The Shikima Interface
Chapter six, Marital Arts
A fan fiction based on the Manga by Rumiko Takahashi's Ranma
1/2,
and using characters and situations from the anime La Blue Girl. I
have
no rights whatsoever to the characters depicted herein.
The Hungry Tiger,
schell@interlog.com
This is a lemon, another word for porn. If that offends you, 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 curses.
Ranma thinking it was a full cure drank it while in her female form,
and may be trapped that way. Under the influence of some lust
demons, Ryouga took his quarrel with Ranma to a new level, and
started a chain reaction that is still going on.
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 and Nabiki have
been soul bonded. Cologne has declared them married, and they are
staying at the Nekohatten at the moment.
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.
Ryouga, after spending a time visiting the lovely Shikima
realm, has finally returned to earth, and is currently sleeping it off in
the Tendo Dojo.
In chapter four we left Akane, Ranma, and Ukyou investigating the
interesting combinations three very flexible martial artists, one of
whom has two genders, can manage. Join them as they wake up to a
new day, and a brand new chapter in their relationship.
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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In a quiet bedroom, that had been very noisy for most of the
previous evening, two lovely girls slept, one petite girl with red hair,
and one large girl with chestnut brown hair. Their heads were
resting in contentment on the broad chest of the man who was
stretched out between them. A small duplicate of the brown haired
girl was sitting, fully dressed, on his broad, well muscled, stomach.
Tendo Akane looked down at the two girls, softly stroking
their hair with his broad hands. They were sleeping deeply, and
other than the occasional murmurs floating up from their dreams,
had no reaction to his caress.
Akane sighed, he himself had no desire for sleep, nor
apparently, if Yousee was to be believed, would he be sleeping a
great deal from now on. Yet another side effect of his new status as
a part demon, part human, half male, half female being. Just
thinking about it was enough to give him a headache. There was
little doubt however that Yousee was telling the truth. Akane's
tongue flicked against his canine teeth as it had done more than once
in the last few hours. They were still the same, twice as big as
normal, and very sharp.
There was also the matter of the tattoos that had appeared on
his forehead and cheeks. In his female form they were a narrow oval
inside a larger oval with a circle at the top of the interior one. In his
male form they were in the form of a rod, with two small circles at
the base, and a single, slightly larger one, at the top.
Yousee had explained that they were cast marks of a kind.
There was an ancient agreement that beings from the other realms
had to show some evidence of their unearthly origin. If they did not
posses some physical characteristic that set them apart, such as an
Oni's horn, then they had to display markings such as Akane now
possessed. Yousee had also explained that some entities had made
the best of this rule. They used the tattoos for practical purposes,
such as antennas for drawing energy from their home realm.
Akane's marking were just that however, markings.
After Yousee's display of magic the evening before, Akane had
called home, and informed Aunty Nodoka that he and Ranma would
be spending the evening at Ukyou's. To Akane's surprise, Nodoka
had been enthusiastic about the idea, and had even suggested that
Akane reciprocate by inviting Ukyou over to the house after school
the next day, today that is, and to spend the night if she wanted to.
Kasumi was due home the next day, and there would be a big dinner
to welcome her back.
After the phone call, they had retired to the bedroom, and had a
very enjoyable time of it. Akane had spent most of it female,
acceding to Ranma's desires. But she'd soon realized that Ukyou
was uncomfortable with her as a girl, and over Ranma's objections,
she'd become male. Ukyou had been most appreciative, and even
now, Akane could feel a small buzz of pleasure emanating from the
sleeping girl. The memories were both pleasant, and a reminder of
what he would be facing the next day.
Akane looked down at the small duplicate of Ukyou who was
sitting on his belly. Yousee had conjured herself up a duplicate of
Ukyou's usual outfit. She had even slung one of Ukyou's throwing
spatulas across her back in lieu of a battle spatula. She had not tried
to copy Ukyou's bandoleer, but with the exception of that one thing,
she was an exact duplicate of the chef. "Are you completely sure
about this?" Akane asked the small sprite.
Yousee looked up at her and smirked. "Yep, no way was I
going to let you get your hooks into Ukyou's soul without some
protection for her. Bad enough to let my Devil Hunter get dependent
on a demon, without letting her get possessed in the bargain."
"I'd never do that to Ukyou! I don't even know how to do
that!" Akane protested.
Yousee snorted. "You might not, but your body does. If I
hadn't stepped in, you would have done it without even knowing
what you were doing the first time Ukyou orgasmed."
Akane looked at her horror stricken. "I would?" He turned to
look at Ranma, but before he could ask the question that was on the
tip of his tongue, Yousee reassured him.
"Don't worry. I told you that you two were already bonded.
Don't you remember, that's how you can draw energy from her
safely."
Akane sighed in relief, but then his eyes opened wide. "But
that means . . . Oh god, Ranma is going to kill me. All the time I
pounded her for having more than one Innazuke, and then this
happens."
"What happened sugar?" A bleary voice said from beside him.
Akane looked over to see Ukyou blinking at her from sleep dimmed
eyes.
"Ukyou? I'm sorry, did we wake you?"
Ukyou looked over at her alarm clock and grimaced. "No. In
about ten minutes the alarm will be going off. This is when I usually
get up." She stifled a yawn with the back of her hand.
"Now? It's only three thirty in the morning! Why would you
be getting up now?"
"I'm a business woman, remember sugar. The breakfast rush
starts at four thirty. I have enough time to clean up and get the grill
heated, then, the commuter rush will hit." Ukyou stifled another
yawn. "Dang, I wish we'd got to sleep a little earlier last night. Not
that I'd have missed it for anything sugar." She leaned forward and
lightly kissed Akane on the lips. "Last night was wonderful." Then,
her face took on a serious expression. "Akane . . . Akane, I want you
to know that I'll do everything I can to find a cure for my problem
before the thirty days are up and we have to do this again. I
promised myself I wasn't going to keep fighting you for Ranma a
long time ago. I'm sure as hell not going try and come between you
and Ranma now. Last night was great, and I'll always treasure it,
but I know you and Ranma will be wanting to get married someday.
I'd only be in the way."
Akane looked nervous. He tapped his forefingers together and
hemmed and hawed. "Ah, that is . . . there's something you should .
. . I mean something's happened you . . ."
Ukyou narrowed her eyes, and looked at Akane suspiciously.
"He was suddenly acting a great deal like Ranma trying to avoid
saying something that would get him flattened. "Spit it out sugar!"
Ukyou said.
Akane looked at her in a trapped-in-the-headlights sort of way.
"Oh, for heavens sake!" Yousee burst out. "Just tell her!" If
anything, Yousee comment just made Akane freeze even harder.
Yousee snorted. "Very well, if you don't have the guts I'll do it."
She turned and looked at her other half. "Last night while you made
love, Akane tried to steal a part of your soul."
"Nani!!?" Ukyou said in shock.
"I did not!" At the same time Akane protested his innocence.
Yousee looked at the angry Akane. "Oh, so you woke up. Do
you want to tell this now?" She snorted when Akane looked at
Ukyou, and once again froze. Ukyou meanwhile was starting to do a
slow burn. Yousee noticed, and reassured her.
"Don't worry, it wasn't on purpose. It was just that he has no
idea about his new body's natural reactions to certain situations.
Unless a Shikima of his type mentally controls himself, he can't help
doing that when his partner opens up her mind and soul to him
during orgasm. Anyway, I couldn't stop it, but I was able to use the
open channel to give you a part of his soul. You are now soul
bonded to him. Just like Ranma. Congratulations, you're married."
Ukyou looked at the little sprite in confusion. "Married? How
could we be married? I mean I didn't. . ."
Yousee snorted in derision. "You did. When you all decided to
solve your problems by acting like animals, the die was cast."
"Hey!" Ukyou said angrily. "At least we didn't go around
talking about killing our friends. That seemed to be your solution. . .
" Ukyou shook her head, and broke off the argument, there was a
much more pressing concern facing her. "I can't be married.
Akane and Ranma are going to . . . I mean if soul bonding means
marriage, then they're already married. Akane can't be married to
me. Besides, He's really a girl. You'll have to fix it up. Move those
pieces of soul back to the proper person," Ukyou suddenly ordered
Yousee.
Yousee looked at her incredulously. "Just like that? Who the
heck do you think I am? Kami-sama? You don't just go juggling
souls around like that. You and Akane's souls are merged with each
other. You also have a tiny bit of Ranma's soul that was mixed in
with Akane's. There's no way I can separate them out."
Ukyou was about to protest further, when she felt a hand on her
shoulder. She looked up at Akane with a stricken look on her face.
"Akane, I'm so sorry. I never wanted to get into this situation again.
I promise you that I'll let you and Ranma alone. I won't intrude."
"No." Akane shook his head. "It's alright Ukyou. I hate to
think what Ranma's going to say when she finds out. I'll never hear
the end of it, but one thing I'm sure of, is that she would agree with
me. We both care for you a lot. Maybe it's just the soul bonding,
but after last night I can't see, not sharing our lives with you. If you
don't mind living with a couple of perverts, than we'd love to have
you be part of us."
"But you can't be married to me. You and Ranma . . ."
"Who says?" Yousee broke in. "He's a demon for Kami's sake.
You think the temples and government is going to care if he has one
wife or a dozen. If they find out about him, all they're going to
want, is his hide nailed to the wall, and your and Ranma's right
beside his. Besides, soul bonding is much more binding than
anything they arrange. If there is a way to become more married, I
don't know what it is."
Ukyou would have protested more, but Akane suddenly reached
out and pulled her against him. "Is the idea really so awful?" He
asked, kissing the top of her head.
Ukyou stiffened, but then, the feel of Akane's body pressing up
against hers, the security she felt with his arms around her, broke
down her hesitation, and she melted up against him. It was just like
the night before. His masculinity was so overpowering that Ukyou
just could not think of him as anything but a man. Her man. Just
like it had been with Ranma. "No, not bad at all. It doesn't seem
very awful at all. I just hope Ranma-honey agrees." Just then, the
alarm went off with a shrill scream, and Ukyou hurriedly freed
herself from Akane's grip to swat it into silence.
Akane had started in surprise at the piercing tone, but Ranma
had not even stirred. "She really gets into her sleep. Doesn't she?"
Ukyou asked.
"You don't know the half of it." Akane sighed. "I've had to
use a bucket of cold water on more than one occasion to get her up.
Her father usually did it by throwing her out the window." He looked
at Ranma with fondness. "I'm glad she's resting now. She was
having a bad dream earlier, but she settled down eventually."
"Did you get any sleep at all last night?" Ukyou asked.
Akane sighed. "Yet another wonderful thing about being part
demon. Yousee tells me my healing factor has gone through the
roof. My body gets rid of all the toxins that people usually have to
sleep to dispose of. The only reason I need to sleep now is to give
my human half a chance to dream, and I don't have to do that for
more than an hour or so a day."
Ukyou stifled a yawn, "Must be nice."
"Not really, I spent the whole night watching you and Ranma
sleep, while Yousee was filling me in on what I can expect, and what
she's learned about Ranma. I dread all the nights I won't have
anything to do except watch you two sleep, not that I don't enjoy
that." He finished with a grin.
"As long as you don't go hunting for another wife, anything
you do will be fine with me." Ukyou said, chuckling. Then, she
looked in interest at Yousee. "What have you learned about
Ranma?"
"Don't you need to get to work? I could give you a hand."
Akane broke in to say as he looked over at Ukyou's clock.
Ukyou looked over herself, and grimaced. "You're right, but I
have a few minutes yet." She very careful ignored Akane's offer to
help.
"Well," Yousee began, "you understand I have to be very
careful around Ranma? If I try any direct probes I could end up fried
by the sheer amount of energy that's collected around her. So, I've
been passively reading her aura for all the information I can get that
way. It's not much, but it's better then nothing.
"Now the good news is that as far as I can tell, going by what
Akane tells me about her, her chi is almost back to full strength.
Any other person, and I'd think they were about to explode, she's got
so much. But from what Akane has described of her talents, I would
have to guess it's normal for her. As near as I can tell, after she
drank the potion, and destroyed her chi completely, the magic
replaced it. The magic kept her alive until her body could recover
from the jolt the potion gave her and replenish her chi naturally. I
think it also helped her recover faster than she would have
otherwise.
"Now the bad news. As near as I can tell her Jusenkyo curse is
permanently destabilized. There's nothing left but raw magic. A lot
more raw magic, as a matter of fact, than can be accounted for by
what was tied up in her curse. I can't find out where it's coming
from. I'd have to dig too deep."
"So Ranma-honeys stuck as a girl?" Ukyou said in a
disappointed voice.
"What's the matter?" Akane asked. "Are you getting greedy?
