, and stroked
the heavy leather of his belt through his fingers.
Nabiki didn't care for this in the least, and she struggled with
her captors, she wanted another cock in her mouth, now! Suddenly
she stopped struggling, and horror filled her. What the hell was
going on here? Anger suddenly flooded into her, accompanied by
confusion. What was wrong with her? Had Mikado slipped her
some sort of drug? Maybe rubbed on that disgusting condom. Was
that what the foul taste had been? She still had an overwhelming
desire to suck dick but her control was back, for now. Was this how
Mikado got away with his activity? He drugged the girls and made
them willing participants. She had not really believed he had raped
forty-eight girls. She was well aware of his popularity, and was
pretty sure he could easily have found that many willing partners.
Well, if it was drugs he was using, he wouldn't find her such an easy
target. She distanced herself from the desire filling her, and tried to
understand what was happening to her.
A sudden lash of pain across her upraised ass broke her
concentration, and the need to taste more of that pleasure flooded
back into her mind, overwhelming the barriers she had placed there.
She tried to regain the state of control she had forced on herself, but
before she could, the fourth boy that Mikado had told to stop
moments before, sat on the cardboard in front of her. Pulling up her
head, he guided her mouth toward his upright prick, and gave a
moan of pleasure as she engulfed it.
Again that wonderful taste exploded in her mouth, and pleasure
raced through her body. She felt herself growing wet enough that
the slight breeze blowing across her upraised ass chilled her as it
evaporated the moisture pooling in her sex. She fought to keep from
being overwhelmed by the sensations flooding through her body, but
then, another lash of pain drove her control out of reach. As all
control seemed to leave her, the small part of her mind that was still
her could only watch in horror as she began to bob her head up and
down vigorously on the cock in front of her.
Just like the first boy she'd blown after Mikado, this one too
was soon groaning in pleasure. Within seconds, he fired his load
into her eagerly sucking mouth. It soon joined his companion's
sperm in Nabiki's stomach as she eagerly sucked the residue from
his slightly flaccid dick. It did not stay flaccid for long, the boy was
amazed to find himself growing hard again, just moments after
cumming. "Oh man, this chick is something else." he moaned.
"She's got to be a pro." He came again, and again Nabiki sucked his
juices eagerly. He was starting to feel light headed, but despite that,
Nabiki's eagerly working mouth soon had him hardening again.
This was too much for the other boys. The one Nabiki had first
blown after Mikado relieved one of the boys holding her arms and
legs in place. That one pulled the boy sitting in front of Nabiki away
despite his protests, and sat down in his place. Nabiki protested as
the first boy was dragged away, but she happily went down on his
replacement as soon as she could reach his erection.
While all this was going on, Mikado had continued to use his
belt on Nabiki's upraised ass. SMACK, it lashed down. Leaving a
faint welt across the top of her buttocks. SMACK, across her lower
thighs. SMACK, a blow to the middle of her plump cheeks.
Mikado was growing more and more angry. No matter how hard he
struck her, Nabiki gave no indication she felt anything, and the welts
his belt left behind faded within a few seconds. Over and over, his
leather belt fell to splat against Nabiki's ass, and over and over again
it drew no reaction from her. Instead, she continued to bob her head
up and down vigorously on whoever was sitting in front of her. The
third boy was replaced by the fourth and final one, and Mikado
finally gave up. His erection had returned, and was clamoring for
attention. Pulling out another condom, he dressed himself.
Nabiki was eagerly drinking down her 8th load of cum in twenty
minutes, and was eagerly trying for her 9th, when Mikado brutally
shoved himself up her virgin channel, with no thought for her
comfort, or of allowing her time to adjust. Her head came up off the
boy she was currently sucking, and she gasped as a wave of nausea
flooded through her. Just as when Mikado had forced himself into
her mouth, her belly threatened to give up it's contents. She tried to
pull away from him as he thrust vigorously in and out of her
sundered pussy, a faint trace of blood the only testaments to her lost
virginity, but his hands on her hips and the two boys still holding her
legs and arms kept her bent over and unable to escape. The boy in
front of her pulled her head back down and forced her to go back to
sucking him.
Mikado gloated as he spied the faint reddish smears on his
rubber-sheathed member. So, the little slut had been a virgin after
all. That, and the faint sound of distress that escaped from her dick-
filled mouth built a fire in his loins, and he thrust into her hot, tight
flesh with all the vigor he could manage. Ignore him, would she.
Well, she'd learn no one ignored Mikado Sanzenin.
As Nabiki struggled with the fog that had rolled over her
usually ice-cold mind, it retreated, and her conscious mind was once
again in control of her body. At first, it did not do her much good,
the nausea kept her from thinking clearly. As did the jarring her
body took as Mikado thrust himself to the hilt in her again and
again, shoving her forward onto the dick currently impaling her
mouth. Than Mikado shuddered, and she felt him pulse as he
emptied himself for a second time into the rubber sheath covering
his manhood. Nabiki gasped with relief as he withdrew from her
body, and the nausea disappeared. She rested her sweat soaked
forehead in the lap of the boy sitting in front of him, his prick, like a
peg, holding her head in one position.
Her relief was short lived another pair of hands grabbed hold of
her hips, and she felt another cock pressing against her moist,
sundered opening. "No!" She cried in a muffled voice, trying to rear
up against the hands holding her in place, to no avail. Her cries
were cut off as the boy in front of her forced her head back down on
his erect cock. Once again the wonderful taste filled her mouth, but
this time she managed to retain her senses. The large object
pressing against her abused pussy concentrated her mind
wonderfully. Then, the boy behind her thrust forward, and Nabiki's
stomach rose in protest, and then settled down as the most incredible
sensation she had ever felt flooded through her. For a second her
mind threatened to once again go under from the pleasure flooding
through her.
Drawing on all her willpower, she divorced herself from the
sensations flooding into her from both ends. She felt a sensation of
splitting and suddenly, she was apart from herself. A part of her was
aware of her body eagerly sucking the cock in her mouth while her
hips thrust back at the cock shoved up her sex. Another part of her
was able to stand off and look at matters logically. For the first time
since the rape had begun she could concentrate clearly. Her mind
started analyzing and observing. First, the nausea. Once could have
been a drug, but twice, not acting that quickly. In her mouth, that
was one thing, but she had reacted the instant Mikado had pushed
into her body. That was another thing. Pain. She had experienced
nausea, but the way Mikado had taken her, she should have been
screaming in agony. But there had been no pain, and there was no
pain now as the boy hunched over her body thrust himself deeply
into her violated passage. She knew she had been a virgin. A small
amount of experimentation had let her know how painful losing that
was eventually going to be. Yet she had felt nothing but the nausea.
Nabiki was no expert, but she knew she should be doing some
serious suffering right now. And then there was the fact that each
time Mikado had taken her, she had experienced a sensation of
nausea, but when one of his thugs did the same thing, it felt and
tasted wonderful. She didn't think it was his personality. Could it
be the condom? That made sense for the blowjob, but what about the
. . .
Nabiki calm, cold thoughts were suddenly broken off as the
sensations that had been racing through her body once again
overwhelmed the walls she had put up. Pleasure flooded into her
mind, and as the boy behind her was replaced by another one, she
lost herself once again. The slight red glow in her eyes was now a
bonfire, and her teeth were razor edged fangs. The boy blissfully
pumping her head up and down on his dick had no idea of how close
he was to being cut short in the prime of life. The boys holding her
in place failed to notice how the flesh under their hands seemed to
harden as baby fat gave way to hard muscle.
Shampoo lay on her back, panting heavily. She had given it
her best shot, and had managed to keep her Great-grandmother
occupied for much longer than she had hoped for, but as she knew it
would, the inevitable had happened. Now she lay on the roof top,
held in place by the tip of Cologne's staff pressing on her throat.
Shampoo stared at her in defiance. She felt no shame for what she
had done, and she was prepared to accept the consequences of her
actions. Then, to her surprise, Cologne pulled back her staff and
chuckled.
<"Very good Great-Granddaughter, very good indeed. I don't
think I've ever seen you so focused and competent. I swear, you
were just a tiny bit away from achieving the true Neko-ken. I never
would have expected it.">
<"This was a test!?"> Shampoo said in an outraged tone.
<"You were testing me!?"> Shampoo sprang to her feet, and her
battle aura began to flair again. Cologne's staff, moving faster than
her eyes could see, knocked her feet out from under her, dropping
her down on her back again.
<"No! It was not a test. If you had not placed yourself in the
way of my blast, the Tendo girl would have died.">
<"Then why?">
<"You mean besides the fact that I found you two acting like
dogs in heat? Or should I say cats?">
Shampoo blushed, but looked her Great-Grandmother straight
in the eye. <"I'm not ashamed of anything I've done with Nabiki. I'd
do it all again, and will.">
<"Shampoo, when I got back to the restaurant, I found, besides
a lot of dirty dishes, a small vile of potion sitting on one of the
tables. Do you know anything about it?">
Shampoo blinked, startled by the change in subject, but
answered from long experience with her Great-Grandmother's ways.
<"It's a disabling potion for the Jusenkyo curse, one drop a day
keeps it from working.">
Now it was Cologne's turn to blink in surprise. <"Does it
work?"> She asked.
<"Yes.">
<"So you no longer change into a cat?">
Shampoo suddenly couldn't meet Cologne's eyes. <"No. I still
change into a cat. I stopped taking the potion.">
<"Why?">
<"Because I decided to."> Shampoo said firmly, and the look
that she directed at Cologne said very clearly she was not going to
answer any more questions on that topic.
<"Where did it come from? Did Nabiki give it to you?"> The
last was said casually, but Cologne watched Shampoo's reaction
sharply. Shampoo only looked puzzled by the question.
<"No. Ryouga found the formula, and I helped him make it
using herbs from our stock.">
<"You what!!!"> Cologne shouted. <"Do you know what
you've done, girl!?"> At Shampoo's blank look, she continued.
<"Your cure is also known by another name to the Amazons. It's
Suzuka Slave Potion.">
Shampoo paled, <"I . . . I didn't know. It can't be! I still have
my battle aura. Mousse and Ryouga suffered no ill effects. It can't
be Slave Potion.">
<"Oh it is Great Granddaughter. A single sniff had me reeling.
I barely held on to my control.">
Shampoo fell to her knees. She looked up at her Great-
Grandmother, her face one of misery. <"That means . . .">
<"NO!! It does not mean that. You did not know what you
were making. You were creating a cure. It just happened to be the
same formula as Suzuka Slave Potion.">
Shampoo just shook her head. When next she spoke, it was in
Japanese, as if she had given up her right to speak her mother
tongue. "Shampoo know laws. All Amazons know what happen to
Amazon that make Slave Potion. Law says nothing about why you
make. It say, any Amazon make Slave Potion, that Amazon . . ."
WHACK!, Cologne's staff came down on top of Shampoo's
head, cutting her off. "I said it did not matter, and I stand by that.
Half the medicine in my bag can be used as poisons. No one knew
Suzuka Slave Potion could be used for curing curses. That changes
everything. We need to find the Tendo girl, and go to the Restaurant
to talk about this situation."
"You no kill Nabiki!"
Cologne sighed. "I have no reason to kill Nabiki anymore.
You have my word on it."
Shampoo nodded and bounded toward the Tendo Dojo.
Cologne waited a second, then followed. As she did, she muttered
under her breath. "But I'm sure if I look, I can find a reason."
Nodoka lifted a hand and wiped her forehead with the back of
her arm. She held a damp rag in her hand that was tinged a dirty
red. She looked down at the boy on the futon with concern in her
eyes. She had eventually had to cut his shirt off of him to get it free
of his injuries. Not that it was any loss. There were more missing
pieces than there was material. She had gently cleaned his wounds,
and had been relieved to find that under the crusted blood, they
seemed to be healing fairly well. The puffy redness around them had
diminished even as she had been cleaning them. She picked up
some clean dressing and began to bind his wounds.
A little while later she sat back and took in his muscular upper
body. The white bandages stood out in start relief against his tawny,
hard-muscled flesh. Nodoka frowned as she took in his still grimy
features. Picking up a clean cloth, she began to gently wash his
weary face, cleaning the reminders of what looked like a thousand
miles of bad road away.