Want two husbands now? Or is it you just don't want to share one
husband with another wife?"
Ukyou blushed. "It's not that. I was just hoping for her sake
that there was a chance."
"There is." Yousee said. Which drew the undivided attention
of Ukyou and Akane.
"There is?" They both said at once.
"Sure, basic transformation is well within a magus's ability,
and with all that raw magic to call on, Ranma qualifies. The time
she spent with her chi being replaced by magic should have
sensitized her to it. She'll have to learn how to do it, but eventually
she should be able to change herself into her male form again, as
well as other forms if she chooses to."
"How long!!!?" Yousee toppled over backward, and had to
scramble to keep from falling into the slit in Akane's boxers, as
Akane and Ukyou suddenly got right into her face and shouted.
Giving them a scowl, she scrambled back to her former
position, looking behind herself, and giving a sigh of relief at her
narrow escape. Looking back up at the girls, she answered their
question. "Not long, five or ten years should do it."
"Five or ten years!!?" they howled in protest. "You call that
not long."
"Hey, Akane has an indefinite life span, and being soul bonded
to him, you and Ranma both share that. You can do ten years
standing on your head."
This new revelation took them aback, but not by much. Like
most teenagers they figured they were going to live forever anyway.
Ukyou would have liked to continue, but a glance at the clock
showed her she was pushing it as it was. She got up from the futon,
but then, a thought occurred to her. "Akane about your offer to
help?"
"Yes?" Akane said eagerly.
"It would be a big help if you could wait tables for me. Since
Konatsu set out on his own, I've been having trouble keeping up
with the morning rush."
Akane looked disappointed, but said. "Sure Ukyou, I'd be
happy to help." He started to get out of bed, carefully disentangling
himself from Ranma, who murmured in protest.
"Oh you don't have to get up just yet. I won't have anything
for you do for a half hour or so. Let Ranma sleep." Akane settled
back, the look of disappointment stronger. Ukyou was about to
leave, when she stopped in the doorway. Turning, she looked at
Akane. "Ranma-honey told me a few weeks ago that your cooking
was getting a lot better."
"She did?" Akane said in amazement. He looked down at the
small red head as if expecting her to change into some other person.
"Are you sure it was Ranma?"
Ukyou laughed. "Yes, I'm sure. She said you found one of
your mother's kitchen journals, and that it was helping you a lot."
"Oh yes, and Kasumi found all the rest of Mother's journals a
little while ago." Akane said in a happy tone of voice, but then, his
face fell, "But it's taking me so long to go through the first one, I
don't know when I'll be able to cook a real meal."
"How about when we go over there tonight after school, you
and me go over them. Maybe I can help you go a little faster."
Akane looked at Ukyou with stars in his eyes. "You'd do that
for me?"
"Of course, you _are_ my husband after all. I don't want you
poisoning me next chocolate day."
"Oh you!" Akane threw a pillow at the laughing cook, but she
dodged out of the way and through the doorway.
"Come on down in a little while," floated back in from the
hallway. "Take a hot shower first. Pretty girls get good tips."
"I will." Akane shouted back, feeling a flush of pleasure at
being considered pretty.
Ukyou voice came back, faint, as the sound of water running in
the shower muffled her voice. "Just remember, the cook gets half."
Akane snorted, but gazed in fondness toward the door. Yousee
scowled up at him from her position on Akane's chest. "I may gag."
She muttered. She hopped out of the way as Akane swiped at her.
"Peedaaa," She said, sticking her tongue out at Akane, pulling down
an eyelid to give her an evil eye at the same time. Then, she took
several long hops and headed out the door in the direction of the
bathroom.
Akane watched her go with mixed emotion. He rather liked the
little sprite, but her desire the night before to see Akane dead sort of
put a chill on their relationship.
"So, I'm stuck like this eh?"
Akane looked around in surprise, to see that Ranma had rolled
over and was looking up at him with her big blue eyes."
"Ranma? You're awake."
"Well, duu. What was your first clue." Ranma said with a grin.
Akane did not rise to the bait, instead he said in a rather
tentative tone. "Ah, how long, I mean, have you been awake long?"
"Long enough to find out I'm married to a pervert." Ranma
said, looking at Akane steadily, giving no indication of what was
going on under her placid expression.
"Oh . . . Ranma . . . I'm sorry. I . . . I didn't mean for it to
happen. I didn't even know about you and me. I'm . . . I'm sorry"
Akane looked down at the floor waiting for Ranma to explode, it's
what he would have done after all.
"Hmm, good thing you're a sex demon I guess. If you were a
regular guy Ucchan and I'd wear you down to a nub." Ranma said in
a matter of fact voice.
Akane looked at Ranma's placid face in amazement. "You're
not mad?"
Instead of answering, Ranma let her head settle down on the
pillow and closed her eyes. In a serious voice she said. "I had a
really grotty dream last night."
"I know, you were tossing and turning, but when I touched you
to wake you up, you settled right down."
Ranma's eyes opened and she looked at him. "Ah, that
explains why you came back then."
"Came back? From where?" Akane asked in puzzlement.
"In my dream." Ranma closed her eyes as if visualizing. "It
was at school. The guys dressing room. I was there in the shower
with all the guys, only I wasn't a guy. I was a girl. At first
everything was just normal, well sort of normal. I was chatting with
Hiroshi and Daisuke about how I was going to skin them at poker
that night. Then, someone said, "hey, Saotome's a girl!" Everyone
looked at him like he was crazy, but then, they looked at me."
Ranma shivered, "It was scary, suddenly their eyes changed. I can't
explain it, but guy's eyes look different when you're a girl."
"I think I know what you mean. I noticed something like that
yesterday with the girls."
Ranma looked at him, and nodded. "Right, I keep forgetting. I
just see you as you, no matter what you look like on the outside.
Well anyway, these guys had been looking like they do when I'm a
guy, but then, their eyes changed, and they all got hard ons. Even
Hiroshi and Daisuke, and they usually don't get that hentai when
I'm a girl. Not that they don't look mind you. I am built pretty good
after all, but they don't usually get as bad as the other guys.
Anyway, I started to get a little worried . . . Shit, who am I fooling. I
was ready to piss myself. I was surrounded by guys, and I knew
what they were thinking."
"Takes a pervert to know . . ." Akane started to say, but then
broke off with an embarrassed look on his face. "Sorry, habit."
Ranma grinned at her, "Hard to break ain't they? Anyway,
they grabbed me, and forced me down to the floor. I couldn't fight
back. I just let them push me down. Then, their hands were all over
me. Poking, and pinching and grabbing, and they started to argue
about who got to go first. Suddenly Mikado and Ryouga were there,
trying to get at me. The other guys pushed them away, saying that
they'd already had their turn. When Mikado and Ryouga moved
back, you were there, like you are now, a guy. Hiroshi said. "Hey,
Akane. You want to go first?" Mikado has already kissed her,
Ryouga has fucked her, but she still hasn't taken anyone up the ass,
or in the mouth. You want first shot at her."
Ranma's voice became strained, and Akane could see she was
keeping herself calm with a great deal of effort. Frankly, Akane was
amazed she could even talk to him about it, little lone in such
graphic terms. Despite the matter of fact tone she was using, the
paleness of her face, and the sweat on her forehead, indicated just
how hard talking about her nightmare was. "So everyone is looking
at you, and you sort of look at me sad like, then Ukyou walked up
from no where, and you put your arm around her shoulder. You
turned and walked away. I tried to go afer you, but the guys piled on
top of me. I could feel their dicks poking me everywhere, trying to
find a hole to shove into." Ranma paused, sweat beading on her
forehead, she opened her eyes and looked at Akane. "I screamed. I
screamed Akane, please, I want you to be first. Then, you were
there, just like that and, so was Ukyou. She started to swat ass with
her spatula, and all the other guys disappeared, you were the only
one left. You picked me up and held me tight and everything was
alright.
Ranma gave a sigh and looked at Akane. "That must have been
when you touched me."
"Ranma . . . I'd never leave you like that. I'll always be there
when you need me."
"I know that. It use to bother the hell out of me, the way you
were always getting yourself in danger, rushing in trying to help
me." She looked up at Akane, and flushed in embarrassment. "I
don't figure I feel like that anymore. Maybe it's because you're half
a guy now, but I want you beside me if I ever get in a fight. You and
Ukyou, together I reckon we could beat just about anyone. Or at
least we will when I get through teaching you two."
A mingled look of pleasure and annoyance crossed Akane's
face. Pleasure that Ranma wanted him beside her in a fight, and
annoyance because the baka had to go and qualify her remark. Why
couldn't she just give a compliment without qualifiers for once?
Ranma was still talking about her dream, and what it meant, so
Akane shoved the annoyance away, but he held on to the pleasure.
"Anyway, I don't figure that's what my dream was about. Last
night I was jealous of Ukyou because you were her first guy. I was
mad at Ryouga because he stole that from me. Just like Mikado and
Shampoo stole my first kiss." Ranma rolled over so she could wrap
her arms as far around Akane as she could reach in that position.
"Akane, I don't want to lose any more first times with you. I'm not
giving up on being a boy again. I'm going to become a guy again,
and in a lot less time than what Yousee said, but until that happens, I
want to be with you. I don't want to waste any more of our time
together."
"Ranma, are you sure?"
"Hell no! The idea scares the crap out of me, but not being
with you is even worse."
Akane looked over at Ukyou's alarm. "I have a half hour
before I need to go help. How about if I have a hot shower and we
have a quick 'snack'." He started to get up, but Ranma pressed
against him."
"Wait!" She said. Akane paused, feeling the small girl's body
trembling with some indeterminate emotion.
"All right Ranma, we can wait."
"NO!" Ranma shouted. She looked up at Akane's face, and
Akane was shocked to see tears there. "Akane . . . I want . . . I can't
go hiding anymore, I want to do it with you no matter what body
you're in . . . but . . . " Ranma face twisted in fear, and suddenly
Akane understood. He rolled over and threw a massive leg over
Ranma's legs, pinning them in place. He caught both her wrists in
one of his large, broad hands, and pressed them up over her head.
Ranma looked up at him, her eyes wide and staring. Akane could
feel her body trembling like a leaf.
"Akane . . ."
"Shhh. I understand love," he said. Silencing her with a kiss,
and Akane did understand. Ranma was going through the exact
same thing Akane had gone through. For a long time the thought of
a man touching him when he had been a girl had made him shudder
in nausea. Then, Ranma had come, and Akane had fallen in love.
Akane had desperately wanted Ranma-chan, and would have done
anything to get her if she had really been a girl. She had not been a
girl, not for real, and Akane could not in any way imagine giving
herself freely to a boy. It would have been like surrendering. He had
always been very bad at surrendering. Ranma was the same way.
Akane could see the fear in her eyes, but he could also see the desire
and need.
"It's alright love," Akane repeated as he leaned down and
kissed Ranma again. The little girl stiffened, but when Akane
released her hands, they didn't push him away, they wrapped around
his neck and pulled him down on her. Akane felt Ranma's large
breasts flattening against his chest, and felt himself begin to stiffen.
He could feel the head of his cock pressing into Ranma's thigh, and
again a shudder ran through Ranma. She broke the kiss, and said.
"Oh god Akane, please. . . " She was cut off as Akane once again
captured her mouth. Akane moved her legs, maneuvering himself
over Ranma. Ranma spread her legs, folded them around Akane's
thighs. They were both lost in the sensation, neither of them wanted
to take it slow. Akane fierce in the knowledge that Ranma wanted
him. Ranma desperate to do it before she lost her nerve. Akane's
hips thrust down, and his cock slipped up between their bellies. He
drew back and thrust again, and this time his cock parted Ranma's
ass cheeks, after sliding down between her damp sex lips. The
sensation of Akane's shaft rushing past her clitoris drew a moan
from Ranma.
Akane drew back again, started to shift his weight, and then
held his pose in surprise. He had planning on reaching down to
guide himself into Ranma, but before he could do it, Ranma moved
one of her arms from around his neck. Akane felt her hand slide
down between their bodies, then, he gasped in pleasure as she felt
Ranma's small hand brush against her erection, tentatively at first,
but then, she grasped him firmly. Akane let himself be guided by
Ranma as she steered him to her sex. Akane felt wetness
surrounding the head of his cock, and with a groan from both of
them he thrust himself home. It did not last long, they were both
frantic for release, and a few seconds later both of their bodies were
shuddering as they reached their pleasure together. Akane remained
arched for a little bit over Ranma's straining body, then, he let
himself settle down on top of her. Akane held most of his weight on
his arms and legs only letting enough rest on Ranma to press their
bodies together, savoring the feel of her sweat soaked body against
his.
Ranma looked up at him with a glazed look in her eyes. "Oh
man," she murmured in a dazed voice. "It's not so bad . . . being a
girl." Akane bent down and kissed her lightly. Then, drew back.
"Thank you Ranma, that was wonderful."
Ranma's eyes focused, and for a second fear filled them, but
then, the fear fled, and a softness entered in its place. "Yea, it was
sort of nice wasn't it." She stroked one of her legs up and down the
back of Akane's calf. "Think you're up for another time?" She
asked half playfully, half in dread. Akane felt himself twitch down
where his softened member was still held inside Ranma, but
regretfully he shook his head.
"We need to get showered if we're going to give Ukyou a
hand." He leaned down and kissed Ranma again, and this time they
lingered for a minute. Akane rolled off of Ranma and sat up.
"Maybe next time you can get on top." He said to Ranma. Ranma
stiffened, and her eyes which had been full of remembered passion
clouded over. Akane saw this, and hastily said with a playful leer in
his voice "yea, I'll tie you up and use you like a toy."
Akane sighed with relief when Ranma's eyes cleared and she
swatted at him playfully. Ranma had taken a big step this morning,
but she wasn't ready for the thought of having sex with Akane's
male side with out Akane being the aggressor. Akane was looking
forward to the day when Ranma could enjoy sex with him without
their being an element of coercion on Akane's part, but until then,
they could go on as they were.
"Animals!" Yousee snorted out, as the noise upstairs came to a
halt.
Ukyou who's face was rather red, scowled at her. "They're in
love, give them a break."
"Love! Right. You mean they're in lust. I figured you humans
would at least take a break after the way you went at it last night.
Should have known the demon wouldn't be able to keep its paws off
of a girl. You're lucky you got out of there when you did, or it might
have been you, it was nailing to the floor just now."
Ukyou blushed even deeper. In truth she had been fantasying
about that very thing. However, the soreness between her legs told
her she'd be leaving Akane-kun to Ranma for a little while. At least
in the boy/girl category. She supposed she could get it on with
Akane and Ranma girl/girl, but she was not really comfortable with
that. To take her mind off of the images in her mind, she scolded
Yousee. "Akane! His . . . her name is Akane. Not it."
Yousee snorted. "See, you don't even know what sex it is."
"A_KA_NE!" Ukyou enunciated clearly, placing her face
inches from Yousee and scowling fiercely at her.
"Alright, alright, Akane. Geez, It's not like A_ka_ne, is a
person or nothing."
"Akane is a person, and if you expect to stick around, you'd
better damn well remember that!"
"You can't get rid of me!"
"Can't I? You just keep up the mouth and watch me!"
Yousee looked at Ukyou nervously. There was no give at all in
the cook's face. She sighed, "alright, you win."
"What'd you win Ucchan?"
Ukyou turned in pleasure and looked at the two girls standing
at the bottom of the stairs. Both of them dressed in waitress
uniforms. Ranma had waitressed for her before, and Ukyou had
several uniforms in her size. Akane was wearing one of those, and
while it was a little tight in some places, and loose in others it looked
fine. " Ranchan, Akane honey. Great timing. You can go and open
up the front door. Ranchan, you've done this before. You take the
first few orders and show Akane how to do it."
Ranma smirked at Akane as she unlocked the front door.
"Watch and learn tomboy, I'll show you how to milk these guys for
all they're worth."
"I don't know." Akane said in a low sultry voice. "I think
you've already showed me how to milk a guy pretty good."
The first customer of the morning was greeted by a cute,
redheaded waitress. who's face very nearly matched the color of her
hair, and a cook behind the counter who was almost a match for her.
Things moved at a frantic pace from that point on, and
conversation was at a minimum until Ranma locked the door two
hours later, after shooing the last of the customers out.
"Whew. I don't know how you do it Ucchan. Is it like that
every morning?"
"Pretty much, but a lot of people usually don't come in when
they see how busy I am. With you and Akane helping I served a lot
more then normal." Ukyou started counting the receipts while
Ranma looked around in confusion.
"Hey, where's Akane?"
Ukyou looked up, a frown on her face, she had one unpaid
receipt in her hand. "I don't know, I saw her heading for the back a
little while ago." She looked down at the receipt as Ranma headed
toward the rear. "That's funny, Coach Mitaka didn't pay his bill.
He's not a dine and dasher, I wonder what happened. Oh well,
probable just thinking about his iinazuke, the one with all the dogs.
I'm sure he'll pay me tomorrow."
Ukyou looked up in surprise as Ranma came charging back into
the room, a grim look on her face. She looked around for a second,
then spotted a pitcher of drinking water on a table. She snatched it
up and rushed toward the back. Ukyou was already in motion. The
expression on Ranma's face had been serious. She was right behind
the red head as she stormed out the back door to the Ucchan's.
Ukyou had come expecting the worse, but she was not prepared
for the sight that greeted her. Coach Mitaka had Akane pressed up
against the outside wall, her panties shoved down around her knees
and his hands busy stroking her sex. Any thought that Ukyou might
have had about Mitaka forcing himself on Akane was dispelled by
the fact that Akane was kissing him with some eagerness, and her
hand was shoved down the front of his pants. The fact that Mitaka
was still among the living was also a pretty good clue. Ukyou took
all this in, in a second. Which was just enough time for Ranma to
drench the amorous couple with cold water.
Coach Mitaka felt the pretty girl he was fondling move, and
suddenly he was no longer fingering the sweet wet cleft of a young
girl. Instead his hand was full of a large pulsing shaft. At the same
time the small strong hand that had been eagerly stroking up and
down his own manhood was suddenly much larger, and rougher. He
pulled back in surprise, and found himself looking at a massive
chest, dressed in the remainders of a waitress uniform. He stared at
that spectacle for a stunned second, then his gaze dropped to his
hand, and what it held.
"Agghhhhh" He cried out, falling back, for a second he was
trapped as the hand down the front of his pants was now too large to
come back out the way it had gone it, but then, a button broke, and
he was free. He back pedaled a few steps and stared in complete
shock at what had been a pretty waitress a few seconds before. Now,
standing there in the remains of her waitress uniform was a
massively built boy, four inches taller and fifty pounds heavier than
he was. The boy gave him a weak smile, then a look of fear crossed
his face.
As he stared, shocked at this hallucination. He felt a tap on his
back. Turning, he found the small red haired waitress from the
restaurant smiling up at him. "Pardon me, but I believe you over
tipped your waitress, let me give you some change." WHAM,
Ranma's uppercut caught the Coach on the chin, and he went sailing
out of the yard in a high arc. Behind Ranma, there was a loud
SPLANG, and when she turned around Akane was laying on the
ground, his eyes twirling, and Ukyou standing over him with her
battle spatula in her hands.
"Thanks Ucchan." Ranma said. "I couldn't have done that, but
I really, really wanted to. Shall we get the pervert inside and find
out what his excuse is?"
"Excuse? Excuse? What the hell sort of excuse could he
possible have for doing . . . doing . . ."
Yousee, who had followed them out of the restaurant, and was
standing on the back step, smirked, and said. "He's a demon, what
do you expect - urk" Yousee stopped talking when Ukyou rounded
on the little sprite, her Battle Spatula held high.
"Don't . . . Not one word, I have had it up to here with you!"
She shouted. Ukyou sheathed her Spatula and turned to Ranma.
"Come on Ranma, lets get him inside." She picked up one of
Akane's legs, and Ranma took the other, togther they dragged him
into Ucchan's, leaving a rather pale Yousee standing on the back
step.
Akane woke laying on the floor, looking up at three accusing
faces. Well two actually. Ranma and Ukyou both looked as mad as
he had ever seen them. Yousee, who was sitting on Ukyou's
shoulder almost looked sympathetic. For a moment he was
disoriented, not knowing what was going on, but then, memory
flooded back. He groaned in embarrassment, and adverted his eyes
from the accusing glares above him.
"Well Akane! Ranchan and I are waiting." Ukyou said,
tapping her foot on the floor. The way she kept brushing her fingers
across the throwing spatulas in her bandoleer made Akane want to
cross his legs for some reason.
"I . . . I," Akane tried to think of some excuse, anything, but he
couldn't. He just lay there and stared at them, his mind numb.
"Come on Akane, something must have happened" Ranma
urged. "Did someone slip you some drugs? Did the pervert do
something weird to you? There must have been a reason."
Once again Akane only response was "I . . . I." He suddenly
had a very great empathy for the times Ranma had been in this
position.
Ranma clenched her fists so hard the knuckles whitened.
"Damn it Akane, if I were you, and you were me. You would have
pounded me flat. This ain't fair. I can't hit you, and I won't let
Ukyou, but I . . . I, oh damn it." without looking, Ranma reached
over the counter and picked a kettle off the griddle. Right where
Ukyou had been keeping it for the last year or so.
A dose of hot water and Akane was female again, sitting in the
shredded remains of her waitress outfit. Ranma reached down a
hand to her, and she took it. She looked away, not being able to face
them. Ranma pulled her to her feet with a jerk, but she was not
finished. Ranma continued her tug, turning as she did so, Akane
suddenly found herself sprawling belly first across one of the
Restaurant tables. Ranma gripped her wrists and held her in place.
"I'm sorry Akane," Ranma said in a voice laced with barely
suppressed anger, "but we can't let this slid, and we ain't going to
walk out on you. Please, if you got a reason, tell us." Akane looked
up into Ranma's face, and saw the look of entreaty there, and also
the hurt. The hurt Akane had caused. She had no doubts that
Ukyou had the same hurt look in her eyes.
She closed her own. "Do it. I deserve it." She felt Ukyou's
hands on her bottom, removing the tattered remains of her dress.
Then, Ukyou's hands went away, and the familiar sound of her
Battle Spatula being drawn filled the air. Akane clenched the cheeks
of her ass, and the thought, this is really, really going to hurt,
crossed her mind. Good, she said to herself, as she braced for the
coming blow. You have it coming.
It was not the hard flat surface of Ukyou's Spatula that
impacted on her ass however. It was something much lighter and
smaller, and it was not until Ukyou cried out, "Yousee, what are you
doing? Get the hell out of the way." That Akane realized what it
was.
"I'm stopping you from making a big mistake. I got nothing
against the demon getting her fundament warmed, but it's not her
fault. I got a pretty good idea you'd feel like shit if you did this, then
found out the truth. So I'm stepping in. Don't go thinking I'm
getting soft on the monster or anything like that."
"What is the truth?" Ukyou asked, a strand of hope in her
voice.
"Yea, spit it out." Ranma said, releasing Akane's wrists.
Akane's heart soared as she heard the hope, the belief in Ranma's
voice. Both of them wanted to be wrong. Both of them wanted there
to be a reason. Akane wished there was. She did not make any
move to get up, instead she said. "Yousee, get out of the way. I
deserve this. I'm a pervert, and I cheated on them. I would have
gone all the way if Ranma hadn't interrupted us. I deserve a lot
more than having my ass blistered. I just hope they can forgive me.
Even if I don't know how they could. I wouldn't in their shoes."
"Well of course not, you're a demon! You, keep quiet!" Akane
could not see, but from what she could hear, the last was directed at
Ukyou. "I'm not bad mouthing her. Facts are facts. She's a
Shikima demon, she can no more help herself than you could give up
cooking or you could give up martial arts." She said to Ukyou and
Ranma in turn.
"And what are we suppose to do, just smile as she beds every
girl, and guy in the neighborhood."
"Well of course not, Akane-kun won't do that, he has you.
We're not talking about him though, we're talking about her."
"Nani?" came from three different places. Yousee just
managed to vacate her perch on Akane's ass, as the girl turned to
look at her. She hopped onto the table and looked at their puzzled
faces.
"Haven't you got it yet?" Yousee looked at all three teenagers.
All she saw was blank faces. "Mortals!" she snorted is disgust.
"Look, a Shikima is a creature of sex, that is what defines it,
that is what it lives for. It can go two thousand years without, if
none is available, but it can't go an hour if there is some to be had.
Akane's male side can get all it needs from you two, more than he
needs considering Ranma is a walking sex energy battery, but her
female side can't."
"What are you talking about? You're talking like Akane is two
different people." Ranma said.
"Bingo! She is. Look the Jusenkyo curses have a personality
shield that lets you remain you, no matter what body you turn into.
You should know that better than anyone Ranma. The Instant
Jusenkyo does not have that shield. Akane may share memories and
basic personality with both forms, but when he's a man, he _is_ a
man, and when she is a girl, she _is_ a girl, and her girl side ain't
getting none."
Ukyou protested. "We had sex with Akane's female side last
night, and I think Ranchan and her have done it before as well."