It took her some few minutes to clean his face and neck to her
satisfaction. She wished she could do his hair, which was a tangled
and matted mess, but that would have to wait until he woke. She ran
her eyes down his upper torso and frowned. He was as clean as he
could be from the waist up, but from the waist down, he was, if
anything, filthier than his upper body had been. Taking in his
tattered pants, she began to feel worried that there might be other
injuries concealed under their ragged remains.
Well, like the shirt, there was no real reason to try and salvage
his pants. Picking up her scissors once again, she bent over and
started to cut.
Nodoka had been surprised to discover that Ryouga wore no
underwear, but that surprise had been pale in comparison to the one
she felt when his erection had flipped up out of his pants as she had
cut free the material around his groin. She blushed hotly, and had to
remind herself forcibly that this boy was the same age as her son . . .
daughter, she mentally corrected herself. She had to stop thinking of
Ranma as a boy, it only made the pain more real. The reminder of
her age did little good. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off of
Ryouga's jutting manhood. She almost called for Soun and Genma
to come and finish Ryouga's care. Then, she told herself that she
was being foolish. Nurses dealt with matters like this every day.
Besides, her husband and his friend would more than likely just
throw a bucket of water over Ryouga, call the job done, and go back
to their everlasting game of Shogi.
Steeling herself, and keeping her mind and eyes adverted from
the proof of Ryouga's virility, she cut the rest of his pants free of his
body, and began to gently clean him, looking carefully for any
injuries similar to the ones on his upper body.
Nodoka had to twice empty and refill the bucket she was using
as each one turned black with the dirt she cleaned from Ryoga's
lower body. At last she ran a clean cloth over Ryouga's muscular
calves and up to his heavy thighs and had it come away clean. She
sighed, it had taken her much longer than she had thought it would.
Her blush suddenly returned, and she contemplated the last part of
Ryouga's body she needed to clean and inspect. She had hoped that
he would subside while she did the rest of his body, but that had not
proven to be the case. His cock still stood at full erection. A tiny bit
of resentment ran through her. If only Genma was half so
upstanding.
"Such a big strong boy," She mused. She doubted he ever had
difficulty in his dealings with girls. She wondered how many he had
held in those massive arms. How many had felt that virile flesh
parting theirs for the first time. He looked like a man's man. She
smiled wryly. Her mother had been very explicit. Girls only had sex
with their husbands. "Do not worry." Her mother had told her.
"Your husband will have enough experience for both of you." What
her mother had never explained was how he managed to get that
experience if girls never slept with anyone who was not their
husband.
Nodoka gave a laugh and shook her head. It had soon become
clear to her that girls did in fact sleep with other boys before their
marriage. She wished she'd been one. Now she was married, and
honor demanded she stay true to her husband.
Giving a sigh, she returned to the task at hand. Not able to put
it off any longer, Nodoka bowed to the inevitable. Rinsing the cloth
in the bucket of clean water, she reached over and began to clean
Ryouga's groin. She blushed when she had to reach down with her
free hand and move his erection. She had been growing more and
more flushed as her cleaning had moved her closer and closer to his
manhood. Now her face was mottled red, and sweat was standing
out on her forehead. She wiped the sweat away with her free hand.
The heavy shaft felt hot in her hand, and she unconsciously
adjusted her hand till she could encircle it with her fingers.
Realizing what she was doing, she snatched her hand away, but then
she berated herself for being a silly woman. It was just another body
part. She had washed Ranma's often enough. Of course, she
couldn't help thinking, Ranma had been very young at the time.
Ranma's had never been so long or hard, and had never pulsed so as
blood surged through the heavy vein on its underside. Nodoka's
breath started to speed up as she brought the hand holding the damp
cloth forward and started to clean the last dirty spot on Ryouga.
Up and down she rubbed, and kept rubbing, long after the last
trace of dirt and sweat was gone. Like a snake charmed rabbit, she
watched as the head above her hand slowly darkened in color, and a
small drop of translucent liquid oozed out of the small hole in the
middle.
Kasumi fairly glowed with joy as she walked through the gates
of her home. There it was, in all its glory. Anyone else would have
seen a moderately large house. Rather battered and worn, but to
Kasumi, it was a castle. And the man and Panda sitting on the
porch playing Shogi were the guards at the gate. Rather inattentive
and lazy guards, but then it was that sort of castle.
"Father, I'm home." She said as she walked up the path.
"Kasumi!" Soun shouted in surprise. He left his game and
bounded off the porch. Throwing his arms around her, he gave her a
big hug. Tears flowed from his eyes as he wailed. "My little girl has
come home!"
Genma followed after Soun, after making some adjustments to
the pieces on the game board. He held up a sign. *Welcome home.
When's dinner?*
"Oh my, I'm not sure, I'll have to check with Aunty and see
what she was planning. Do you know where she is?"
"She was in the Dojo tending to one of Ranma's friends. That
Ryouga fellow, he arrived here rather the worse for wear."
Kasumi nodded and said, "I'll go over right now and ask her."
However, before she could take more than a step, two figures leaped
over the wall and settled down in front of the three of them.
Cologne, who was in the lead, said, "We need to talk to Nabiki."
Soun frowned. "Nabiki's not home from school yet."
Shampoo and Cologne exchanged glances. Nabiki would have
made her presence well known, given the circumstances. Soun did
not appear to be concealing anything. He was notoriously bad at
keeping a straight face. That meant that Nabiki had to still be
making her way toward the Dojo. That was unlikely. Unless she ran
into trouble, she should have been here earlier. It was possible that
she had gone elsewhere, but it was better to assume the worst.
Without saying another word, the two Amazons leaped back the way
they had come and headed back toward the alley where they had left
Nabiki.
Kasumi waved goodbye to them and headed toward the Dojo.
She reached it and looked inside. Her aunt was leaning over a form
that Kasumi recognized as Ryouga. How nice, she thought to
herself. Akane and Ranma will be so happy their friend came to
visit. Then she noticed what Nodoka was doing.
"Oh my!"
Startled out of her trance, Nodoka jerked her head around to
see Kasumi standing in the door. She flushed red in embarrassment,
and started to explain. Just then, under the hand she had not
removed, even after seeing Kasumi, she felt a pulsing, and then the
hard member in her hand gave several jerks and ejaculated its heavy
load into the air. Some of it running down over Nodoka's gripping
hand, some of it reaching as far as Kasumi. Nodoka looked in
horror as one pearly drop hit Kasumi just above her mouth.
"Kasumi . . ." Nodoka said in a strangled voice. Humiliation
and shame caused her normally collected mind to grow confused and
incoherent. Unable to explain, and unable to stay and stare at that
small drop of liquid glistening on Kasumi's upper lip, she lowered
her head and rushed from the dojo.
Kasumi watched her go, a gentle smile on her face. Turning,
she looked at the boy on the futon. "How nice, Ryouga-kun has
come to visit. Akane and Ranma will be so happy." A sudden
thought occurred to her. "Oh dear. I'd better make sure we have
enough food." Kasumi started to turn to leave, but then stopped. Her
forehead furrowed with tiny wrinkles as Kasumi wrestled with a
strange feeling. Something was not right. Uncertainly she turned
and stared at Ryouga's prone form. With a look of reluctance on her
face, she moved across the floor and knelt down beside him.
Hesitantly, she reached out and laid a hand on his chest. She
snatched it away as if it had been burned.
"Oh my!" The ever-present look of gentle contentment that
usually graced her smooth, unmarred face slid away, being replaced
by confusion. Kasumi's hands rose, and she reached around behind
herself to undo the buttons down the back of her dress. The
expression on her face became strained, and sweat beaded on her
face. She eased down the top of her dress, then reached for the front
hook on her bra. For a few minutes her hands hovered over the
catch, and the expression on her face became one of great anguish.
With a small sob, she finished her motion, and undid the clasp. Her
creamy breasts spilled out as they were freed, and Kasumi finished
removing her bra. With uncharacteristic violence she flung it across
the room.
The expression on her face altered once again. The anguish
was gone, as was a good deal of the confusion. A look of
determination firmed on it. Standing, she let her dress fall from her
body to puddle around her ankles. Hooking her thumbs into the hem
of her panties, she whispered, "I'm sorry mother, but I have to do
this." With that, she skinned the plain cotton panties down her
shapely thighs and let them settle down onto her dress. Stepping
free of her garments, she kicked them across the room to join the
bra.
Slowly a small set of tattoos appeared on her forehead and
cheeks, and through her half-parted lips her canines could be seen
to be lengthening. The rest of her teeth took on a much more
carnivorous appearance as well. The expression on her face was no
longer either her usual good-natured one, or the confused one that
had filled it a few moments ago. In many ways her expression was
reminiscent of Nabiki's when she was examining a business
prospectus. However, she was not looking at facts and figures, or
rather not figures on paper. Her eyes were drinking in Ryouga's
body with a hungry look. Her small pink tongue hooked out and
licked the small droplet of sperm from her upper lip, and she took a
step toward the sleeping boy. She took another step, and then
paused, a look of fear on her face.
"No! I must control myself." Kasumi told herself firmly.
Breathing deeply, she stepped back and closed the door to the dojo.
Then, turning back to Ryouga, she quickly crossed the floor and
knelt down beside him. Extending her hands, she let them hover
lightly over his form. A frown crossed her face, and an expression
left her mouth that would have caused anyone who knew her to
recoil in shock.
"Dang! He's like a furnace. No wonder I could feel him
through my wards. This is very bad. If Akane or Nabiki get close to
him in this state, it could drive them over the edge." A look of fear
crossed her mind as she imagined her sisters having to do as she did.
Wearing undergarments with demon wards sewn into the fabric let
her keep control, but the price! To live as if you were constantly
drugged, to have your mind always in a fog. Only on her twice-
yearly trips to Hong Kong could she remove the shackles that kept
her the gentle sweet Kasumi who everyone loved. That, if anything,
made it worse. It became harder and harder each time to voluntarily
place herself back into bondage. Only the promise she had made to
her mother, and the memory of the one time she had failed to do so,
kept her strong enough to do it.
Now she was faced with a dilemma. She had to drain the
energy from Ryouga lest it affect her sisters, but what would it do to
her. The energy in Ryouga called to her like light to a moth. She
hungered for it like she had never hungered for anything before. She
wanted to drink it down, make it part of her. Fear held her back,
fear of the unknown. She knew she was not fully a demon, not
really, not yet. If she drank all this energy, would she become what
she had fought against all these years. Almost she left, but then
thoughts of what coming in contact with Ryouga might do to her
sisters. Without the wards clouding her mind she realized that even
Aunty Nodoka had been affected by the aura surrounding Ryouga.
What would happen if he slipped into Akane's bed tonight like this?
Her expression firmed. No matter what it did to her, she had to
protect her family.
Turning her attention back to Ryouga, she reached out and
grasped his pulsating sex. A shudder ran through her as once again,
the aura from the energy Ryouga was carrying around in his body
sent a surge of pleasure through her. Holding him firmly, she swung
a leg over his, and with a hiss of pleasure settled down over him,
drawing him deeply into her body. As always, she felt a thrill at
taking a man deep into her body. However, this time was even better
than usual. One reason was the pleasure she gained from the merest
contact with Ryouga's aura. The other was the fact that for the first
time in her life, she need only concern herself with her own pleasure.
She loved to give pleasure and happiness to others. To see the
expressions of delight a well prepared meal drew. To see a man's
eyes widen in bliss as her inner muscles milked him. Best of all was
the gratitude that would fill their face when she managed to draw
erection after erection from a man who had become accustomed to
one or two a week. All that made her happy, but did not necessarily
lead to a great deal of sexual pleasure. Too often, she concentrated
on giving, and received not nearly as much in return. Which was
fine, but this time she had only to concentrate on her own pleasure.
What followed from that would accomplish the necessary task of
draining Ryouga's dangerously high energy levels.