Both of the others nodded when she looked at them. "So how can
you say she isn't getting anything from us."
Yousee sighed in exasperation. "Don't you listen? How do you
plan on becoming a demon hunter if you don't listen when I tell you
something."
"Hey, you never mentioned anything about this."
"I certainly did. Last night when I told you Akane could only
draw energy from Ranma as a male. Did you think that only applied
to Ranma?"
"What's that got to do with anything? You said Akane got all
the energy he needed from me, why should her female side have to
get more."
"It's not about energy, it's about what she's not getting from
you and Ukyou. Shikima can take lovers from the same sex, but they
have to have sex with the opposite sex if it's available. She can't get
rid of that need by having sex with other females, she has an itch,
and the only way to scratch it is with a man. I'm surprised she held
out this long."
"Hold it, hold it, are you saying Akane has to have sex with a
man?"
"As long as she's female, yes. Like I said, in her male form, he
gets all he need from you two."
Akane spoke up, "What if I stay male?"
"Akane no, you can't do that!" Ranma exclaimed. She turned
to Yousee. "There's got to be some way to do this."
Yousee shrugged, "Several."
"What are they?" All three of the teenagers shouted, almost
blowing her off the table.
"Geez," Ranma said. "You might have said something earlier
before getting us all worked up. Come on tell us, we don't got much
time left before school."
The other two girls looked at Ranma in amazement. She
looked offended. "What? You think I don't want to go or
something?"
Akane frowned, and looked like she was going to say
something, but Ukyou broke in and said. "Forget that." She turned
to Yousee. "What can Akane do to keep control."
"Well first you can use wards. You can go several routes with
them. Put her in a warded room or building, and make sure nothing
male gets in with her. She won't be able to leave it however."
"That's no good. I can't just sit in a room for the rest of my
life."
"Alright, that lets out that one. Here's another, but I don't
think you'll like it any better. We lock you down with wards
powerful enough to stick you in stasis, but like the warded room,
you'd be cut off from the world. Even worse, you'd be cut off from
everything. You couldn't even have visitors." Everyone dismissed
that option at the same time, and with no discussion.
"The final ward solution is for her to warded with weak enough
seals that she can still function, but won't be overwhelmed by the
need to have sex with any man who is available."
"That sound's pretty good." Ranma said.
"Yea." Akane and Ukyou nodded in agreement, "That sounds
like the way to go." Akane said.
"There is a problem however. They only slow down the
accumulation of need, eventually you'd have to spend time with
some men."
"Then I guess I'll just have to get my body back before that
happens!" Ranma said, smacking her fist into the palm of her hand.
Yousee looked at her skeptically. "Even if you did manage
that, there is still the other side effects to worry about." No one said
anything, but their enthusiasm waned at Yousee's tone. "It would be
like drugging her with tranquilizers. She'd walk around in a fog all
the time."
Akane shuddered, for some reason the image Yousee painted
filled her with dread. "No! I don't think so. What are the other
options?"
"You stay a male, as long as you are male you have no
problem."
"I told you no!" Ranma shouted. "She ain't going to do that!"
"It's my life Ranma!" Akane shouted back at her. Ranma
reeled back, a look of hurt on her face. Akane felt sorry right away
for her outburst, but did not back down. "I'm sorry Ranma, but I'm
going to be spending all day at school as a guy. I don't think I can
safely go out in public as anything but a guy." She fingered the
tattered remains of her outfit. "I think you can see why. So staying
a guy full time won't make much difference."
Ranma turned to Yousee, "What are the other options?" She
asked, a haunted look on her face.
"There is only one other solution, and you already mentioned
it."
"What? When?"
"When you said you'd get your male body back. You need a
man for her. All you have to do is get a boy to join this perverted
little group of yours. It shouldn't be hard. From what I know of
human males, they'll jump at the chance to bed three girls."
Akane and Ranma both shouted . "No way!" but Ukyou was
thoughtful.
"How did Akane end up trapped in her curse anyway? Do you
know?" She asked.
Yousee looked nervous for a second, but recovered quickly. "It
was Ranma's magic, it sealed the Instant Nanniichuan curse.
Making it permanent. It filled in the broken program strands that
usually cause it to break down. It couldn't fix what wasn't their
however, that why she has no personality shield."
"If Ranma had sex with another girl who had used it, would she
end up with a permanent curse as well."
Yousee looked thoughtful. "It is likely-"
"No!" Ranma swatted the table top with her bare hand. Almost
causing Yousee to loose her balance as it rocked from the force of the
blow. "NO fucking way! You're not getting yourself cursed as well
Ucchan."
"I don't see any other option Ranchan. I owe Akane, and she is
my wife after all." Ukyou finished with a weak grin
Akane spoke up, adding her disagreement to Ranma's. "I can't
ask you to do that Ukyou. Not when the easiest thing is for me to stay
male."
"It won't work!" Ranma said. "As soon as you try and stay in
one form, the curse will be throwing hot water at you from all over
the place. Take it from me. I know."
"Ranma has a point, but I can fix that." Yousee said. "I can
lock Akane in her male half fairly easily. It would use up most of
the magic we got last night, but the way you three behave we'll have
it back quick."
Ranma looked at Akane's face, and her heart sank. She had
seen that look before, and knew that Akane had made up her mind.
She watched Akane get up and head for a pitcher of water. She
moved to get in her way, but Ukyou got there first.
"Akane honey, you don't want to do this."
"I have to Ukyou, I'm not going to take the chance of betraying
you again."
"Think Akane, It's better if I use the Instant Nanniichuan.
Then I can help you with your problem and you won't lose your girl
half."
"But you'll be stuck with a curse, and you'd hate it. Ukyou I
was there last night remember, you didn't really like making love to
me as a girl all that much."
Ukyou looked downcast. "I won't argue with you, but from
what Yousee says, the Instant Nanniichuan will cure that."
"But that's the problem. It will change you! You won't be all
you, there will be a different Ukyou. I can't let you do that."
"And I can't let you do it either Akane." Ukyou said, un-
slinging her Spatula. At least I'll be able to turn back into a girl
when ever I don't need to be a guy. If you go through with this
you're stuck."
"But someday Ranma will get his boy side back, then Yousee
can fix it so I can change."
"And how long will that be Sugar? Five years, ten? How much
of Akane Tendo, girl, will be left. There is no way I'm going to let
you do this you jackass, not when you don't have to."
Ranma watched the two girls argue over who was going to give
up a piece of themselves, a sick feeling in her belly. It was all her
fault. If she hadn't been so stupid, none of this would have
happened. She cudgeled her brain trying to come up with a solution.
The wards were out, they either took Akane out of the world
altogether, or turned her into a zombie. That was no good. They
needed a boy for the other solution to work, but cursing Ukyou was
as bad as locking Akane in her male form. Suddenly a face floated
up in front of Ranma. She shuddered, no, that was no solution.
There had to be something else. She looked at the other two girls,
thinking as hard as she could. There had to be a solution, there was
always a solution. She just had to find it.
Even as she wracked her brains, Akane shoved Ukyou out of
the way and grabbed a pitcher of water and dumped it over herself.
The suddenly male Akane turned to Yousee and said. "Do it!"
"If you do, you're Okonomiyaki Yousee!" Ukyou said in a
menacing voice.
"Do it Yousee, I won't let her touch you." Akane said, in a tone
just as menacing. The little sprite quailed under their combined
glares, and then, heaved a sigh of relief when they turned the focus
of their anger from her, on to each other. Ukyou's knuckles turned
white as she gripped the haft of her Battle Spatula, and Akane's
curled her fists up into massive blocks of bone and sinew.
Ranma looked on in horror as the two people she loved more
than anyone else next to her mother prepared to come to blows. It
was all her fault, her ego, her stupidity.
"RYOUGA!!"
Akane and Ukyou started at Ranma's yell. They turned toward
the little red head who was looking at them with a shocked look in
her eyes.
"What about Ryouga, Ranchan?" Ukyou asked, a puzzled look
on her face. She looked toward the closed door, as if expecting to
see the lost boy there. Akane on the other hand had no such
problem, he new exactly what Ranma meant.
"Are you out of your mind Ranma!?" He yelled, storming
across the room to loom over her.
Ranma had regretted her outburst the instant she had made it.
She would have told the girls to forget it, saying it was a stupid
thought. But then, Akane had yelled, and well worn reflexes took
over. She stared back at the furious Akane in defiance. "It's the best
solution. A hell of a lot better than either of the ones you two were
suggesting."
"How can you say that!? He raped you. How can you even
suggest I have anything to do with him?"
Ranma dropped her head and said. " You kawaiikune, now
you've done it."
Akane looked at Ranma in puzzlement, then, he heard the
sound of teeth grinding together, and big sweated. He turned, and
took a step back from Ukyou who was glowing blue. She had her
Battle Spatula in her hands, and her fingers were entirely white from
the pressure she was exerting on the haft. "Ryouga _ Raped_
Ranma!" she gritted out. "He's dead! Do you hear me!? He _is_
dead!"
Akane snarled, "you'll have to wait in line, I get first shot."
SPLASH! A torrent of warm water suddenly drenched, Akane.
Akane-chan turned and glared at Ranma. "What did you do that
for!?" She demanded.
"Actually, she didn't, I did," Yousee said.
Akane turned her attention to Yousee. "So, why did you do it?"
"Who cares!?" Ukyou snarled. "I'm going after Ryouga. Are
you coming?"
"And where are you going to find him?" Yousee asked casually.
Ukyou looked at her blankly for a second, then started to say
something, stopped, started to say something again, and gave up.
She sagged. "Fine. I'll wait for him to come to me. He always
shows up here sooner or later." She gave Akane a calculating look.
"I'll tell you what. You stake out your place, and I'll stay here.
Wherever he shows up first, we call each other."
The expression on Akane's face had changed from the one of
total denial she had worn earlier. "Maybe we're being too hasty
Ukyou. After all, poor Ryouga is as much a victim as Ranma."
"Poor Ryouga!?" Ukyou yelled. "A minute ago you were ready
to pound him into the dirt, now it's poor Ryouga! What the hell is
the matter with you?"
"I see!" Ranma said in a 'so-that's-why' tone of voice. She
looked at Yousee. "You changed Akane because her girl side and
her boy side are different."
Yousee made a clapping motion with her hands, she smirked at
Ukyou. "At last, someone who listens." Then, she looked at Ranma.
"But you're wrong. I didn't change Akane so she would think
different. I don't give a dang about what she thinks. I changed her
so Ukyou could see what the results might be if she goes through
with this idiotic idea of hers."
Ukyou looked at Akane, who was starting to steam. Akane
finally burst out. "What's the big idea of using me to make a point.
I'm the same person no matter what body I'm in."
"Really?" Yousee asked, she made a little gesture, and cold
water splashed Akane. "What do you think of bringing Ryouga into
your little group."
Akane looked at Ranma, and imagined Ryouga and her
together, and then, he looked at Ukyou and imagined Ryouga and
her, he started to get angry. The jealousy he had always felt when
Ranma had been with one of the others girls was a pale shadow of
this emotion.
"That creep, if he comes anywhere near Ranma or Ukyou, I'll
flatten him."
"What about you? After all we're not talking about Ryouga
having anything to do with them, only you." Akane looked at
Yousee, a frown on his face. He tried to picture himself and Ryouga,
and couldn't. Suddenly hot water cascaded over her. "Just as
suddenly she could very clearly see Ryouga and her together. He
was so strong, he could hold her down and take her no matter how
hard she fought, she felt herself growing aroused. She shook her
head driving the image away. "Oh gods, what's happened to me?"
She said to Yousee in a weak voice. Ukyou and Ranma looked at her
in concern.
"It's simple really. You are still you in either form, but your
body chemistry is different in each body. Unlike when Ranma had
her curse, you don't have any protection from that. Your Shikima
ancestry makes things even more complicated. Shikima are driven
completely by their sexual nature. When you are a male, you're an
alpha male. You don't want to share females you regard as yours,
especially not with another Alpha. When you are a female, you are
attracted to what you see as an Alpha male. In this case you see
Ryouga as that Alpha male."
Suddenly Ranma broke into laughter. "What's so funny!?" The
stressed out Akane yelled at her.
"Ha, ha, ha," Ranma laughed. "It's just like when Shampoo
arrived, only it's you who changes. When you're a boy you want to
kill Ryouga. When you're a girl, you just want him." Ranma
laughed again.
"It's not funny Ranma!" Akane yelled, but her lips twitched a
bit. It was sort of bizarre.
Ukyou looked back and forth between them. "I don't
understand this at all. Ryouga raped you for gods sake Ranchan.
How can you take it so calmly."
"Ah, the pig just got lucky. I'll take him next time. You wait
and see."
Ukyou stared at her. "Next time? Ranma honey, if you think
I'm going to let Ryouga get near you again, your crazy."
Akane laid a hand on Ukyou's arm. "Ukyou, do you remember
what you felt like after Miss Hinako blasted you?"
Ukyou blushed crimson as she remembered the overwhelming
need that had filled her body on that occasion. Akane noted that
reaction and said, "That's what Ranma thinks happened to Ryouga.
He didn't have any more control than you did after you were charged
by that magic."
"You say that now, but if I splash you with cold water, you'll
want to kill Ryouga as much as I do."
Akane gave a week laugh, "Maybe, but it not really because of
what he did. It's because of what I'm afraid he will do. I'm jealous
of him. I don't want him near you two." Akane gave a shaky laugh.
"At least that's the way I felt when I was a guy. Right now I'd more
than likely jump his bones if he came in the door. Just like with
Coach Mitaka." She grabbed a glass of water left behind by the last
customer to sit at that table and doused herself.
He gave a sigh of relief. "That's better." He looked at the two
girls, noting their tense posture. "I have to do it. You have to see
that. Yousee, I want you to seal me like this."
"No," Yousee said. Everyone looked at the tiny girl in surprise.
"What do you mean?" Akane asked.
"Simple, I'm not going to freeze you like that. I'm Ukyou's
helper, not yours. She doesn't want you trapped as a male, so you
don't get trapped."
Ranma and Ukyou heaved a sigh of relief. Akane glared at
Yousee, "Fine, but I'm not turning into a girl again, not until we
come up with a solution. I can remember what I felt like with Coach
Mitaka, that wasn't me. I should have belted him over the fence the
first time he got fresh. I don't like the way I lost control. At least in
this body I feel like I have some control."
"Don't worry Akane, I'll fix you up as soon as I get some
Instant powder."
Akane frowned at Ukyou, but before she could say anything,
Ranma spoke up. "Are you planning on raping me too Ukyou?"
Ukyou looked at her in shock. "What?"
"You seem to be forgetting, for the curse to become permanent,
you have to have sex with me when you're a guy. I'm damned if I'm
going to let you stick yourself with a curse, so the only way that's
going to happen is if you rape me. Are you going to rape me Ukyou?
At least Ryouga could claim he was crazy from the potion. How
about you?"
Ukyou looked at Ranma in shock. "Ranchan . . . I could never
hurt you."
"Well that's it then. Looks like you're all stalemated." Yousee
said. "Akane can't stay a male because Ukyou won't let her do that,
and Ranma agrees. Ukyou can't acquire a curse because Ranma
won't willingly have sex with her and make it permanent, and
Akane agrees with that, and finally, Akane's male side won't
consider bringing Ryouga into this group and Ukyou feels the same
way." Yousee lifted an eyebrow at Ukyou, who nodded in agreement.
"Damn straight. I don't care what Ranma says. There is no
way in hell I'd let Ryouga touch either one of you."
"So," Yousee said. "Every viable option has one vote for, two
against."
"Actually," Akane said. "The last one is one and half for, and
one and half against. I'm against it, but even though I hate the idea,
I have to give my female side half a vote, and I know that I want him
when I'm female."
Ranma looked like she wanted to make it two and half votes
against, but her stubborn streak kept her quiet. After all, it wasn't
like it was ever going to happen, and if it did look that way, a dose of
cold water would cool the situation down, in more ways than one.
Yousee continued, as she looked up at Akane. "Looks like
you're just going to have to try and stay male whenever there are
other boys and men around. Speaking of which, isn't it time you
headed out to school?" The three teenagers continued to glower at
one another. Yousee gave a sigh of exasperation, and muttered to
herself. "Well, like they say, when in Rome, do like the Romans."
Pulling the throwing spatula from behind her back, she bounded
high into the air, and brought it down on a particulary sensitive
portion of Akane's anatomy. The tall boy folded over suddenly, his
eyes bulging, the other two teens reacted with outrage.
"Hey, what the fuck did you do that for?" "Yousee!! How
could you?"
Yousee dodged out of the way as the two girls comforted
Akane.
"Geez, Akane, are you all right?" Ranma asked, her legs
crossed in sympathetic reaction.
"I'm so sorry Akane. I'll have a long 'talk' with Yousee, she
won't do that again. I promise you."
"I'm . . . I'm alright." Akane gasped out. He stood,
suppressing a wince as he did so. The two girls supported him on
either side. He turned and glared at Yousee, who looked back
unrepentant.
"That's better." Yousee said. "Now that you three are over that
self sacrifice stuff, stop and think. Each of you was willing to make
a major sacrifice because of how much you love the others. And yet
you were ready to start a fight over the others disagreeing with you.
If you are willing to give up so much for the others, I would think
you could give up a little ego at the same time."
The three looked a bit shamefaced. "I'm sorry Akane, Ukyou, I
shouldn't have gotten so mad." Ranma said. Akane and Ukyou
looked at her and then at each other. They both nodded and said
they were sorry as well.
Akane turned to face Yousee, his expression turned from one of
contrition to one of anger.
"Did you have to hit me 'there' to make the point?" He demanded.
"Maybe not, but somewhere else wouldn't have been as much
fun."
For a second, Akane looked at her blankly, then with a roar he
lunged at the little sprite, who nimbly ducked out of the way, and
disappeared into the space between the grill and the counter. Akane
grabbed the grill, and would have ripped it from its place if Ukyou
had not held him back.
"Take it easy sugar. We were behaving like fools after all, and
you seem to be a lot better now."
"Hey, when was the last time you cleaned down here? It's
filthy!" Floated up from behind the stove. Ukyou flushed red with
anger. Releasing the locks holding the grill in place, she rolled it
out from where it was positioned. She glared down at the rather
nervous looking Yousee, who smiled rather weakly, and said. "Ah,
he, he, just joking."
"You have a lot to learn you little brat, and now is as good a
time as any!" Ukyou said between gritted teeth. She reached down
and plucked Yousee from where she was cowering in the corner.
Pressing Yousee down on the counter top, she pulled down the little
sprites tights, exposing her small bottom. She blushed as she spotted
a small mole on Yousee's left cheek. The spirit really had copied
her completely.
Over Yousee's vociferous objections, Ukyou asked Akane.
"You want to do the honor's sugar?" Akane was tempted, but
Yousee was so damn small, and when the little sprite twisted her
head around to look at him with fear filled eyes, he just couldn't do
it.
"That's alright Ukyou, I'm sure she won't do it again, let her
go."
"No way, she's been a pain in the butt this morning. Now she
gets to feel what it's like." With that Ukyou picked up the throwing
spatula Yousee had been wearing, and brought it down with a splat
on the little sprites bare backside. SMACK!
"Ah, no, stop, please I'll be good!" SMACK!
"Maybe you should let her off Ukyou" Akane said, he was
finding the situation very stimulating, and was feeling guilty because
of it.
"No, not until she learns her lesson!" SMACK!
"I've learned it, I've learned it. No more with the hitting!"
SMACK! Yousee started to cry, big wet tears running down her
cheeks. She tried to cover her sore behind with her hands, but could
not get them around the hand Ukyou was using to hold her in place.
SMACK. She went limp, laying there, sobs wracking her body, and
Ukyou finally relented, she released her hold on the little sprit and
stepped back. Akane, who was feeling even more guilty at the sight
of Yousee's tears picked the little creature up and cradled her in his
hands. Yousee curled up in the palm of his hands and cried heartfelt
tears as Akane cuddled her against his chest.
Yousee grabbed a fragment of Akane's waitress outfit that was
still hanging off his shoulders and wiped her face clean with it. She
looked up at Akane's face above her, and then, broke up in tears
again. "I'm so sorry." she sobbed out. "I was just feeling so bad
about getting Ukyou in this mess, and I took it out on you Akane.
Please forgive me."
"Of course I will. I understand completely. And, Ranma, if
you open your mouth and say what you're about to say, I'll tan your
bottom to match Yousee's"
Ranma, who had been just about to remark on some of Akane's
past behavior, shut her mouth with a click.
"Hmph", came a muffled exclamation from Yousee. "I might
have known, cross soul contamination."
"Nani?" was the general consensus. Yousee looked up at the
others from red rimmed eyes. "Look, I'm not saying I didn't deserve
it, but why did you do it that way, and not some other way?" She
asked Ukyou.
Ukyou looked thoughtful. "I don't know, it just seemed to be
the way to do it."
Yousee then looked at Akane, "and how about you? How do
you feel about spankings?" Akane blushed red, and looked away.
Ranma gave a laugh.
"He must like them a whole lot, considering what happens the
times he turned me over his lap."
"Nani?" Ukyou said.
"Yep, better be careful Ukyou, or he'll find some excuse to tan
your backside sometime."
"That's not true." Akane protested. "You asked for it. And it's
not like I could hit you like I normally do. I'm too strong in this
body. I might hurt you."
"Yea, like I believe that, and I suppose you don't get a hard on
every time you spank me either. Geez, all you guys are perverts."
"Hold it, hold it!" Ukyou yelled. When they turned to face her
she asked Ranma. "You mean to tell me Akane has spanked you?"
"Aww, it wasn't so bad, sort of fun actually."
"That's what I meant." Yousee broke in. When all three of
them looked at her, she elaborate. "Akane thinks spankings are
sexy. Am I right?" she asked Akane.
"Well, I do have to admit that I enjoy it, but I'd never do it if
that Baka didn't do something to deserve it."
"And you just love it when you find some excuse don't you?"
Accused Ranma.
For a second Akane looked like she'd deny it, but then, he
leered at her. "Yea, I do, so you'd better be careful, because I mean
to do it again."
Ranma looked at him from under half lidded eyes. Her lips
parted slightly and she blushed just a little. "I'd like to see you try."
She said in a sultry voice.
"Hey, time out here!" Yousee yelled, breaking Ranma and
Akane out of their mutual heat. "As I was saying, Akane finds
spankings a turn on. I'm betting when he's a she, she'd like to be
spanked, but when male, it's the other way around."
"Really?" Ranma said with interest. She looked at Akane with
a new light in her eyes, but before she could say anything Yousee
broke in, exasperation in her tone.
"If you don't mind. I'm trying to explain something here.
Keep your hormones in check would you. This is important." Once
she was satisfied that all of them were paying attention, she
continued. "As I've been trying to say, Akane regards spankings as
a form of sex play, and because of the nature of your link, so do you
two now." It looked like the others were going to object, but Yousee
rushed on before they could say anything.
"Try to remember what Akane is. While he is still basically
human, he now has a very high sex drive, and unlike most humans
in that situation, he also has the stamina to indulge it. That also
means he will tend to like variety, such as spankings and other role
playing. Because of your link to him, you also have a higher sex
drive than you use to have. The link also tends to direct all three of
you toward liking the same sort of thing. You already have a lot in
common, now you'll have a lot more. Tell me," Yousee asked
Ukyou, "what to you think of the idea of Akane turning you over his
knee and spanking you?"
"I'd flatten him."
"Don't be so hasty, imagine it. He pulls you over his lap. He
pins your hands behind your back with one of his hands. With his
free hand he slowly pulls your tights down. Then, he starts to swat
you, while all you can do is squirm and struggle, unable to get away.
Just imagine that for a second, then tell me how you feel about it."
Ukyou was about to protest, when she noted Ranma's flushed
face and glazed look. She was looking at Akane with that same
lustful look from before. A look Akane was returning in spades.
Ukyou suddenly found herself with a desire to explore this further.
"Akane?" She asked, and when the tall boy looked at her she
continued. "I can't even imagine it." She hesitated, for a second,
then lowering her eyes, she said rather shyly. "Maybe if you helped
me with a little practical demonstration, I'd be able to answer
Yousee's question." The look Akane gave Ukyou took her breath
away. It was so dark and dangerous, it promised so many things, so
many pleasures. Then, he smiled, and she felt her knees go weak.
Her breath started to come faster, and her pulse sped up.
Akane sat down on a chair and patted his lap. "Only one way
to find out Ucchan," he said, his voice heavy with desire, a desire
that Ukyou's body could not help reacting to. She walked across the
floor toward him, not even taking note of the fact that Ranma was
hastily drawing the blinds over the windows. She reached Akane
and stood there staring at him nervously. He reached around behind
her and pressed her against his legs, for a second she hesitated, then
gulping, she let herself be pulled down over his lap.
Ukyou stared at the floor, her face red, not knowing what to
expect. Involuntarily she clenched her ass, which drew a chuckle
from Akane. Ukyou nerves were wound so tight that she had to stifle
a small scream when Akane laid his hand on her ass and rubbed it.