Slowly at first, and then faster, until her hips were a blur, she
moved herself up and down on Ryouga's rock-like shaft. She felt
him pulse, and shoot several jets of hot liquid deep into her. With
them came a burst of energy. Her hair crackled with the excess
before her body absorbed it and she orgasmed furiously. She leaned
forward and placed her hands on Ryouga's muscular torso. His hard
muscles quivered with his reaction to his release, but he did not
awaken. Instead, he murmured in his sleep, "Your mine, Ranma, all
mine, no one else's, all mine." She smiled, it was nice to see that
Ryouga thought so highly of Ranma. As the trembling in her body
subsided, Kasumi realized she was not yet done. Ryouga had only
given up a fraction of the energy his body contained. Kasumi felt
him grow hard inside her almost immediately, and she redoubled her
efforts. She had to drain him before Akane and Nabiki got home. It
was her duty, she thought to herself, just before she exploded in
another mind shattering, body numbing orgasm.
Kasumi lay forward this time, and pressed her soft breasts
firmly into Ryouga's chest while she wrapped her arms around his
thick neck. While she could not absorb energy through them, the
aura surrounding Ryouga generated a very pleasant sensation in her
breasts. Her nipples pressed like tiny spears against the firm
muscles of Ryouga's chest. Again, it was not long before the sound
of wet flesh sliding together, along with the smack of bare flesh
against bare flesh filled the dojo.
Mikado Sanzenin was mad. Nothing was going as he had
planned. He had wanted to deliver a ravaged and broken Nabiki to
Ranma. Had wanted Ranma to suffer the torments of the damned,
knowing it was only a matter of time until his precious Akane
suffered a similar fate. And what had happened? She was enjoying
herself. He looked sourly at the writhing pile of bodies in front of
him. As had been the case for most of the last half hour, one boy
was plunging his cock in and out of Nabiki's sex while she eagerly
humped her hips back at him. At her other end, her head bobbed up
and down at a furious pace, sucking the cock of the boy sitting in
front of her with great pleasure.
If Mikado had been more observant, he would have noted that
Nabiki was doing all the work, and that with the exception of their
penises, all four of his 'friends' were looking like anorexics. The
flesh on their face was fading away, leaving skin pulled tightly over
bone. Their eyes were dull and glazed. Even the two boys holding
Nabiki's arms behind her back were doing so more to support
themselves than to restrain her. Despite their exhausted looks,
however, their pricks were as hard as those currently penetrating
Nabiki at either end.
Mikado saw none of this. All Mikado could see was that they
were enjoying themselves while he stood on the sidelines. Well, his
own cock had finally resurrected itself. He was ready to finish
Nabiki's deflowering. He had taken her mouth, then her virginity,
now he would take her final treasure, and this time, he vowed, she
would remember him.
"At least the uncouth brutes have controlled themselves enough
not to take what was rightfully mine," he mused to himself. As was
their usual habit, they were only allowed to use that part of the girl
he himself had already used. Now, as he rolled another condom over
his new erection, he would finish the job. As the boy fucking
Nabiki's pussy gave a whimper and fell over on his side, Mikado
moved into position behind her.
The amount of energy in the four boys plying Nabiki's body
with their members was minuscule in comparison to the amount she
had drained in one go from Mousse, but after milking over fourteen
climaxes out of each of them, she had at last reached repletion.
Gorged on sexual energy, she reacted violently when she felt
Mikado's rubber-clad dick press against her rosebud.
"No!" She screamed. Nausea flooded through her, threatening
the pleasurable glow that filled her body. She jerked her arms free of
the boys holding them. No great feat, as they promptly collapsed, on
being deprived of the support of her body. She whipped around and
shoved Mikado away from her. He staggered backward and tripped
over his own feet, falling on his ass. The boy whose dick Nabiki had
been sucking fell over and lay still, except for the slight motion of
his wasted hips as he continued to thrust his rock hard prick back
and forth in the air. Nabiki rose to her feet and glared at a suddenly
fearful Mikado.
Mikado stared in shock at the creature looming over him. No
longer hidden by the four bodies that had surrounded her for the last
half hour, the changes to Nabiki were clear to see. She bore only a
passing resemblance to the girl his men had forced to her knees in
front of him over an hour ago. As tall as he was, her body had no
apparent surface fat. This allowed her muscles and tendons to stand
out in stark relief. Even her breasts, several cup sizes larger than
before, looked more like small boulders than the soft flesh they
should have resembled. Her nipples looked like small spikes. They
were nearly an inch in length, and tapered to a sharp point. They
looked more like weapons than something that was supposed to
suckle a baby.
The eyes that looked down at him glowed red in the dim light
of the alley, and the mouth that smiled at him had a set of teeth that
would have made a leopard jealous. Two horns projected from her
brow. Her hair had gone from a neatly cut bowl to a wild mane that
added several inches to her height. The hands clenching and
unclenching at her side were tipped with claws that were nearly two
inches in length and looked razor sharp. Her toes had lengthened,
and sported similar weaponry. Slowly, she stalked toward him, and
he scuttled away from her on his hand and feet, till his back was
pressed against the wall of the alley.
"Get away from me!" He cried out in horror as a claw-tipped
hand reached down and took him by his throat. With no apparent
strain, the creature picked him up and set him on his feet.
"Now, now Mikado, is that any way to talk? You don't really
want me to go, do you?" The creature said in a soft, seductive voice.
Leaning forward, she smiled at him. A tongue that had to be nearly
ten inches in length flicked out and licked his face. He gave a little
whimper of fear as she bent in even closer to him. He was unable to
move as she opened her mouth wide and set her teeth against his
neck. He quivered and waited for her to bite, ending his life. He
could feel her hot breath on his skin, feel her teeth just slightly
nicking him. Wetness slid down his neck, and he knew it was his
own blood. He felt the creature that Nabiki had become eagerly lap
up that crimson fluid. He would have lost control of his bladder, but
his rock-hard prick would not allow a drop to escape.
Then, in a blur of motion, Mikado was pulled around and
shoved forward till his belly impacted on an old packing crate. With
a "wuff" of escaping air, he folded over the crate. He tried to pull
himself back up, but the hand that had him by the back of the neck
pressed him firmly down. He gave a whimper of fear as he felt the
creature reach down around his hips and grasp his manhood in her
hand. There was a hiss of annoyance, and the silky smooth voice
said. "This will have to go!" Mikado felt pressure against his
manhood, and then the constricting feel of the condom was gone.
Again the creature's hand grasped him, and this time bare flesh
rubbed against bare flesh as it stroked her hand up and down.
Up above, two pairs of eyes watched the scene below. One in
shock, the other in speculation.
"Nabiki," Shampoo said in a stunned voice, and would have
leapt down into the alley had her Great-Grandmother's staff not
imposed itself between her and the edge of the roof.
"Wait, Granddaughter. Watch, and learn what you have bound
yourself to."
Down below, the creature that had been Nabiki played with the
trembling piece of meat in front of her. For the moment she was
sated. She had no need for more energy, but with her hunger not
pressing her, she could indulge herself and play a little. Grasping
Mikado's erection in her hand she leaned over the trapped boy and
pressed herself against his upturned ass. All the while, she moved
her hand up and down, drawing whimpers from the boy under her.
She became aware of a pressure in her groin, and a second later she
felt a sense of relief as her clitoris suddenly swelled a hundred-fold,
and something that could easily have passed as a male organ
sprouted from between her legs. Nearly nine inches in length, it
pressed itself deep into the cleft of Mikado's ass.
Mikado stiffened as if he had been touched with a live wire,
and his struggles became frantic, but Nabiki easily controlled his
body with her own. "What's wrong, little man?" She hissed in his
ear. "Can't take what you were about to dish out?" She moved her
hips back and forth, enjoying his frantic escape attempts. Nabiki
had never been the sort of child who played with her food, but she
was finding this very enjoyable.
Mikado's frantic struggles moved his hips back and forth, and
side to side, and suddenly the narrow end of Nabiki's engorged clit
found an opening, and acting on instinct, she thrust forward.
Mikado's back arched and his mouth opened in a silent scream of
shock as Nabiki pressed herself deep into his body. A thrill of
pleasure washed through her, and she suddenly found she could
indeed take in more energy.
Mikado's cock, which she still grasped in her hand, jerked, and
jets of sperm splattered against the side of the packing crate. As
soon as he came, he grew hard again, and came again. All in the
space of fifteen seconds. As Nabiki's hips moved, the cycle repeated
itself. Again and again, Mikado hardened and ejaculated, and as he
did so his body withered and shrank, as if he were a blow up doll and
his cock was the air vent. Energy flooded into Nabiki, and out of
her, going to some other place. She didn't care where it was going,
the pleasure she felt as it used her body as a channel was all she
cared about. That, and the pleasure of Mikado's hot flesh wrapping
around her newly acquired organ, as he squealed like the pig he was.
Up above the on the roof. Cologne stared in surprise at
Shampoo, who had fallen to her knees and was gasping in pleasure.
Oblivious to her Great-Grandmother's presence, she brought a hand
up and began to caress one of her breasts, freeing it from her dress.
Her other hand reached down and pulled up the hem of her skirt.
She was not wearing any panties, having left them back in the alley
where Cologne had attacked. Her fingers found her hot box and
plunged into her slippery opening.
Cologne, for the first time in over two hundred years, found
herself blushing, and quickly averted her eyes.
"Could this be what I think?" She murmured to herself.
Concentrating, she focused on seeing the Ki energy of the people
around her. The boys on the ground were almost black with a lack
of energy. Mikado's light wavered and faded even as she watched,
but Nabiki! Nabiki glowed like a searchlight in her vision. A
searchlight that send out a strong beam of light that impacted on
Shampoo. Shampoo's aura was higher than Cologne had ever seen
it, and it was getting stronger. Getting stronger at the same exact
rate that Mikado was getting weaker.
She frowned. Mikado's energy was not enough to account for
Shampoo's present level. He was not that powerful. Besides,
Shampoo had been showing signs of a heightened aura during their
battle, but Cologne had been too preoccupied to pay it the attention
she should have.
That meant this was not the first time Shampoo and Nabiki had
exchanged energy, and that raised some interesting concepts. As her
thoughts reached that point, a hoarse gasp from Shampoo,
simultaneous with a loud shout of exhilaration from Nabiki, brought
her back to the current situation. Looking over the roof edge she saw
Nabiki pull herself out of Mikado, who was now as withered a figure
as his followers.
Cologne noted that Nabiki was still not showing any signs of
regaining her usual personality. With a nod of her head, she reached
a conclusion. Whirling her staff she brought it around until it
pressed against Shampoo's back, and pushed. Shampoo, who had
been kneeling on the rooftop, her head bowed, breathing heavily in
reaction to her orgasm, gave a startled squawk as she tumbled over
the edge of the roof. Spinning in midair, she righted herself, and
landed on her feet. Right in front of a very surprised Nabiki.
Shampoo looked at Nabiki, and an image rose in her mind.
Two years before, while out with several other warriors, Shampoo
had rounded a corner of the trail, and come face to face with a tiger
hunched over its kill. The expression on Nabiki's face was exactly
like that of the surprised tiger. Then, Nabiki's expression shifted,
and the look changed from one form of predatory glare to another.
Shampoo felt a shiver run down her back, and to her pussy.
"Kitten." Nabiki purred. "How nice of you to drop in." She
stalked toward Shampoo, flowing over the ground like the tiger she
had reminded Shampoo of. Reaching out a hand she ran the back of
one long claw down Shampoo's cheek, and Shampoo found herself
leaning into the caress as heat flooded through her body. Up close,
the changes to Nabiki's body were much more obvious. Two
changes however, caused all the rest to fade into the background.
One was her size. Well over six feet in height now, Nabiki loomed
over Shampoo. The other was the engorged clitoris jutting out from
just above her vessel. It was bigger by a good margin than the organ
Nabiki was blessed with when she went male.
"Ah, do you like my new attachment?" Nabiki purred, as she
noted the direction of Shampoo's gaze. Taking one of the Amazon's
hands in hers, she moved it down until it touched her staff.
Shampoo's fingers wrapped around it, and she marveled at the heat
of it. It was much hotter than normal body temperature. She also
noted its pristine condition. It looked as clean as if it had just been
washed, giving no indication of its recent sojourn up Mikado's ass.
Her hand rubbed up and down, and Nabiki hissed in pleasure. She
placed a hand on Shampoo's head, and exerted downward pressure.
Shampoo sank to her knees, never taking her hand from the hot
pulsing shaft jutting out from the top of Nabiki's sex. She let herself
be guided by Nabiki's insistent hand, and she brought her head
forward. Opening her mouth, she engulfed the head and closed her
lips tightly around it. Bobbing her head back and forth she felt a
wave of pleasure as Nabiki ran her hands through her hair and
moaned in passion. For several minutes they held that posture.
Nabiki standing, legs spread, Shampoo kneeling between them while
her head moved back and forth, and the pale white shaft of Nabiki's
engorged clit slipped in and out between her lips.
Finally, after what seemed no time at all to Shampoo, Nabiki
tangled her hands in Shampoo's hair and pulled upward. Shampoo
rose until she was standing. Nabiki wrapped her arms around
Shampoo and picked her up till they were face to face. They kissed,
hard and passionately. Shampoo's tongue darted into Nabiki's
mouth, and there it was greeted by a tongue four times the length of
her own that wrapped around hers and then extended into her
mouth. While they kissed, Nabiki turned and bore Shampoo toward
the patch of cardboard in the middle of the alley. Kicking aside the
withered remains of her erstwhile attackers, Nabiki bent over and
gently lay Shampoo down on the stained cardboard.
Grasping both of Shampoo's hands in one of hers, Nabiki
forced them up and above Shampoo's head, then with her free hand
she began to stroke the Amazon. Claws that looked like they could
carve iron stroked up and down Shampoo's body. For a few minutes
Nabiki played with Shampoo's nipples, tweaking them between two
of her claws. When they hardened and became fully erect, she
tapped them lightly, and small droplets of blood formed on their tips.
Nabiki leaned down and suckled on the slowly bleeding nubs, and
Shampoo arched her back, thrusting her breasts up toward Nabiki.
Shampoo was delirious with passion. Always before their love
making had been tainted by the fact that Shampoo was really
Nabiki's physical superior. This new Nabiki was different. She
radiated a raw power that made Shampoo quiver in excitement.
Shampoo knew if she were to fight against the hands holding her in
place, it would be an exercise in futility, and the sensation of
complete and utter helplessness caused pleasure to explode through
her. She was utterly Nabiki's. Anything Nabiki decided to do to
her, Shampoo was helpless to prevent. Shampoo surrendered herself
totally to her lover, placing responsibility for both of their pleasures
in Nabiki's hands.
While her mouth was busy tasting Shampoo's blood, Nabiki's
hand wandered down and started to stroke her lower lips, which
flowered open under her touch. A finger delved down, and stroked
across Shampoo's erect clit, causing her to gasp in pleasure.
Up on the roof top Cologne directed her attention everywhere
except at the two figures writhing on the sheet of cardboard in the
middle of the alley. She spotted something down among Mikado's
clothing, and after a moment of thought, she bounced down into the
alley and back out. All in less than a second. Hopping several yards
away from the roof edge, she opened up the cellular phone in her
hand, and dialed a number.
"Moshi-moshi." A voice answered.
"Kasumi? How nice to hear your voice, dear. I'm sorry I
couldn't stay for tea when I dropped in earlier, maybe later. Are you
just now back from your trip?"
"Oh, grandmother Cologne. Yes, I've only been home for a
little while. Can I help you?"
"Thank you dear, no. I just wanted to let you know that Nabiki
will be staying with us at the Nekohanten for a few days. She's
going to help me with the books."
"That's nice. Should I pack any clothes for her?"
"No, that's alright, I'm sure she will be fine. I'll drop by if she
needs anything. Have a nice evening. Goodbye."
"Thank you, goodbye."
Cologne folded up the cellular and with a toss, threw it back to
where she had gotten it. Moans and groans of lust floated up from
the alley, and she grimaced. She was really too old to be dealing
with something like this. For a brief flickering second, she wished
Happy was still around. This sort of thing was far more in his line.
Then she shook off the thought. All he would do would be to make
an embarrassing situation even worse. Hopping over to the edge of
the roof, she looked down with as much objectivity as she could
muster.
Down below, things had moved to another stage. Nabiki had
Shampoo's legs tossed over her shoulders, and was hammering her
spike of pleasure in and out of Shampoo's love socket with all her
might. Cologne nodded in satisfaction to herself as she noted that
Nabiki's form was much smaller than it had been ,and that the horns
on her brow had retreated. Focusing, she took note of Shampoo's
aura, and saw that her level was substantially higher than it had
been. That went a long way toward explaining the energy she had
displayed in her fight earlier. To think she had believed Nabiki had
destroyed Shampoo's battle aura, when if fact, she had actually
increased it by a order of magnitude.
A sudden scream from both girls brought her attention back to
them. Nabiki was up on her toes, her back arced. Shampoo was also
straining as much as her position would allow. For a second they
held that pose, then Nabiki collapsed, and rolled off of Shampoo.
Shampoo straightened out her legs and cuddled up to Nabiki's
comatose form. She lay her head on Nabiki's chest, and sighed in
contentment.
"If you are quite done Great-Granddaughter!" Colognes
sarcastic drawl, brought Shampoo out of her pleasure haze like a
bucket of water. Looking around her, she blushed crimson as she
realized the manner in which she had been behaving for the last
fifteen minutes.
"I'll be waiting at the Nekohatten. Bring the Tendo girl and
meet me there."
After the unexpected interruption by Kasumi, Nodoka had fled
to her own room, her mind a mass of confusion. What had come
over her? How could she have behaved in such a shameful way?
Why was it so hot in here!? She was sweating profusely, and her
fingers unfastened her garments. They slipped from her body,
leaving her hot flesh open to the cool air. She was still hot, and
briefly she considered going to the bathing room, but then a flush of
shame mottled her upper body. What if she should run into Kasumi?
How could she look her in the face? How was she ever going to face
her again? "Why am I so hot!?"
Nodoka became aware of an ache in her loins. It was a familiar
feeling, all too often it had pained her as she had lain in her lonely
bed. She needed her husband badly, since only he had the cure for
that particular pain. Then, she moaned. What was the use? Genma
had been her husband in name only for far longer than the time he
had been gone. Give him food, drink, and the companionship of his
friends, that was all he needed. Nodoka needed much more. She
tried to push aside the need in her belly. Always before she had been
able to manage it, but this time it only intensified. She found her
hand sliding down her stomach and it had almost reached the gates
to her pleasure bud when she pulled it away. "No!" she practically
shouted. "I will not betray my husband. That is for his pleasure."
Nodoka had been raised to be a dutiful and submissive wife.
Her body belonged to her husband, and no matter how much she
needed it, to take her pleasure from any other source was wrong.
She might be able to grow angry over her husband's lack of honor.
Might be able to demand that he satisfy that honor by killing himself
if necessary. That did not change the fact that he was her husband,
and that in matters between a man and a woman her body was his to
do with as he pleased. So she had been taught, and so she had
always believed. "But why won't he take it then, if it's his?" She
moaned softly to herself.
The sound of her bedroom door opening caused her to whirl
about in surprise. Her hands and arms moved to cover her bare
flesh. She gave a relieved sigh when she saw it was only her
husband, but she did not lower her hands.
"Yes, Genma?"
Genma seemed transfixed by her bare body. She was trim and
toned. A year short of forty and her body looked like a twenty-five-
year old's. Her breasts, larger than Ranma's, stood proudly,
showing only the slightest sign of sagging.
"Yes, Genma!?" Nodoka repeated.
Genma shook himself free of his reverie, and looked her in the
face. "I just received a call from Cologne. Nabiki is going to be
staying at the Nekohanten for a little while to help them with their
books." Genma seemed to hesitate. "That means the only ones here
are Soun, Kasumi and us. Kasumi is going to be busy making sure
her kitchen is fine, so I thought we'd take advantage of the chance to
have some fun."
Nodoka sighed. "My purse is on the dresser, please don't keep
Soun out too late, or let him get too drunk."
Genma looked puzzled, then his face cleared. "No, no. I didn't
mean Soun and I. It was us I was talking about. It's been a long
time for us, and I thought we could take this chance to be together."
Hope flared in Nodoka, and the ache in her loins intensified,
but then anger flushed out the hope. How dare he? She needed him
so badly, and he was running some sort of a con. She understood
that his Master's potion had left him less than a man. Why couldn't
he just come out with what he really wanted, instead of causing her
so much anguish? She narrowed her eyes at Genma, and for the first
time in her life in a matter that did not touch on honor, she gave him
an order. "Get out!"
"What?"
"I said get out! I'm tired of you, Genma. All the lies, all the
dishonor you bring on our family from your behavior. I have tried to
be a loyal wife, but enough is enough. I understand your problem,
but if you can't raise your manhood to do your duty as a husband, at
the very least you could demonstrate it in your behavior. You can
move into Ranma's room. I'll bring her in here with me."
"But Nodoka!"
"Shut up!" Nodoka screamed, the need in her belly was driving
her crazy, and having him in the room with her was just making it
worse. She wanted him out of here. She glared at him.
"You don't really mean that, Nodoka."
"Yes . . . Yes I do." In the back of her mind another voice
argued the opposite. No, no she didn't, she wanted him to throw her
on the bed. She wanted him to take her like a man was supposed to
take his wife. "You are my husband, Genma, and I know I should
not talk this way, but until you are ready to be a man, then I don't
wish to have you sharing my room or bed." Genma's eyes narrowed,
and he looked at Nodoka speculatively. Then he gave a nod. He
moved across the room with a silky smoothness, and before the
startled Nodoka could react, he had spun her around and bound her
hands behind her back with the belt of his gi.
"Genma! What do you think you are doing?"
"Being a man, that's what you wanted, wasn't it?"
Yes! The voice in her head shouted, even as Nodoka said,
"Genma! Stop this foolishness at once! Ahhhhhh," Nodoka hissed
out in shock as Genma's arm wrapped around her body and slid
down till his broad hand cupped her sex, a finger curled up and slid
along her soaking wet slit. He pulled back, driving his finger up into
her body and pulling her hard against his body. With the removal of
his belt, his pants had fallen around his ankles, and Nodoka's eyes
widened as she felt the unfamiliar sensation of a naked and hard
penis prodding between the cheeks of her ass.
"Genma! How!?" She exclaimed in shock, but then the anger
returned. "Let me go, let me go this instant. How dare you!" Inside
her, the little voice exulted in the first sign of life Genma had shown
in ages. Take me, take me, damn you.
"How dare I? You forget yourself, woman! I'm your husband.
I have a right to your body."
Forgetting her thoughts of only a few minutes ago, Nodoka
yelled back at him. "You have no rights. You forfeited those with
your behavior." The little voice disagreed, Gods yes, I'm yours, just
don't fail me. The little voice was getting louder.
"Fine!" Genma snarled in her ear, sending a shiver up her
back. "Then I'll just have to gain them back with a different sort of
behavior." Dragging his wife behind him, Genma marched across to
the small bedside table and shoved Nodoka down across it. Freeing
her hands he used his belt to tie her arms to the legs, and pulling her
socks from her feet, he used them to tie her thighs to the other set of
legs.
Nodoka was left kneeling on the floor, her legs spread wide,
giving easy access to her sex. She felt a small flutter in her stomach,
and she recalled words her mother had spoken to her many long
years ago. She had told Nodoka that men could be brutal and cruel,
and it was a woman's lot in life to endure. Genma had been crude,
lazy and inconsiderate, but he had never forced her before, not that
he would ever have had to. She had always been eager for any
attention he might give her. Of course, he hadn't done 'anything'
after that first night.
A sudden thought flashed across her mind. She had tried
everything she could think of to help Genma with his problem.