"My, my, such a noise. What are you going to do when I do
something like this." SMACK! Akane brought his hand down
firmly on Ukyou's ass, causing her to bounce slightly in response.
She let out a small yell, and reached around to cover her backside,
but Akane caught up both her hands and held them firmly in his
against the small of her back..
SMACK! Again Akane's hand fell, sending a stinging, hot
sensation through Ukyou. One part of her wanted to tell him to stop,
to let her up, but another part of her was reacting to the sensation of
being held helpless across Akane's lap. The blows were not painful.
Akane was not striking her with anywhere near his full strength.
SMACK! Ukyou gasped as her groin ground into Akane's rock hard
thigh. Then, hands were on her head. Lifting it up. A pair of blue
eyes looked into her own brown ones. Ranma leaned forward,
kissing Ukyou hard, she thrust her tongue into the cooks mouth.
SMACK! Akane's hand cracked down again. Ukyou's ass was on
fire, and the heat was spreading down to her pussy. She could feel
herself growing wet even as Ranma's mouth plundered hers. She
clenched her ass cheeks, anticipating Akane's next blow, but it never
came. Instead, Akane's hand settled gently down on the small of her
back, and she felt his fingers sliding under her tights.
The broad calloused hand slipped under first her tights, then
her panties, sliding down to cup her burning ass in his broad palm.
His hands were every bit as hot as her flesh, and she felt like she had
sat down on her own griddle. Akane shoved back with his hand, and
Ukyou felt her tights being forced back off her ass. Cool air rushed
over her exposed skin. It felt good on her reddened flesh.
SMACK! Akane's hand flashed down to splat against Ukyou's bare
skin. She lurched forward, kissing Ranma fiercely, at the same time
she ground her sex into Akane's leg.
Ukyou would never have believed something so dumb sounding
as a spanking could make her feel so hot. Spankings were for little
kids. Well, she was no kid, but then, this was not that sort of
spanking. Despite her position over Akane's lap. Despite his
actions, she felt safe and secure. He could do anything he wanted to
her, and she knew that he would do nothing that did not give her
pleasure.
SMACK! Ranma pulled away from Ukyou, and she tried to
reach out to her, to pull her back, but Akane held her arms firmly.
Ranma stood and moved out of her sight. SMACK! "Ahhhhh"
Ukyou cried out, as she felt pleasure stirring in her loins, she
redoubled her efforts to bring herself off against Akane's leg, not
caring in the least the sort of image she was projecting. She felt like
a total slut, and didn't care if the whole world knew. All she wanted
was for something to scratch the itch between her legs before it drove
her crazy.
SMACK! Ukyou groaned in frustration, no matter how hard
she tried, she could not scratch the itch she needed to scratch. Her
release stayed tantalizingly out of her reach. Then, she felt hands on
her hips, working her tights down past them, dragging them and her
panties down to her knees. SMACK! Even as her body lurched, she
imagined how she must look from behind. Her legs spread, her sex
wet and puffy with need. She flushed as deeply red as her bottom.
SMACK! Ukyou felt the hands come back, tugging her
backwards, sliding her sex free of Akane's leg. She fought to retain
her position, she was so close, she knew if she could just keep on for
a few minutes longer she would come. SMACK! She tensed her
muscles in reaction, and lost her battle, she was pulled backward
several inches and her wet sex came free of Akane's warm leg. She
felt cool air wash over it as the hands that had pulled her back spread
her lower lips. Then, a tongue dipped into her honey pot at the same
time Akane's hand crashed down again.
SMACK! "Yessssss!!!" Ukyou lifted her head and howled as a
powerful orgasm washed over her body. She felt Akane picking her
up off his lap, turning her so she was in a sitting position facing
away from him. Ukyou felt Akane member slip in between her ass
cheeks. Hands around her hips lifted, other hands parted her legs,
steered a missile of hard flesh at its target. Ukyou was lowered, and
once again she howled out her release as she felt herself being filled
to the brim with Akane's pulsing manhood.
Ukyou had been wrong before. She didn't have to wait to enjoy
Akane's attention. The soreness she had felt earlier was gone, all
that was left was the pure pleasure of Akane's flesh moving inside
her belly. Then, the sensation doubled as Ranma's tongue reached
into her honey pot above Akane's shaft and licked her rock hard
pleasure bud. With the skill gained in years of fighting, Ranma
kept up with Ukyou's movements as Akane lifted her up and down
on his manhood. Ranma never once lost contact with her sensitive
flesh, and Ukyou felt pleasure wash over her again and again as her
two loves brought her to levels of pleasure she had never dreamed
existed.
Later, on the way to school, Ukyou walked along beside Akane
thinking back on what had happened. She could not believe she had
let Akane spank her. Her ass still felt bruised and tender under her
tights, but she knew if it came up again, she'd eagerly lay over his
lap. The pleasure she'd felt, more than compensated for the pain.
"That was very strange." She said to Akane. "I've never
dreamed of doing something like that." She shook her head ruefully.
"But it was fun wasn't it?" Akane asked.
"Oh yes. It was definitely fun, both you and Ranma were
great." She grinned up at Akane. "I'm starting to think that having
you a boy all the time would not be that bad a thing. I'm glad you
and Ranma talked me out of using the powder."
"Oh, I don't know," Akane said in a wistful voice. "I know
when I"m like this I'd never want you to be a guy. But when I'm a
girl, it would be nice if there was a boy for me. Not that I want you
to do it!" Akane hastily added. "But it would be nice if Ranma got
her body back."
"No arguments on that from me sugar," Ukyou said. She
looked ahead to where Ranma was doing cartwheels down the fence,
ignoring the fact that she was exposing rather more than she should
be of what was under her school dress. Her hair was back in its old
familiar pigtail, and the sight of her filled Ukyou with feelings she
had thought buried. For just a second she imagined the red hair,
black, and gave a wistful sigh. "It would be nice, but I'm glad
Ranma's at least back to full strength in her girl form. She wasn't
saying anything, but I knew it bothered her."
Ukyou looked up at Akane suddenly, a worried look on her
face. "Sugar, are you sure you want to do this. I mean everyone
knows about Ranma. It's not going to make much difference her
going to school like this. They'll just figure it's another example of
her curse acting up, but are you sure you want to let everyone know
that you're really Akane. We could always say that you're still
Akira."
Akane shook her head. "No, I thought about it last night. I
only went along with this in the first place, because we figured I'd
only be stuck like this for a little while. Now, we now the condition
is permanent. I'm not going to spend the rest of my life lying to my
friends. It's going to be hard enough facing them after just one day.
Some of them got pretty forward yesterday, and I don't think they
are going to take well to the idea that I was playing a joke on them.
I hate to think how they'd take it if I tried to keep it up, and they
found out several weeks from now. At least if I tell them myself, it
should help things go better. At least I won't have a lot of girls
swarming around me." Akane looked a little shamefaced. "I hate to
say it, but I was sort of enjoying it. I'll be glad the temptation is
gone."
"I wouldn't bet on that sugar. There are lots of guys at the
school with the hots for Ranma-chan, even knowing she's a guy.
I'm betting that you find there are more than a few girls that won't
care that you're a girl under all that muscle. Besides, both you and I
know that you're more of a guy than Ranma was a girl back last
week."
"Yea, thanks to getting this curse from instant rather than
regular Nanniichuan."
Ukyou looked at Akane curiously. "What's it like? Turning
into a guy? I mean, really turning into guy. Your mind as well as
your body."
Akane looked thought full. "It's really strange. I find some
things are exactly the same, while other things are completely
different. Take Ryouga for instance. When I'm like this I want to
pound him flat. Not for raping Ranma, she says he had no control,
and I believe it. It's the mere thought of him touching either one of
you. He's a good looking guy, and he's already had sex with Ranma.
Just the thought of him being anywhere near either of you makes me
mad."
Yousee poked her head out from inside Ukyou's tunic. She had
found she could nestle quite comfortable in Ukyou's cleavage, and
had refused to be left behind. Now she looked at Akane and said.
"Territorial. Most Shikima that can, have a harem, and they do not
take kindly to the thought of anyone touching what they regard as
theirs."
"Oh, so Ranma-honey and I are harem girls now?" Ukyou said.
"What happened to being happily married?"
"I didn't say you were harem girls. I just said that to explain
why Akane's male side feels this way."
Ukyou laughed. "I got news for you sweety. Human boys can
be just as bad, and human girls as well. Akane was jealous as a girl.
I don't see any need to look for fancy explanations as to why he's
jealous of Ryouga." Ukyou turned back to Akane, who looked like he
wanted to object to the jealousy tag, but considering what he had just
been saying, did not see how he could. Instead, he went on with his
explanation.
"Ah, well, you may be right Ukyou. Anyway, that's the way I
feel when I'm like this, but when I'm female, it all changes." Akane
suddenly blushed, a rather cute sight on someone who looked like
he'd be more comfortable fighting monsters to the death. "You ah,
remember what happened with Coach Mitaka." The look Ukyou
directed his way caused Akane to stumble slightly. "Yea, I can see
you do. Well, if it had been Ryouga, you and Ranma might not have
been in time to keep me from going all the way with him. Lets just
say I get a whole different burning feeling toward him when I'm
female."
Ukyou looked at Akane thoughtfully. "You know sugar, I just
realized. I don't think I've ever heard you talk so frankly about your
feelings. You and Ranma were both pretty shy about saying what
you felt. Now you make me blush sometimes with the things you
say."
Akane looked down the street, his face creased in thought. "I
never really thought about it, but maybe its just that it would be silly
not to talk freely after all we've done since last night." She turned
and grinned at Ukyou. "Besides, I like to make you blush."
Ukyou obliged her by getting a little red across the nose. She
looked down at the ground, and rather shyly reached out for Akane's
hand. When he took it she looked up at him. "I sort of like it when
you make me blush too hon." However Akane's attention was no
longer on Ukyou, instead she was glaring down the lane.
"Ranma, you stop that this instant. Don't you have any sense
at all you baka."
Ukyou followed Akane's glare, and stifled a laugh. Overcome
with happiness at the full return of her agility and strength, Ranma
had been bouncing all over the neighborhood on the way to school.
Currently she was walking down the top of the fence, on her hands.
Her school skirt was hanging around her upper body, and the only
thing preserving her modesty was a rather skimpy pair of panties.
Ranma looked over at Akane, a puzzled look on her face.
"What's the matter. I'm just trying to get back into shape, it's
been nearly week since I could really exercise and train."
"Then, wait until you have some gym shorts or something on.
You know what your mother said. She wants you to behave in a
feminine manner while you're out in public. You're not to disgrace
your family by acting like a tramp."
"Aw, come on Akane, I've seen lots of girls who don't care if
they flash their panties."
Ukyou arched an eyebrow. "Oh really Ranma. Are you trolling
for another boyfriend then. Or maybe you're just trying to get the
attention of the one you already have." Ukyou looked over at Akane.
"Why would I want to get that hentai's attention. I don't have
time to be dragged into an alley or nothing. We'll be late if we don't
hurry. You two are so slow."
Akane fired up, but before he could say anything, Ukyou looked
at Ranma with suspicion. "Since when have you been eager to get to
school Ranchan."
Ranma suddenly looked nervous. She vaulted off the fence and
landed on her feet. "Hey, maybe I want to make something of
myself, you ever thought of that. I'm tired of waiting for you two,
I'm going ahead." With that Ranma took off down the lane, heading
for school.
Ukyou frowned and looked at Akane. "Do you believe that?"
"Not for an instant. She's up to something. But what?"
Akane's brow furrowed in thought, then his eyes widened, and he
looked at Ukyou is shock. "Kuno."
"Kuno, what about Kuno?" Ukyou asked. She was speaking to
empty air. Akane had followed Ranma's lead, and was pelting down
the lane toward school. Ukyou shrugged and took off after both her
mates. She did not bother to keep to the surface streets however, she
took to the rooftops and arrived at the school gates only seconds after
Ranma, and a little ahead of Akane, who came puffing up beside
them as Ranma scanned the school yard, looking for something, or
someone.
Ranma stiffened as a familiar figure came into sight. Beside
her Akane stiffened as well, and a low growl came from his throat.
Ukyou looked at him in surprise. Akane had always found Kuno a
pain, but Ukyou could never remember him actually hating Kuno,
but that sounded very much like hate. Ranma also reacted to
Akane's growl. She turned fierce eyes on Akane.
"You stay out of this. This if my fight. Let me handle it."
Akane directed a gaze just as fierce at Ranma's at the little red head.
"No way. I'm going to smash that baka for what he did
yesterday."