Foods to heat his blood, Herbal teas to harden his manhood, she had
even spent hours reading marriage manuals in an effort to repair her
deficiencies as a wife. She had made all the effort in their marriage,
when all along her fondest desire was to have Genma take the lead,
and make her feel the way he had on their wedding night. To be the
man. Now, for the first time in her marriage, she had denied Genma
his rights to her body, and he had reacted like a caveman. Twisting
her head to the side, she could see his erection straining up against
the lower half of his heavy, muscular belly. The flutter in her belly
returned, far stronger than before, and she felt her already damp sex
begin to flow.
She almost opened her mouth to beg him to take her, to ease
the aching void between her legs, but at the last minute she stopped.
Begging and asking had gotten her nothing for seventeen years.
Two minutes of denial had gotten her more attention than she had
received in very nearly the entirety of her marriage. So instead of
asking for Genma's manhood, she said in as cold a voice as she
could manage, given the heat running through her blood, "let me up
this instant, Genma!"
"You really don't want that, do you Nodoka?" Genma said,
getting to his knees behind her. His hand reached out and softly
stroked her sex. Nodoka fought, but she couldn't stop her body from
arching backward in pleasure at his touch. "No, I didn't think so."
Genma said. He shuffled forward, and guided himself to his wife's
warm wet opening. With a sigh of pleasure on both their parts,
Nodoka's sex was parted by a man's cock for the first time in more
than seventeen years. Genma took his time, slowly working his way
back and forth, going deeper with each thrust. Nodoka could not
keep her hips from moving in tempo with his, but she did manage to
keep from shouting out at him to go harder, faster. She was afraid to
give him any more encouragement than was forced from her, in fear
that it would cause him to shrivel up and deny her what she wanted
so badly.
At last Genma's patient movements saw him sinking his
member fully into Nodoka's receptive body. With a gentle back and
forth motion he shuttled himself in and out of her, his balls swinging
forward to smack the top of her sex with each thrust. Gradually, his
motion speeded up and the sound of his thighs smacking against
Nodoka's ass filled the room.
Nodoka, meanwhile, was rapidly approaching her first orgasm
in many years. Forgetting her fears, she started to vocalize loudly,
encouraging Genma to increase his motions. Genma reached around
and clasped a hand over her mouth, stifling the noise she was
making. This sign of his complete control over her was enough to
push her over the edge, and she screamed her ecstasy into the palm
of his hand. Genma did not follow her over the edge, rather, he
withdrew from her body and untied her limbs. Then, carrying her
limp and satiated body over to their futon, he lay her down on it.
Hooking her knees over his shoulders, he once again guided his
manhood to her slick opening and pushed in. This time he did not
take her gently, but shoved himself deep into her with one hard
thrust. Nodoka bucked up to meet him and their bodies slapped
together. Raising himself up on his toes, Genma rolled Nodoka back
until her knees were on either side of her head and he was driving
straight down into her sex. He braced both hands on either side of
her head and began to thrust with all the strength he could manage.
Each thrust caused Nodoka to grunt as air was forced from her
lungs, but she didn't care. She wrapped her legs as best she could
around his neck and shoved herself back up against him with a
violence to equal his. This time she was not alone when she crested
the peak, and as Genma once more muffled her screams with a
heavy palm, he gasped his own cry of pleasure as he thrust one final
time and held himself deep inside her as jet after jet of his sperm
blasted into his wife. He let her legs drop from his shoulders and he
lay down on top of his still twitching wife, savoring the feeling of
her body under his. Nodoka grabbed his head with both hands and
rained kisses on his face as the last tremor of her orgasm faded away.
Satiated, she slipped into a deep sleep.
Cologne scowled as she heard the roar of a large motorcycle
pulling up outside the door. She had no time for this, Shampoo
would be here any second. She hopped over to tell whoever it was
that they were closed. She was startled when she saw it was
Shampoo. The motorcycle was a large late model Kawasaki, and
had a very elaborate side carrier attached to the side. Shampoo was
in the process of lifting Nabiki's comatose form from the side car.
Cologne stood aside as Shampoo carried Nabiki into the
restaurant, then hopped after her.
<"Nice machine. Where did you get it?">
<"I bought if from the stupid boy in the alley. The one who
was leading the others.">
<"Really. And how much did you pay for this?">
<"Five yen.">
Cologne lifted an eyebrow. <"A bargain. How did you manage
that?">
<"I told the bastard that he could either sell it to me, or I'd
leave Nabiki with him while I went looking for other
transportation.">
<"Incentive indeed, but why not just take it?">
Shampoo shrugged. <"It was a nice bike. I want to keep it. It
seemed logical to kill two birds with one stone ">
<"You know how I feel about motor bikes.">
<"I know."> Shampoo said, as she made Nabiki comfortable in
one of the booths.
<"Put her on top of the table. I need to examine her, and take
some precautions."> Shampoo complied and Cologne hopped up and
slapped a ward she had prepared on Nabiki's forehead. <"There, that
should keep her quiet till we're ready. Now, about the bike?">
<"I'm keeping it.">
<"Just like that?">
<"Just like that."> Shampoo frowned as she looked down at
Nabiki. <"Great-Grandmother, what's wrong with her? I've seen
this happen three times now. She develops a large battle aura, and
then passes out. Twice she's done it after transferring the energy to
me. Why does she do that?">
Cologne gave up the matter of the motorcycle and frowned in
thought. <"She's manipulating levels of energy she has no training
in handling. She shouldn't be able to do that, but because she is, the
strain on her body causes her collapses. It may also be why she is
transferring energy to you. It's a way of getting rid of something her
body can't contain. As to why she sends it to you, and how, I have a
theory, but I need to know more details of what has been happening
while I've been gone. I also need to run some tests on Nabiki, to see
if my suspicions are true. Why don't you tell me what's been
happening while I prepare what I need?">
Nabiki was in nothing. She felt nothing, saw nothing, heard
nothing, smelt nothing, and tasted nothing. She was experiencing
complete sensory deprivation. With no outward stimuli, she was in
danger of going mad. To fight her growing panic, she turned her
mind inward. Forgetting the void that was her current environment,
she started analyzing what had happened to her in the last few hours.
First, she had been gang-raped. She paused, her mind telling
her she should be feeling something concerning that fact, waiting for
the anguish the thought should have brought, but her emotions
seemed to be as absent as her senses. The fact that five boys had
made use of her body without her consent was merely a piece of
information. It evoked no reaction from her. She made note of that
fact, and went on to the next bit of information, her actions during
the rape. Those had been as atypical as her present condition. At
some point, she had started acting in a manner quite unlike herself.
Why? Had she been drugged? It was a possibility. The foul taste on
Mikado's condom could have been some manner of drug. Up to a
certain point the drug theory seemed viable. But what of later
events? Her body had changed. She had done something to the five
boys that was similar to Hinako's trick. She had required intimate
physical contact to do so, but the results had been similar. The boys
had been reduced to husks, and her body had altered drastically.
Had the drug altered her to the extent that she could drain
battle auras? And if it had, why had she altered in the manner she
had? She had not simply become larger or more mature, she had
turned into a monster. She had also, at the time, accepted these
changes without thought, simply enjoying the capabilities of her new
body, with no thought of how. Or had that been a hallucination
brought on by the drug? Had her mind shattered from the rape?
Had she invented a fantasy to cope with the trauma? Was she
currently laying in the alley, battered, bloody, and comatose?
As she posed these thoughts to herself, sensation suddenly
exploded back into her body. Sight. Light flashed in her eyes,
blinding her, she blinked back tears, and made out two people
nearby, Shampoo and Cologne. Feeling. She was laying on a hard
surface, her skin grew goose bumps as cool air blew across her naked
flesh. Hearing. Shampoo asking her if she was alright, her tone
worried. Smell. Pungent incense tickled her nose, causing her to
sneeze. Taste. Her mouth was foul tasting, her mind idly noted that,
and came to the conclusion it was only logical considering . . .
Emotion came back
"O god!" Nabiki said, her voice breaking. She curled herself
up into a ball and began to shudder violently.
"Shampoo," Cologne snapped out, but she hadn't needed to say
anything, Shampoo was already moving. She reached out and pulled
Nabiki off of the table she had been laying on and into her lap.
Nabiki's arms went around her and hugged her with a desperate
strength. The shaking girl buried her face in Shampoo's breasts and
muffled sobs came from her shuddering body.
"I'll leave you two alone," Cologne said. Slipping the ward she
had just removed from Nabiki's forehead up her sleeve, she pogoed
out of the main dining room. Behind her, Shampoo held Nabiki,
softly stroking her hair as the ice queen of Nerima sobbed her heart
out.
Genma brushed the hair from Nodoka's face, and looked down
at her with a wistful expression on his face. Then his face started to
shift, as did his body, and a few seconds later, the person looking
down at the sleeping Nodoka was Kasumi. However, the wistful
look remained on her face.
After Kasumi had drained the bulk of energy from Ryouga, she
had felt strangely complete. It was if something that had been
missing from her had been found. She had dressed in a daze, trying
to come to grips with the strong sensations that were racing through
her. She left her warded panties and bra laying on the floor, the
thought of shutting out the new feelings that filled her body
something she could not bear. She left the dojo, and for the first time
in six years, she went into her own house without wearing her wards.
Her father and Uncle Saotome did not even look up as she went past.
She was on her way to her own room, when she had stopped
outside Auntie Nodoka's to let her know about Nabiki staying
overnight at the Nekohanten. She had raised her hand to knock
when the sensations in her body intensified. She became aware of
the raw need coming from within the room, and something new in
her body reacted to that. She had felt herself change, her body
adjusting itself to the needs of the person inside the room. For the
first time in her life, Kasumi was a full Succubus, and that meant
being what her victim wanted. Nodoka had needed a strong,
assertive, and most of all virile Genma, and that was what Kasumi
had become. Her mind and body had molded itself to fit Nodoka's
needs. It had been the strangest experience. She had been shoved
into the background in her own body, and had been a silent witness
as Nodoka's need and dreams had motivated her new form.
Now, looking down at Nodoka's peaceful face, Kasumi felt
filled with joy. She had made Auntie so happy, and she had not
stolen a single drop of life-force from her. She could easily have
done so, a part of her had tried to do so, as a matter of fact.
However, for the very first time in her life she had been able to stop
herself. The new completeness she had gained had prevented that
from happening. Whatever the energy she had absorbed from
Ryouga had done to her, it had eliminated the flaw that caused her to
drain whoever she slept with. The flaw that meant she had to go to
Hong Kong twice a year to sate her needs, lest she turn on her own
family in her hunger.
A fear that had been a part of her for six years lifted from her
mind, and left her feeling the greatest joy she could ever remember
feeling. The everyday happiness she felt while warded could not
even begin to match this sensation. That was the dull and cloudy
happiness of a person on drugs. This was the full-blown joy of
someone who had made someone they loved very happy, and who
knew they would be able to do it again without fear.
An hour later, Cologne returned to the room carrying a tea tray.
Nabiki was no longer sitting in Shampoo's lap. Instead, the two
girls were in one of the wall booths. Shampoo was curled up on the
bench seat, her head resting in Nabiki's naked lap. Nabiki was
sitting on a large soft towel Shampoo must have supplied, but other
than that, she did not seem to be making any concessions to her
naked state. A soft purr was coming from between Shampoo's lips as
the brown haired girl scratched her behind the ears. Nabiki's face
was back to its usual neutral expression, but Cologne noted that she
seemed to be taking a great deal of comfort from stroking Shampoo.
Cologne idly wondered if Nabiki had made note of some of the
changes in Shampoo's appearance. She looked at Nabiki closely,
judging her current emotional state. Only the redness of Nabiki's
eyes and the faint tear tracks down her cheeks gave any indication of
her former distress.
"Feeling better?" Cologne asked as she set the tray down on the
table and hoped up onto the bench opposite Shampoo and Nabiki.
"I'll live." Nabiki said. Her face twisted into a wry smile "It
would seem that I'm not as skilled in self-deception as Ranma is, but
I think I've got a handle on it. Shampoo has been entertaining me
for the last little while with some of your tribe's customs in regards
to rapists. Very therapeutic." Her expression grew more serious, and
she looked at Cologne intently. "Speaking of those customs, why am
I still alive? I seem to recall that was a condition you were quite
eager to relieve me of."
Cologne was very curious as to Nabiki's remark concerning
Ranma. Shampoo had mentioned that Ranma was trapped in his
girl form, and might be that way for good, but she had not
mentioned anything about Ranma being assaulted. She put that
aside for the time being, and answered Nabiki. "Yes. Well, there has
been a change in plan, for the moment." Cologne used her staff to
shove a small vial across the table toward Nabiki. "Do you know
what this is? Don't open it!" This last said as Nabiki picked up the
vial and made as if to remove the top. She arched an eyebrow at
Cologne, but desisted in her efforts. Instead, she looked closely at
the vial before putting it back down on the table.
"Never seen it before. However, I could hazard a guess as to
what it is." Cologne nodded at her to continue. "Considering the
events of the last five days, and what the catalyst was. I would
hazard a guess that this is Ryouga's mystery magical Jusenkyo curse
remover."
"So Shampoo tells me," Cologne said. "However, it is known
by quite another name and function to the Amazons." This time it
was Nabiki who indicated Cologne should go on.
Cologne grew thoughtful. "Most of the story is not to be shared
with outsiders, but this much I can tell you. Eight hundred years
ago, an enemy of the Amazon empire . . ." Nabiki gave her a
questioning look. " Oh yes, we were an empire back then. Our
lands spread far and wide, and we were a mighty power. As I was
saying, an enemy of the empire conspired with a clan of ninja from
your country. The Suzuka supplied a disgruntled Amazon with a
potion that would cripple the chi of anyone who consumed it. In
small doses, it was debilitating. In large doses, it was fatal. The
traitor slipped it into the main meal at the yearly festival. More
than ninety percent of the Amazon warriors then living consumed
some of it. An hour later, our enemy fell on our helpless capital."
Cologne directed a bleak look at Nabiki. "I don't think I need
tell you what happened to those women." Nabiki paled. Shampoo
reached out and took her hand in her own. Nabiki pressed firmly on
that hand, drawing support from Shampoo's touch. Nabiki remained
pale, but she indicated that Cologne should continue.
"It was a dark day in our history, and for nearly five months,
the Amazon's ceased to exist as a people. It was not until those five
months had passed that a group of fifty one Amazons, feared lost
forever, attacked, slaying our foes and freeing their sisters from the
slavery they had been held in."
"Fifty-one warriors did that? They must have been very good."
"They were indeed. They also had help, but that is one of the
things no outsider may hear details of. Suffice it to say that the
captives were freed, and set about repairing the damage done by our
betrayal. They never fully did so. To this day the Amazons are a
pale shadow of their former glory. So you can see why the discovery
of that potion and the fact that Shampoo was missing caused me to
act hastily."
"That not all." Shampoo said.
<"Be quite girl! That is all an outsider needs to know.">
"No! One other fact Nabiki need know!"
<"What fact that?"> Nabiki said in broken Mandarin. Cologne
looked at her in surprise, but with no great shock. Instead she
directed a stern look at Shampoo.
"I have told you that the law will not apply in this case."
"Shampoo say you wrong! There no hole in law. Law says this
is so, no exceptions."
"What law would this be?" Nabiki asked.
"Is law of what happen to Amazon who make Suzuka Slave
Potion."
"The law does not apply. You did not make Slave Potion, you
made a cure for your curse. The other elders will agree with this
fully. I'm sure of it."
Nabiki looked at Shampoo in concern. "I think your Great-
Grandmother is right. Situations change. I don't think you can be
found responsible for this."
"I'm glad you agree," Cologne said.
"Hey, loopholes are my life." She leaned forward toward
Cologne. "I don't want anything happening to Shampoo. Are you
sure the elders will agree with you?"
"I'm _"
"NO!!" The table rocked as Shampoo slammed her hand down.
"Shampoo live by law. When Ranma and others say law not mean
Shampoo married to Ranma, Great-Grandmother say law is law, no
exception. Now you say is exception. Shampoo no agree."
Cologne narrowed her eyes and glared at Shampoo. "Do you
take me for a fool, girl? Don't you think I know what you are
aiming for? Maybe you would like it if I sold you to your cousin,
Lano Cane? Damn!!" Cologne turned to Nabiki with a fierce glare.
"You never heard that name!"
Nabiki looked from Cologne to Shampoo, whose eyes were
filled with fear. Whatever Cologne had just threatened her with, it
was bad. Nabiki looked back at Cologne. "The name is forgotten,
but what is this selling business?"
"It's nothing.'
"It's what law say happen."
Nabiki looked back and forth between the two Amazons. Then
she nodded to herself. "You might as well tell me," she told
Cologne. "Shampoo will just tell me later, if you don't do it now."
Cologne grimaced, and after directing one last glare at
Shampoo, she explained. "Because of what they had just gone
through, the Amazons felt death too easy a punishment for anyone
who would use the potion again. Either against the tribe as a whole,
or against an individual. As a result, the crime of making Suzuka
Slave Potion, or for even possessing it, is to be sold as a slave to
someone who would use them as harshly as our people had been used
during their captivity. In eight hundred years, it has never been
enforced. We never possessed the formula, and no Amazon ever
made or possessed it."
Nabiki drew in a deep breath of surprise. "I'm not surprised
that you feel the elders would not expect Shampoo to pay the price."
Nabiki looked at Shampoo, and the look in her eyes sent shivers
down the purple haired Amazon's spine. "I do have to admit,
however, that if I were an eligible buyer, I don't think I'd be arguing
against it."
Cologne snorted. "You are eligible. Why do you think my
Great-Granddaughter is so adamant on this? She wants me to sell
her to you."
For a second, a fire kindled in Nabiki's eyes, and her bare
nipples crinkled visibly, but then she shook her head and said, "I
don't buy it. I don't believe there is nothing in the law that would
eliminate lovers or friends from buying the accused."
"And you would be right. There is indeed a stipulation that
states the purchaser must be such as will use the criminal in the
manner intended by the law. At the time they had in mind the
pleasure houses that existed in many of the towns. However, you are
eligible, as Shampoo realized a little while ago."
"I had not realized my reputation was so bad." Nabiki said
skeptically.
"Not you personally, but your blood. My people have had
dealings with your kind. There could be no doubt as to your being
eligible."
"My kind? Isn't that just a little harsh?"
"Have you looked in a mirror recently?"
"Nabiki lifted an eyebrow. Turning, she looked in the mirror
that was affixed to the wall of their booth. She looked perfectly
normal, except for the very faint tattoos on her forehead and cheeks.
It was the same pattern in all three locations. An narrow upright
oval, with another oval, half the size, in the middle. A small circle
at the top of the inside oval completed the design.
"What on earth?" Nabiki said, looking at her image in surprise.
As she spoke, she became aware of another difference. Reaching up
with a hand, she fingered one of her canine teeth. It had grown to
twice it former size, and along with its opposite number, gave her
dentures an appearance very similar to Ryouga's. Using her fingers,
she jerked on the tooth, but nothing happened, it was firmly in place.
Nabiki turned back to Cologne with a frown on her face. "I
could do the whole denial bit and accuse you of doing this while I
slept, but I don't think that's the case. Is it?"
"No. You are right. Do you remember what happened in the
alley?"
Nabiki paled, but she kept her gaze square on Cologne. "I take
it you are referring to the way my body changed, and not to the other
things?"
"That's correct."
"You demon girl." Shampoo said. "Law have no problem with
law breaker sold to demon."
"Demon? Oh, come on. I may be a little loose in the ethics
department, but a demon? You can't really expect them to buy that."
Cologne sighed. "Unfortunately, it's the truth."
"What? That I'm a demon?"
"Not a full demon. I've done tests, however, and there can be
no doubt whatsoever that you have demon blood in your ancestry.
We have long known that instant Jusenkyo water releases a great
deal of magic as it breaks down. Up till now, however, it was not
something that could be tapped. Many of our magi have tried, but
without success. They did not posses the proper blood to use
whatever type of magic it was. As a guess, I would say you do, and
that the magic has pushed you over the edge in regards to which side
of the fence you come down on, concerning your demon/human
heritage."
Nabiki was stunned. "You're serious. You're really telling me
that I'm a demon."
"Part demon, but yes, that is what it means."
Shampoo wrapped her arms around Nabiki and gave her a
fierce hug. "That mean you can buy Shampoo. Elders can not say
selling Shampoo to demon not punishment."
The feel of Shampoo's body was stimulating, but not half so
stimulating as the concept of owning the buxom amazon beauty in
reality, instead of make-believe.
"I keep telling you, girl, it is not going to happen."
"Wait!" Nabiki said, then she flushed and swallowed the fluids
that suddenly filled her mouth. "Let's not be hasty here. You
wouldn't want to risk the chance that the Elders would decide
Shampoo had indeed broken the law. They might take charge of her
sale personally, and who knows what would happen to her. This
way, at least, you would be assured she was in safe hands."
Nabiki's breath broke off as Shampoo squeezed the breath out
of her. Nabiki looked down at the top of her head with a stern
expression. "I believe I mentioned that you were not to touch me
without permission." She said in a cold voice. Shampoo flushed,
and hurriedly released her grip. She moved slightly away from
Nabiki and sat with her hands demurely folded in her lap, and her
head downcast.
Cologne blinked at this exchange, and a thoughtful look
crossed her face. "Wait here!" she said. A few minutes later, she
was back with a piece of jewelry. A large pendant with an oval
shaped crystal in the center. The crystal was transparent, but
nothing was visible in it. Not even the back of the pendant. It
seemed to have endless depths.
"This is a soul gem, with it a magus can tell much about a
person. I meant to use it earlier, but then I decided you should be
awake. If my suspicions are correct, this is something you should
see first-hand. I am no Magus, but I know enough to do several
simple things. I will need a drop of blood from each of you, one at
time. You first, Shampoo." Shampoo complied, holding a finger
out over the crystal. Drawing a sharp pin from her hair, Cologne
pricked Shampoo's finger, allowing a single drop of blood to fall
onto the crystal. For a second, nothing happened, then, the blood
seemed to soak into the crystal and disappear. For a minute, they
sat looking at the crystal, then, slowly, a swirling pattern of color
appeared.
"What does it show?" Nabiki asked curiously.
"I don't fully know. You need a great deal of training to
decipher the images, as well as a great deal of detachment. It is
usually recommended that the magus doing the reading not know
who the blood came from. I could make guesses, but they would be
biased by what I already know of Shampoo and you. This could be
her courage, this her honor, but I don't know for sure."
"If you can't use it, then just what are we doing?"
"I told you, I'm testing a theory of mine. Give me your finger
now."
Reluctantly, Nabiki held out her finger and retained her stoic
appearance as Cologne drew blood from it. Again they watched as
the crystal absorbed the blood and presented a view of what it
learned from it. Cologne gave a grunt of satisfaction. Leaning
forward, she touched one of the decorations that lined the outside
edge of the crystal, and a new pattern appeared. Nabiki looked
closely, and thought it looked familiar, but the patterns were so
complex that she could not be sure.
"What mean?" Shampoo asked.
For a long time, Cologne ignored her question. She stared at
the image while she stroked her chin in thought. Finally she said.
"Very well, I'll sell Shampoo to you." Shampoo gave a shout of joy,
and would have glomped Nabiki, had the girl not glared her back
into her submissive pose.
Turning to Cologne, Nabiki asked. "What changed your
mind?"
Cologne sighed. "Selling her to you is only a formality. It will
take care of any chance of problems, later. When the elders change
the law, as I'm sure they will, then Shampoo will regain her status.
However, she will still belong to you, just as you belong to her."
"What? Wait a second! I don't belong to anyone."
"I'm afraid you're wrong. According to the pendant, you each
have a small piece of the other's soul mixed in with your own. That
was what the final pattern was. It showed the portions of your souls
that you both have in common. I have only heard of this, never seen
it, but all I have heard tells me that there is no vow or bond stronger.
You and her are one. For now, and for always. Legends have it that
even after death, you will be bonded in your next life, down through
this cycle of existence. That is only a legend, however, and there is
no way of confirming it. What is fact is that selling Shampoo to you
is only a formality. You already possess her, as she does you. The
way you choose to express that possession is up to you."