Ukyou was sure Ranma was going to argue, but instead she
looked up at Akane with her eyes wide, and an expression on her
face that threatened to give Ukyou a saccharin overdose. "Please
Akane, it would mean ever so much to me." Ukyou waited for Akane
to laugh in Ranma's face, but instead the stern expression on his face
melted, and he sighed in resignation.
"Fine, but the first sign of trouble, and I'm nailing Kuno."
"Trouble? With Kuno? Give me a break. I'll clean his clock
in five seconds."
"Right, just like yesterday." Akane said.
"Hey! I wasn't at full strength then. I'm recovered now. He
doesn't stand a chance." Ranma turned and began to march toward
Kuno. Determination in every stride she took. Akane shook his
head in exasperation, and started to move closer so he could
intervene quickly if he needed to.
Akane noticed Ukyou staring at him, and snapped out.
"What?"
"Oh nothing sugar. It's just that if I had any doubt about you
turning into a real boy, that piece of manipulation settled it. I can't
believe you fell for Ranchan's cute girl act."
"What? I never did, it's just . . . well, if it meant so much to
her that she'd stoop that low, then I had to let her try. That's all, it's
not like I bought the act."
Stoop that low? Meant so much? Ukyou thought to herself.
She had seen Ranchan use that same act to get an extra scoop of ice
cream. She loved the little red head dearly, but sometimes she
showed a little too much of her fathers influence for Ukyou's liking.
She wisely kept from mentioning it to Akane, the last thing they
needed right now was Akane proving he was not giving into Ranma.
>From the way Akane and Ranma were talking, Ukyou had a feeling
Ranma had lost a fight to Kuno yesterday, and that was something
her Ranchan could never stand for. She needed a chance to kick his
ass.
Ranma marched toward Kuno grim determination in ever line
of her body. She mentally went over every blow she planned on
landing. She'd teach him to manhandle her. How dare he fondle
her. How dare he force her over his lap. How dare he spank her.
And most importantly, how dare he rub _ himself _ up _ against _
her?
As her memory of the day before played through her mind,
Ranma slowed her approach toward Kuno, moving slower and
slower until she came to a complete stop. She was now close enough
to Kuno that she had to look up to see his face. He was so tall, so
powerfully built. Yesterday he had handled her like a child.
Suddenly doubts filled her mind. She was at full strength today, but
she had been very close to it yesterday. Yet Kuno had not even
worked up a sweat. Had he been training? Had he found another
magic sword? Another magic potion? Had he rediscovered the
confidence that Happosai's phony magic had instilled in him?
Kuno had very nearly beaten Ranma in her male form that day.
Only the fact that he had become ill from eating the dirt from under
Happosai's finger nails had saved Ranma, and that had all been from
Kuno's own belief he was unbeatable. He had already beaten her
once. Maybe that would give him the confidence to do it again.
Fear was not an emotion Ranma was in general acquainted
with. At least not fear of physical harm to herself. But what Kuno
threatened was not physical harm, at least not the sort of harm
Ranma was use to facing. Her breath was suddenly coming in
labored gasps. She looked up, way up into Kuno's aloof face.
Something in her quailed at the sight. He did not appear to be his
usual buffoonish self. She felt doubt. What if he beat her here in
front of everyone, what if he turned her over his knee and spanked
her in front of the whole school.
A ball of nausea formed in her stomach, and even more
frightening, she became very aware of her overly sensitive nipples
pressing against the firm surface of her sports bra, while the nausea
in her belly was joined by another sensation she did not even want to
think about. Why, oh why, hadn't she let Akane handle this? Well,
it was too late to do anything about it now. She was committed. She
drew a deep breath and fell into a defensive pose.
"All right Kuno! Let's do it!"
Kuno fought to keep his joy from showing on his face. All
night he had suffered the torments of the damned, wondering if he
had erred in judgment the day before. He had tossed and turned in
his sleep wondering if he had irrevocably, and forever, driven his pig
tailed goddess from his side by his crude actions. When she had
entered the gates of this purgatory some called a school, his fears
had fled.
Like a crown of fire, her flaming tresses had been restored to
their former glory. Gone was the dull dead hair that Saotome had
inflicted on her gentle head. His heart had leaped as he had
witnessed her march toward him. With every step closer he could
see the struggle on her face as she fought Saotome's spell. How he
had longed to rush to her, to sweep her up into his tender embrace,
to shower her with the love she deserved. It had taken all the
willpower he possessed to prevent himself from doing so. To truly
break Saotome's spell, he was forced to treat her as nothing. If he
were to do as he wished, and run forward to take her into his arms,
he would sentence the poor gentle creature to the fate of enduring
Saotome's vile embraces for all time.
His anger burned and scorched his soul. He had to give it an
outlet. Fortunately he had one. He lifted his bokken and pointed it at
the foul fiend. "Saotome, thy vile shape shifting cur. I Tatewaki
Kuno do challenge you. Will you face me? Or will you continue to
hide your vile nature in that fair form."
Ranma stared in shock. She couldn't believe it. After all this
time. Kuno had finally gotten a clue. All around her the murmurs
of the various students agreed with that assessment. Many of the
students, who had been shocked to see Ranma dressed in Ranko's
clothing, now rushed into the school. Once inside they indulged in a
massive search through their lockers for their picks in, the-when-is-
Kuno-going-to-figure-it-out pool. Someone was going to be a very
rich person before the day was over.
Ranma ignored the sudden departure of the student body.
Instead a flush of crimson washed up her face. If Kuno knew the
truth, then that meant he knew who he had spanked the day before.
"Nooooooo!!" Ranma screamed. She rushed blindly at Kuno, intent
on wiping him from the face of the earth. Kuno merely sidestepped
as he had before. Ranma's side kick took him in the ribs and drove
him sprawling, several yards away. Ranma reset herself, her breath
coming in great gasps as she waited for Kuno to turn and face her.
He didn't. Instead, not paying the least attention to her, he got
to his feet and once again leveled his bokken. At Akane. "So you
vile cur. You would hide behind the frail form of the one you hold
in bondage." Akane looked at him blank faced, a large sweat drop on
the back of his head.
"You needn't look so surprised vile wretch. Did you truly think
you could fool I, Tatewaki Kuno, The Blue Thunder of Furinkan
High. I would have thought you would know better when you
learned I had penetrated the disguise you had inflicted on the
unfortunate pigtail-girl."
"Hey!" Ranma yelled. Kuno ignored her.
"It took me but an instant to realize that you too must have
disguised yourself." Kuno gestured at Ukyou. "As the presence of
the fair Kuonji Ukyou shows, such is your lust, you can not bear to
be parted from those pure maidens you have coerced and ensnared.
By your own vices you have betrayed yourself. Have at you vile
fiend!"
With the last word, Kuno charged across the yard toward the
stunned Akane. Reflexes took over, but Akane was working on
conditioned reflexes, which proved his downfall. Akane struck out
at a person intending to grope, but that was not Kuno's aim. His
bokken lashed out, and took Akane under his upraised arm. The
arm that should have delivered an uppercut that would have sent
Kuno rocketing over the school. Instead it was Akane who was
struck. He staggered to the side with a gasp of pain. A hand
clutched at his side. Red tinged Ranma's vision. Red tinged Ukyou's
vision. Just like the blood the imagined under Akane's hand.
Kuno threw back his head and laughed. "Fall you vile
miscreant. At last your sorcery fails you. Fall at the hands and
sword of the Blu--- Urk"
{various scenes of wanton and cruel violence cut in the name of
good taste}
Akane managed to drag Ranma and Ukyou off of Kuno before
they did any permanent damage. He held each of them under one
arm as they screamed and cursed at the battered remains of the Blue
Blunder. It took them several minutes to calm down, Ukyou first
when she realized what their struggles must be doing to Akane's
wound.
"Akane, are you alright? Let us down. We have to get you to
the nurse's station."
Hearing Ukyou's words, Ranma stopped her struggling as well,
and said. "Akane, let me down. I have to check you out."
Akane let both of them down, and over his protest, they
checked his torn jacket. They looked closely, and then, looked at
each other. "I don't understand. I saw the strike, it should have cut
you." Ranma said in a puzzled tone.
Ukyou nodded her head. "Me to. You have a stain on your
jacket, but no wound. . . Wait, here's something, . . . No that can't be
it, this one is a least three days old. And why is the scab blueish?
Did you spill some ink on yourself?"
"What? Let me see." Ranma said. She looked closely at the
wound. "That can't be right, I'd have seen that last night if it had
been there. So would you have for that matter Ukyou. What gives
Akane?"
Akane held up her hand and showed the blood on his fingers.
Only it was not blood, but a blue liquid. They all stared at it in
puzzlement. Then, Yousee hissed at them from her position tucked
into Ukyou's cleavage. "Don't you people listen? I told Akane last
night his healing factor had increased, and I know he told you this
morning. The blue stuff is what her blood looks like now." She
directed an accusing look at Ukyou. "How do you expect to be a
demon hunter if you can never remember even the simple things?"
"Shush." Ukyou said. "Do you want everyone to see you? Get
out of sight. I have some serious flattening to do." With that Ukyou
un-slung her battle spatula and turned to face Kuno's battered form.
"Hold it!" Akane said, grabbing Ukyou arm, then quickly doing
the same for Ranma as she started toward Kuno as well.
Ranma turned angry eyes on him. "Do you think we're going
to let him get away with that. He didn't know you'd heal that fast.
He could have hurt you."
"Remember what you said about Ryouga not being responsible
Ranma."
"Yea, but that was because the potion had driven him crazy . .
."
"Whereas Kuno has always been crazy." Ukyou finished.
"Exactly," Akane said. "Kuno thought I was you, and that's
why he attacked the way he did. It was my own fault. I reacted to
him like he was coming after my girl side. I anticipated his
movements, and blew it. I got hit because of my mistake, not
Kuno's."
"Uh oh." Ranma said in a worried tone.
Akane followed her gaze and big sweated as well. Nabiki was
marching toward them, and she did not look happy.
"What the hell is going on here!?" Nabiki demanded angrily as
she reached them. "Do you know how much I forked over to get
Ranma's hair dyed? Now the whole school knows that Tendo Ranko
is Saotome Ranma. Dim as they are, it's not going to take them long
to put two and two together and figure out who you likely are. . ."
Nabiki trailed off, most of her attention had been on Ranma's vivid
red hair, but when she had finally looked her 'little brother' in the
face, she noticed some new additions.
For a second Nabiki looked at a loss for words, but then, she
said. "Pick Kuno baby up. We need to talk somewhere private, and
the nurse's station should do the trick." By this time Akane had
noticed the marks on Nabiki's forehead and cheeks, and was eager to
talk to his sister in private as well.
They all gathered in the nurse's station. Nabiki gave Ukyou an
uncertain look. "It might be best if you went to class and covered for
Ranma and Akane," she said.
"No way!" Yousee shouted out. "If you think I'm going to let
you demons conspire without some supervision, you have another
think coming!" Nabiki looked at the small duplicate of Ukyou who
had just stuck her head out from inside Ukyou's school jacket.
"Oh . . . kay," she said. "Off hand it would seem you already
know what these marks mean." Nabiki said, pointing at her own
forehead markings. She then turned her finger in Yousee's
direction. "So would someone please tell me what the hell that is?"
Ukyou answered as Yousee climbed out of her hiding spot and
perched on her shoulder. "This is Yousee. She's a spirit from the
Kami plain. She's here to help me become a demon hunter."
Once again Nabiki was caught be surprise. "Perhaps I was too
hasty. You do know what these new decorations on Akane and my
faces mean don't you?"
"They mean that the demon heritage in our blood line was
activated by the instant Jusenkyo curse." Akane said.
"You know that for a fact?"
"Well, Yousee is pretty sure that's the reason."
"Hmm, Cologne thought that was the case as well, but she was
only taking her best guess. It's nice to get it confirmed from an
outside source." Nabiki looked at Yousee and Ukyou. "I assume
there is a reason you are not trying to do my 'brother' and me any
harm?"
"We're married." Akane said, and then, clasped a hand over
his mouth.
Ranma rolled her eyes in disgust. "Smooth move Akane."
For the third time in as many minutes Nabiki was nonplused.
It was not a situation she liked. "Married!" She said in a shocked
voice. "But you're both girls . . . Ah, well, I guess that argument
doesn't really hold any water does it. Still, it is rather sudden isn't
it? I mean you've hardly had time to get a licence . . ." Nabiki
voiced suddenly dragged to a halt. She brought a hand up and rested
it on her forehead. Without looking at the others she said in a weary
voice. "Let me guess, you two are soul bonded."
"Us three." Ranma broke in. She rather enjoyed seeing Nabiki
surprised.
"All three of you!?" Nabiki shook her head. "Suddenly I'm
very glad I'll be spending the next few days at the Nekohatten."