"This is far too fast for me, and I'm not sure if I believe you,
but I'm not going to argue with you. How much?"
"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE JOKING!!" Nabiki screamed as she
read the figure Cologne had written down. "I don't have that sort of
money!!"
"On the contrary, you do. My estimate is that, that figure
represents seventy-five percent of your current liquid assets."
Nabiki looked at the figure and did some quick metal figuring.
She put the amount at sixty-five percent. However, she wasn't about
to admit that. "I'm afraid your figures are wrong. What about this
much?" Nabiki crossed out Cologne's figure and wrote in one of her
own, a third of the value of the original.
"Please, give me some credit. This is a fraction of her worth."
Nabiki shook her head in denial. "You're wrong. You'd get a
fraction of this if you sold her at the docks. The available customers
are not known for their generosity."
"And who says I would be limited to the customers you are
aware of? I know of at least one who would match the first price and
exceed it."
"That person whose name I've forgotten?"
"Indeed, she would pay a great deal to acquire Shampoo, and
would make a great deal more selling her after a suitable amount of
training."
Shampoo sat off to the side, barely able to contain her
excitement. To know that they were bargaining to sell her body, and
the use of it, sent a shiver of delight up her spine. She remembered
Nabiki's words of days ago. "If you come back, you're mine. I'll
own you, and I'll use you." The memory alone was enough to
dampen her sex. As the two people bargained on her price, she
slipped into a fantasy of what her new mistress would do to her on
their first night together. Her hand slipped down her front, but
before it could reach its goal, a combination attack occurred.
"Stop that!" Both Nabiki and Cologne said at the same time.
"Have you no shame, girl?" Cologne said, whacking her on top
of the head with her staff.
"I didn't give you permission to do that!" Nabiki said coldly.
She did not strike out at Shampoo, but her eyes delivered a
chastisement much stronger than Cologne's staff.
"I think you should go and do something while Cologne and I
finish our dealings." Nabiki said. " And keep your fingers off of my
property while you do it!" She finished sternly.
Shampoo left the room, going into the kitchen with a downcast
look on her face, but when Nabiki would have resumed the
bargaining, Cologne held up her hand. A few minutes later,
Shampoo came back carrying a tool box. They watched as she
walked across the dining room and out the front door. For most of
the walk she kept herself properly subservient, but the last few steps
had a definite bounce to them.
Cologne gave a snort. "At least that is one thing I will not have
to deal with."
"Something I should know?" Nabiki asked.
"Let us just say that being soul-bound does not mean she can
not have other loves in her life. I hope you find the smell of gasoline
and oil attractive."Cologne would say nothing more on the subject,
and they resumed their bargaining. A half hour later they concluded
it, and Cologne brought out some sake to seal the deal.
As they drank Nabiki looked speculatively at the old woman.
"If you don't mind me saying, you seem to be taking this awfully
well."
Cologne smiled at her, a rather ghastly sight. "Shampoo filled
me in on the goings on of the last few days. It would seem your
sister has won the competition for Ranma, and in a manner
Shampoo could never duplicate. Her own curse keeps her from
using that particular method."
"Does that mean you think Ranma is a girl forever, now?"
"I really don't know. From all I know and have heard of the
potion, she should have died from drinking that much. The fact that
she didn't leaves us with a mystery. Whether she does or does not
regain her manhood is not really the issue. She has accepted her
status to a point I would never have believed. I don't think she will
ever be the same again."
The two sat in silence for a few minutes, then Nabiki nervously
broached another subject that had been troubling her. "About this
demon thing?"
"Yes?"
"In the alley, something happened to me. I changed, and I
don't just mean my body. My mind changed as well. I wasn't me
any longer. I didn't like that. I don't want that to happen again. Do
you have any idea of how to avoid it happening to me again?"
Cologne looked thoughtful. "You understand that I have only a
limited knowledge of your kind?"
Nabiki grimaced at the reference to her kind, but she nodded
her head in acceptance. "I realize that, but you're the best source I
have at the moment."
"Very well. You must understand that your particular heritage
is from the Shikima. They are demons that reflect human's darker
sexual needs. All Demons are embodiments of the primal vices of
the human race. Some embody anger, others hatred, fear, cruelty,
the Shikima embody lust. They feed on the sexual energy of human
beings. When you were with those boys your body automatically
drained them of their sexual energy. It was a surplus of that energy,
more than your body could handle, that caused the change."
Nabiki nodded "It was like I had no control over my own body.
Every time I thought I had a handle on it, I'd lose control. If
Shampoo had not shown up, I don't know what would have
happened."
"Ah, Shampoo. Indeed, that is another aspect you must be
aware of." Nabiki looked at Cologne questioningly. "Did you notice
anything different about Shampoo?"
"Not really."
Cologne shook her head in dismay. "I thought you more
observant than that."
"Hey, I've been a little distracted."
"You have no training in channeling your Chi, or Ki as it is
called here. To your demonic part, the sexual energy you absorbed is
very similar to Ki. Your demonic side can make use of that energy
much easier than your human side can. As a result, it uses that
energy to manifest itself more fully. However, there is a limit to how
much it can store. When you reached that limit, it started to channel
energy down the link you share with Shampoo. When you to came
together in the alley, the energy flow intensified. All the energy you
had accumulated flowed into Shampoo, who has much more training
in containing her Ki. Even so, the amount of energy you fed her was
far more than her training allowed her to store easily. This caused
her to undergo some physical changes, just as you did. If you look
closely at her eyes you will see that the pupils are slightly slitted,
and that her ears have altered shape slightly. I believe that her curse
shaped the direction the changes took. If you are not careful, you
could eventually change her fully into her cursed formed
permanently. As it is, I believe she will carry the changes she now
wears permanently.
Nabiki looked stricken. "Is she alright?"
"She is fine. I don't think she is even aware of the changes
herself yet. There is also the manner of her behavior, as we saw just
now. She may be able the handle the energy better than you, but
there is still a strong aphrodisiac quality to the particular energy you
give off. Being soul-bonded to you, Shampoo absorbs that energy
easily. Sitting next to you for as long as she just did is liable to lead
to more of that sort of behavior. I would recommend strongly that
you not spend a lot of time in her company in public until you can
control your leakage better. If you must spend time with her it would
be better if it were in private, or while she is in her cat form."
Nabiki shook her head. "I don't like this. I don't like this at
all. There must be something I can do to stop this from happening."
"Avoid males, at least avoid sex with them. I would also advise
you to begin training your body. If you can train your human side to
contain and control your Ki, you will be able to more fully control
your demonic side. Until you are fully in control of your own body,
you run the risk of losing your humanity. I would be very sad to see
that happen." The way Cologne phrased that left Nabiki feeling very
uneasy. She had a feeling the sadness would have something to do
with her untimely demise.
"But that would not stop you from doing what would have to be
done." Nabiki said in a flat tone.
Cologne looked at her. "Indeed, If you manifest your demonic
ancestry fully, and cease to exist as Tendo Nabiki, I would take the
steps necessary. It need not come to that however, if you apply
yourself, you should be able to learn to control your new nature."
"Could you help me in that?"
"I could, but Shampoo can do it just as well as I. But we can
only aid you partially. You need to learn to control your sexual
hunger. That is your weak point."
"I've always had pretty good control in that regards."
"I see. So, why did you not stop the activity in the alley before
it went too far. I know you must have reached a physical level where
you were more than a match for them fairly early in the encounter."
"I . . . I don't know. I never even thought of it."
"That is the problem. You now have needs, and whether you
wish it or not, you will seek to satisfy those needs. Unless you come
to grips with your own desires, you will always be in danger of
losing your humanity."
"And you can't train me in that?"
Cologne looked disgusted. "Please, do I look like Happy? . . ."
Nabiki arched an eyebrow at her. " Let me rephrase that. Do you
think I'm some sort of pervert? I'm afraid you're on your own in
that regard. Shampoo can help you practice, but as for the actual
training. I wouldn't even know where to start." Cologne's look
became thoughtful. "There is one, but no, you do not want to have
anything to do with her."
"This would be that person who I don't know?"
"Lao Kung. That is the name she goes under now."
"It sounds familiar."
"You may have heard it before, she has a certain notoriety
among a small segment of the population. One you would know
more of than I."
"Why not ask for her help? Is she not to be trusted?"
"In a word, no. She would be happy to take both you and
Shampoo, and would train you fully. But for her own ends. There
are many in the world who would pay handsomely for a Chinese
Amazon who has been trained by Lao. But that price would be a
fraction of what they would pay for a trained Shikima. No. I think
you would be very lucky indeed if your path never crossed her's.
That however, still leaves us with the problem of your training. For
now all I can say is for you to be on your guard. Avoid men.
Shampoo will be able to help you partially in that regard. Compliant
as she seems, she has never liked sharing, and unless you order her
explicitly to do so, she is not going to take well to you being with
someone else."
Nabiki stiffened. "I run my own life. If I choose to indulge
myself, Shampoo will like it."
"And will you pursue that ideal at the risk to your humanity?
For that is what you risk. Tendo Nabiki could cease to exist."
Nabiki thought back to the alley. She had clear memories of
the whole thing, but only for the first few minutes could she truly say
the memories were her own. After that, she had been someone else.
Ranma and the others retained their minds when they changed form.
Nabiki had not done so. The truly horrifying thing was that there
had been no struggle. After the first few attempts to think clearly
failed, she had not fought to retain her self, she had simply ceased to
exist. "Very well, I will be careful."
Cologne smiled. "You can't know what a relief it is to deal
with someone who actually listens for a change."
"I guess I should get going. It's getting late and they will be
worried about me at home."
"That is not a problem. I called earlier. I told them you would
be staying here for a few days."
Nabiki looked at her in surprise. "A few days?"
"I thought it best. I was not sure what I would have to do, and I
felt it best to give myself some time. You are welcome to spend the
next several nights here. It will give you a chance to learn more
about your new condition without having to deal with people who
know you well. Besides, I'm sure you and Shampoo have much to
'talk' about."
Nabiki looked at her in surprise, then she shook her head in
amazement. "You'll have to forgive me, but I find your attitude
toward this rather amazing. You come back after a week away, and
find that a year and a half of your life has been wasted. My sister
and Ranma are an item and not only is Shampoo out of the loop,
she's involved with a sex demon. Not only do you not try to alter the
situation, you encourage the sex demon. I keep waiting for the other
shoe to drop."
Cologne grinned at her. "It's not really all that surprising.
You must understand that you and Shampoo are married." She held
up a hand before Nabiki could protest. "Yes, married. In a manner
more profound than any ceremony or ritual could make you. That
being the case, I have no problem with you indulging in what any
married couple would do. Besides, from what Shampoo told me, it's
only a matter of time before you provide me with a great-great-
grandchild. I'm an old woman, and I may not have that much
longer. So, as you can see, I have my own motivations."
Nabiki still had her doubts, but then she thought about the
crowded conditions back home, and the chances of her being able to
have guaranteed privacy. "I'll take you up on your offer."
Shampoo walked in through the door, muttering to herself
about stupid boys who didn't look after their bikes properly. Nabiki
looked at her grease smeared figure and wrinkled her nose as the
smell of gasoline floated across the room. Turning to Cologne she
arched an eyebrow. Cologne merely shrugged. "It's your problem
now. As I said, just because you are soul-bonded does not mean you
can not have other loves."
Shampoo reappeared with a tool in her hand and made her way
back toward the front door.
"Shampoo!" Nabiki called, but the purple haired girl continued
on her way, still muttering to herself. "What on earth?" Nabiki said,
put out at being ignored. In front of her, Cologne gave a cackle of
delight. Getting off her bench seat, she hopped toward the back
door.
"I'm going to visit a friend for a few hours. I'll leave you two
alone."
Nabiki got up from her own seat and stalked toward the door
Shampoo had just excited through. Following the sound of
Shampoo's voice, she walked around the corner of the restaurant
and down a narrow alley. She came across Shampoo sitting on the
ground. The Amazon was sitting in front of a large motor bike with
an expensive looking sidecar attached. Various pieces of machinery
were spread around Shampoo on the drop cloth she was sitting on.
The purple haired girl was frowning, but Nabiki sensed she was
happy despite her expression. Nabiki marched over to the girl, and
reaching down, grabbed her ear between two fingers. Shampoo
started and twisted to look at her.
"Nabiki!"
"That's right. Nabiki, the person you just walked by in the
restaurant without a thought."
"Shampoo sorry, her mind on new bike. Stupid boy no look
after right."
Nabiki shook her head in amazement. The Amazon's attitude
was something she had seen before with other people. More
specifically, the boys in the auto club at school. It was not something
she had ever expected to see with Shampoo. Who would have
thought Shampoo was a motorhead? "Clean up this mess and meet
me in the bathroom in ten minutes." Nabiki turned and walked
away, then she stopped and turned back. "Ten minutes, not one
second more. Believe me, you do not want to keep me waiting."
The ice in Nabiki's voice sent a shiver down Shampoo's spine, and
she hurriedly started packing away the loose parts for the night. The
last few days had given her a healthy respect for Nabiki's
imagination. She well remembered the long spell she had spent tied
up and face down on Nabiki's bed, with vibrators humming in both
her openings, while Nabiki painted her initials on Shampoo's butt
with a fine brush. Just the memory was enough to make her damp.
Then she stopped what she was doing as a thought occurred to her.
With a sly grin on her face, she started taking her time packing away
the bike parts.
The Bathroom in the Nekohanten, like Ukyou's, consisted
mainly of a shower. Currently it was occupied only by a seriously
pissed Nabiki. The door opened, and a contrite looking Shampoo
shuffled in.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in. Herself." Nabiki marched
over and hissed in Shampoo's face. "Thirty-three minutes. Correct
me if I'm wrong, but I believe I said to be here in ten."
"Shampoo sorry, she lose track of time."
"Oh, you only think your sorry right now. Wait a little while,
'then' you'll be sorry. Take that dress off!" Nabiki snapped out.
Shampoo hastily removed her ragged dress. It had faired badly that
day. Between the fight with Cologne, then the grease from the
motorcycle, it was not good for much more than rags now. Nabiki
seemed to share that assessment. "Tear it into strips." She ordered,
and again Shampoo hastily obeyed. She ripped the tattered fabric
into several long strands before Nabiki was satisfied.
"Drop all of those but one, and give me your hands," she said.
Taking the strip from Shampoo she tied the girl's hands together.
"Get into the shower and hook your hands over the showerhead!"
Nabiki watched as Shampoo did this, the frown never leaving her
face. Looking around the bathroom for inspiration, she spied a small
push broom. She examined the broom handle closely, then
unscrewed the wooden handle from the head. Curling her
forefinger around it, she checked the diameter, then stretched her
arms out so she could grip each end. Finally she swatted it a few
times into the open palm of one of her hands, making a meaty
thwack each time she did so. All the time she was checking the
qualities of the broom handle, she was looking at Shampoo, her gaze
frosty. Shampoo was looking at the broom handle, an uncertain look
on her face.
Nabiki grinned, an expression that did nothing to make
Shampoo feel any less nervous. Nabiki set the broom stick aside,
leaning it against the sink. She marched over to the shower stall.
Reaching in, she turned on the hot water, a second later a cat was
tangling from the shower head, held there by the fabric wrapped
loosely around her front paws. "Hang in there, baby," Nabiki said,
and a second later the water heated, and Shampoo regained her
normal form. Nabiki grabbed the cold water tap, but did not turn it
until the hot water from the tap was hot enough to start reddening
Shampoo's skin. Then she adjusted the water to a more comfortable
temperature, took off her own clothes and got in the shower with
Shampoo.
Nabiki removed the ornaments from Shampoo's hair, and let it
fall free down the bound Amazon's back. Moving it into the stream
of water she let it get well soaked, then she turned off the water.
Taking a bottle of shampoo from a ledge in the shower, she poured a
goodly amount on her hand and began to lather Shampoo's hair,
working up a good froth.
"So, what is it with you and motorbikes?" she asked as she
worked to get the dirt and grime out of Shampoo's hair.
Shampoo, who had been enjoying the feeling of having her hair
washed, came out of her pleasurable daze at Nabiki's question.
"When Shampoo's father come to village, he have motor bike."
"Your father was an outsider?"
"Yes, he teacher at school in Beijing. Government say he think
he special, but not special, they send him to live on farm near
Amazon village."
"I've heard of that, they sent all the highly educated people out
to pick rice."
"That right. It very hard for him, he not young, he get sick."
"Hold on. He was old, and so out of shape that picking rice
made him sick, how did he manage to beat your mother."
"Village elder, he related to Amazons. Great-Grandmother,
she sometime go to village and look after sick. She go when
Shampoo's father sick. Shampoo's mother come to learn art of
healing. Great-Grandmother make father feel better, but he still not
well. Shampoo's mother, she come back with more medicine next
day. She see Shampoo's father playing chess by self. He ask if she
knew how play. Shampoo's mother best player in village, not even
Great-Grandmother beat her. She say, she know how to play, a
little. Father, mother, they play. Father, very good, he beat mother,
so she marry him."
"Nani? She married him because he beat her at chess?"
"Is unusual, but chess is art of war, so Shampoo's mother say
he beat her in fight. Shampoo's mother no want to marry man who
got nothing in head."
"I can understand that. What has all this to do with you and
motorcycles though?"
"Father move to village, marry mother, bring bike. Shampoo
born, grow up. Father's bike very old, always breaking. Father like
playing with bike, he take apart, he put together, make run. In
Amazon village, man looks after children. Shampoo stay with father
when she very young, she watch, she learn, she help. Shampoo get
older, father teach to ride. He get too old to ride, he give Shampoo
bike. She work very hard to keep running. Great-Grandmother, she
make Shampoo stop. She say Shampoo never be warrior if she waste
all time with bad smelling junk. She say Shampoo got legs,
Shampoo learn how to use. Shampoo do what Great-Grandmother
say, but she always miss Father's bike. Now Shampoo have bike of
own."
SMACK, Nabiki took a hand out of Shampoo's foamy hair and
smacked her on the bottom. "Slaves don't own things, they are
things. If you are very good, I may let you use 'my' bike."
"Shampoo be very good!" Shampoo said emphatically.
"The way you were very on time?"
"Shampoo _Murf_"
Nabiki covered Shampoo's mouth with a suds-covered hand.
Leaning in so her body pressed against the heavy water-soaked mane
of Shampoo's hair, she said, "I do not want to hear that you are
sorry." Nabiki moved her hand away, and Shampoo tried to
discretely spit out the soap that had gotten into her mouth. Nabiki
ignored her and tuned on the water. The water in the pipes was still
warm, so Shampoo stayed human. Nabiki began the tedious job of
rinsing out Shampoo's hair.
Nabiki had never been into girlfriends, slumber parties, and
doing each other's hair. However, she was finding washing
Shampoo's massive mane quite relaxing, much the same way petting
Shampoo in her cat form was. She was almost sorry when the last
bit of soap was rinsed away. Gathering the sodden hair up into one
tight bundle, she wrung it out, and then used a scrap of cloth to first
tie it into a large pony tale, and then to fasten it to Shampoo's wrists
where they were fastened over the shower head, getting it up and
away from Shampoo's grease and oil smeared body.
Soaping up a cloth, she began to wash Shampoo's body. If
washing Shampoo's hair had been relaxing, washing her body was
anything but. Nabiki felt herself growing excited as she ran her
hands over Shampoo's slick flesh. She did not linger on any one
area, but neither did she hurry. Taking her time, she washed every
inch of Shampoo. She knelt to do her legs, and smiled to herself as
Shampoo's breath became faster and faster the farther up her legs
she washed.
Nabiki ran her hands up the inside of Shampoo's legs, and
around them till she was kneading Shampoo's ass. She ran the
soapy washcloth deeply into Shampoo's cleft, and the Amazon lifted
herself up on her toes as Nabiki scrubbed her sex briskly.
Nabiki frowned as her bare hand became aware of an
unfamiliar texture. She turned Shampoo so the girl was facing her,
and knelt. She examined Shampoo's groin carefully and was
surprised to see that Shampoo had a very light dusting of fur, so fine
as to be almost invisible. The fur seem to radiate out from her sex
for a several inches, then fade away. Her pubic hair was also of a
different texture, much softer, more fur-like than hair-like. Nabiki
remembered what Cologne had told her about Shampoo being
altered slightly from the excess energy she had absorbed from
Nabiki. This must be some manifestation of that. She lightly
stroked the bound girl's pubic mound, enjoying the soft fur that had
replaced her coarser pubic hair. Shampoo thrust her hips at Nabiki's
stroking hand, and a moan escaped from her lips. Nabiki continued
to stroke her, and Shampoo's moans became more and more
insistent, the motion of her hips more frantic.
Then the hot water ran out.
Nabiki walked into Shampoo's bedroom, her wet hair done up
in a towel, while she held another towel in her hands. Inside the
second towel, a disgruntled Shampoo was mewling in a complaining
tone as Nabiki briskly rubbed the water out of her fur.
"Oh stop your complaining!" Nabiki snapped, holding the still
damp cat up in front of her face. "It served you right. The next time
I tell you I want you somewhere in a certain length of time, do it.
Don't go thinking yourself all clever and trying to con me into
something."
"Merp?"
"Yes, you. Don't give me that innocent look. You think I don't
know what you were doing, taking all that time. I saw the way you
looked at me when I was playing with the broom handle. You were
expecting me to do something 'interesting' with it. Well, guess
again. I told you if you were late, you'd regret it. Well I always keep
my promises. You expected to get punished for being late, and
you're going to. Just not the way you expected. You listen here.
For the next five days, you are a cat. I don't want you even going
close to a cup of tea. If you change forms for anything short of an
emergency, I'll stick you in a cat cage and put you in a boarding
kennel for a week. Do we understand each other?"
A downcast Shampoo nodded her head. Nabiki nodded her
own firmly. "Good. Now lets get to bed. It's been a busy day, and I
need my sleep." Nabiki threw back the blankets on Shampoo's futon
and slipped both herself and Shampoo under them. Laying on her
back, she held Shampoo up once again so they were face to face.
Then, before the surprised cat could react, she pulled her in and
kissed her.
Kissing a cat was strange, and Nabiki was pretty sure it was not
something that was likely to catch on, but she held the kiss for
several seconds, stroking her hand through Shampoo's fur. The
surprised Shampoo responded after a second. Her small pink tongue
darting forward to lick Nabiki's.
Nabiki broke the kiss and cuddled Shampoo to her breasts.
"That was for in the alley, and in the dining room a little while ago.
Don't expect me to go soft or anything, but I love you, kitten."
"Merppp!?"
"Yes! You do have to stay a cat for the full five days. I may
love you, but I'm not going to put up with any nonsense from you.
Now go to sleep." Nabiki closed her eyes, and Shampoo followed
suit. Soon the sound of steady breathing indicated they were both
fast asleep. Shampoo lay curled up between Nabiki's breasts, rising
up and down as Nabiki breathed in and out.
Well, that's the end of this one.
I'm sorry I took so long to get to it. Real Life stomped on me.
I would like to thank Wade Tritschler and John Rasmussen Without
them this would not be nearly as readable as it is. Their help with
grammar has been a big aid in giving me the confidence to write.
Wade has not done any lemons . . . Yet. But anyone who has written
a story where Akane and Shampoo become lovers is not far from
falling over the edge into Hentai-hood.
You can find his stories at
Try his stories out. They're very good.
Also, check out many of the fine stories archived at his site. They
include, A very Scary Thought, or Nabiki 1/2. In it you will find the
very interesting character Lano Cain, or Madam Lao Kung, Pirate,
White Slaver, Man Eating Tigress, and many other things. She is a
creation of Shadowmane, and if you like this story, you will very
much like the story arc she appears in.
I'd like to thank all my other pre-readers, and especially Green
Eyes, My red headed, Ranma-chan wana be. Her boundless
enthusiasm has gone a long way toward keeping me motivated.
Thanks.