"The Nekohatten?" Akane asked in surprise. Then, his eyes
narrowed in suspicion. "What are you doing at the Nekohatten?" He
demanded.
"Why 'brother' dear, where else would I go. Surely you can't
expect me to not stay with Shampoo, after all, we've only been
married for a day or so." Nabiki quite enjoyed the reaction to that
little bomb shell. She did so love getting her own back.
Over at the Nekohatten, Cologne was cleaning up after the
breakfast rush. She had been more than slightly annoyed to discover
that Nabiki had deprived her of her chief waitress without notice.
She had several part times girls who could fill in, but the earliest that
one of them could start was the lunch hour. It was not that she
needed the money. She could have left the cafe closed, but she took
pride in her operation, and would only close it for the most extreme
reasons. After all, she'd moved the whole thing on more than one
occasion to allow Shampoo to pursue Ranma without having to shut
down.
As a result, when the door banged open, and Mousse staggered
in, she was even less sympathetic than she normally was. WHACK!
"The very idea, wondering in here at this hour. Where were you?"
Mouse staggered from the blow to his head for a second, then
rallied and cried out. "Sh. . . Shampoo, we have to save Shampoo!
She's been captured by a demon who's possessed Tendo Nabiki's
body!"
"Nonsense. Nabiki is not possessed."
"You old ghoul!" WHACK! Mousse rubbed his head and
glared at a decorative good luck statue, made as ugly as possible in
order to drive away evil spirits, "A lot you know! I encountered the
creature myself! If you value Shampoo at all, you must help me free
her!"
"I said nonsense, and I meant nonsense. Tendo Nabiki is not
possessed, she is a demon. Or at least she has demon blood in her
ancestry. I suppose some people would consider that makes her a
demon, but I've always maintained that it was . . ."
"What!!! How can you prattle on like this!? Who knows what
foulness that creature is inflicting on my poor Shampoo."
"At the moment none, but I'm sure that will change. After all,
that's why she bought Shampoo."
"Bought!? What do you mean bought!? What have you done?
You're joking, not even you would do something like that!"
"I had little choice in the matter. Shampoo was in possession
of Suzuka Slave Potion. You know what the law is in regards to
that."
Mousse reeled back in shock. "No! I don't believe it. You lie.
It had to have been planted on her! One of the foolish girls who
have fallen for Saotome's lies must have discovered the law. Maybe
even Nabiki herself."
"I'm afraid you're wrong. Shampoo confessed to me herself.
She made it here in this very kitchen."
"Sh . . she did?" Mousse said rather weakly, the light beginning
to dawn.
Cologne lit her pipe and blew a ring of smoke in Mousse's
direction. "Yes. She was under the impression that it was a cure for
her Jusenkyo curse. Of course she did not try to use that as an
excuse, she was very insistent on obeying the law. She has always
been a good girl that way. Of course Nabiki being a descendant of a
Shikima demon, was very conveniently at hand to provide the
necessary purchaser."
"Shi . . . Shi . . . Shikima!? You didn't! You couldn't have!"
"Oh yes I did. We were able to work out a very good price. It
was too bad really, but what was I to do. I would have to do the
same to any Amazon I found with that potion in their possession.
Mousse, who had been about to scream in anger at Cologne
suddenly paled. "You would!?"
"Oh yes, I could hardly do less after selling my own
granddaughter to a Shikima demon. Why don't you go upstairs and
clean off? You look like you've had a hard night."
Cologne watched the dazed form of Mousse as he stumbled up
the stairs. He was numb with shock at the moment, but her actions
would have the desired result. He would destroy or otherwise
dispose of his share of the potion. She narrowed her eyes in
concentration. Of course once the shock wore off, he would be out
for Nabiki's blood. However, before that happened, she'd have a
little talk with him.
The Amazon's had taken into consideration that a friend or
lover might try to save or rescue the accused, by killing their
purchaser. If they did, then the convicted Amazon would be resold,
and so would the would be rescuer. In the case of a male they would
be dipped in the Nyanniichuan first. It was not that there were no
buyers for comely boys and men, but the Amazon's wanted the law
breaker to face what the captive Amazon females had faced.
Cologne would remind Mousse of that, and maybe take him on
a rooftop tour of some of the alternative purchasers of young female
flesh. This was suppose to be a civilized country, but Cologne was
too old, and had seen to much to believe there was no market for
young girls somewhere in this country. It was merely a matter of
contacting a source who would know for sure. Once he was
thoroughly cowed, she would dangle a carrot, the fact that she
intended to petition the Elders for clemency on Shampoo's behalf. If
he did nothing, then it would be only a matter of time till Shampoo
was once again a full Amazon. On the other hand, if he interfered,
maybe even harmed Nabiki, then the penalty would be permanent,
with no hope of eventual parol.
She nodded in satisfaction. That would do the trick. Mousse
might not like it, but she would plant the idea that Nabiki was not
truly Shampoo's owner. After all, the Tendo girl was not even a
martial artist. So what if she had demon blood. She was still no
match for Shampoo. Yes, she would drive home the point that
Nabiki was only supplying a service to Shampoo, for a price. She
was even staying here so Cologne could keep an eye on her.
Cologne saw no need to mention what sort of servicing Nabiki was
providing Shampoo, or the fact that the two of them were soul
bonded.
Mousse stared into the mirror through his newest pair of
glasses. They were a quarter of an inch thicker than the last pair,
and still the face in the mirror was slightly blurred. Soon he would
truly be blind, and with no hope of ever winning his love. He gazed
at his reflection, looking at a face that was suddenly ancient, old
before its time. The eyes behind those glasses were like pools of
darkness that reflected the pain and anguish of his soul. His
Shampoo, in the hands of a fiend from the nether regions, and he,
helpless to do anything about it. With a hand that shook, he held up
a small vial of potion to the light. Such a small thing, and yet it had
meant so much. Freedom from his curse, a chance to at last be with
the one it was his destiny to have. Now . . . now, the dream was
ashes in his mouth.
He did not question what he had to do. The story of the loss of
the Amazon empire, the fate of the captive females, and the law that
had resulted, was too deeply ingrained in him for that. He tilted the
bottle in his hand so the light would shin through the golden
contents. Suzuka Slave Potion, who would have thought such a vile
substance could look so beautiful. Mousse pulled the top from the
bottle, and held it out over the sink. Drawing a deep breath, he
tipped the bottle, brought it to his lips, and pouring the entire
contents down his throat with one gulp.
The taste brought him out of his daze, he choked and sputtered,
as he gazed at the now empty bottle in his hand in shock. Then, the
first convulsion rocked his body, and he fell to the floor, a twitching
heap, in too much pain to even scream as his very soul was ripped
from his body.
Urgant exulted, at last, at very long last, he had done it. He
had wrestled control for just long enough to force Mousse to pour the
foul concoction down his throat. Now, even as more raw magic than
he had ever witnessed flowed out of the collapsing Jusenkyo curse,
he activated the spells that he had spent the evening laying out. He
had to use the magic now, with out delay, he could not for one
instant try to contain it. He had to direct and channel it, not dam it
up. He felt the spells he had carefully constructed pulse and bulge
with energy. The energy matrix that was his present form was
drawn down into Mousse's convulsing body, and the spells ripped
Mousse's soul free and implanted Urgant's in its place.
Sensation flooded through him, and with it came the realization
that he had succeeded. He had a body, his long years of study and
thought had payed off. He had a human body in the mortal realm.
More importantly, he had a demon's mind in a human body that was
capable of becoming a magic user. A mind loaded with the
accumulated knowledge of a thousand, thousand years of existence.
Even as he exulted, he controlled himself. The spells were not
done yet. He had reached his goal, but the magic to do that was a
fraction of the total surging through his new body. Even now it
threatened to destroy the basic matrix of his being, he had to use it
before it slipped out of his fragile control. Well, he had planned for
that. What better use for Jusenkyo magic, than the creation of a new
form for the poor dispossessed Mousse. Coils of magic cradled
Mousse's sundered soul, containing it while a raw torrent of magic
built a body around it. Urgant watched with hot eyes as the magic
followed the template he had laid down in the patterns of his spells.
It did more than just create a physical form however, he watched in
glee as it implanted the controls and drives he had created into the
new body's mind.
He very much looked forward to savoring Mousse's horror
when the fool discovered the surprises lurking in her new mind and
body. It was so easy. The fool already had the inclinations, all he
had to do was reinforce them, make them too powerful to be
controlled. Oh yes, she was going to be a truly wondrous toy.
At last the magic exhausted itself, but not before it finished
every spell Urgant had prepared before hand. He looked down at the
form on the floor in front of him with something very near affection.
Mousse was a fool, but his blundering and poor sense had enabled
Urgant to realize his dream. As he looked at the exquisite feminine
form in front of him, he decided that maybe he wouldn't be quite as
hard on her as he had planned. After all, thanks to the implanted
controls, she couldn't really fight back. He bent over her, intent on
satisfying a lust that had been simmering for two thousand years.
CRACK! Urgant reared back in pain as something struck him
across the top of the head. A voice cried out in anger behind him.
"You fool Mousse, what have you done?" Urgant turned and saw the
withered figure of Cologne perched on top of her staff, no doubt the
object that had just struck him across the top of his head.
Urgant had given some though on how he was going to pass
himself off as Mousse while getting himself settled in this modern
world. Prime in those plans, had been keeping a low profile around
Cologne, in whom he sensed a great deal of power. All that careful
planning went out the window. The pain in his head, coupled with
his natural instinct to lash out at an insult to his status, caused him
to forget caution, and to act in anger. "Fool!!" he roared. "How
dare you assault me!" He flung his arms up and chains shot forth
from inside his sleeves. They curved and writhed through the air as
if alive.
Cologne was caught by surprise, but she hoped backward to
gain some distance, and spun her staff in a whirling circle. The
chains struck that blurred disk, and links showered the room as they
were shredded. Urgant let out a high pitched scream as this
happened, and the remainders of the chains snapped back into his
sleeves like wounded animals seeking their den.
"That is the problem with investing your weapons with too
much of your chi." Cologne said, showing little sympathy for the
pain struck youth. Then, she narrowed her eyes and stared at him
intently. "What are you up to? Who is that girl?" Cologne snapped
out, more to gauge his reaction than in any hope of an answer.
"That is for me to know crone. As for the girl, she is mine. I
will take my property and leave this dreary place."
"I think not!" Cologne said, placing herself between Mousse,
and the comatose girl on the floor.
"You would challenge me!?" Urgant said as menacingly as he
could manage in the circumstances. His body was wracked by pain
from his abortive attack on Cologne.
"I would deny you. I do not consider you a challenge. Do you
wish to attempt to change my mind?"
Urgant snarled in baffled fury. Almost it seemed he would take
her up on her offer, but then, he whirled and a hook-tipped chain
shot from his sleeve and out the window. It found something on the
other side to latch on to, and Urgant let it pull him out of the room,
leaving Cologne and the girl behind.
Cologne watched the window for a little while, waiting to see if
he would attempt to return. At last, satisfied that he was not coming
back, she turned to the girl on the floor. As she had noted when
entering the room, she was quite naked, her only covering being the
heavy mane of white hair that flowed from her head, and in her
present position, covered most of her body. Cologne nudged the girl
with her staff, causing her to roll over on her side with a small
moan.
Cologne came as near as she ever had to falling off her perch.
The girl on the floor was, with the exception of her white hair, a
perfect replica of Shampoo. "What have you done indeed you fool?"
Cologne murmured to herself.
Back at Furinkan, classes were starting, and Hiroshi and
Daisuke were questioning Ranma out of the sides of their mouths,
while they waited for Miss Hinako to show up.
"So Ranma, what is it this time?"
"Yea Ranma, what's with the disguise? Do you have any idea
of how much money I blew on Nabiki's information sheet?"
Ranma smirked. "Serves you right, you should know better
than to let her sell you anything."
"Yea, maybe, but what's with you? How come you're dressed
like that?"
"Are you trying to run some sort of a scam on that Akira guy?"
Daisuke directed a sour look over at where numerous girls were
crowding around Akane. Most specifically, he looked at a one
particular brown haired girl. "If you are, then count me in. I'd
almost convinced Yuki to go out with me, then, he showed up."
"Ha, you don't have to worry about him stealing any girls from
you." Ranma said with a smirk. There was no way either Ukyou or
her were going to share Akane with another girl.
"What do you mean by that?" Hiroshi asked
"Say, what's with you and him anyway? Is he really Akane's
cousin? And how come you start dressing like a girl when he shows
up?"
Ranma big sweated. Oops, what was she going to do now? It
wasn't like she could come out and say Akane was Akane. He'd kill
her. Akane intended to confess the truth, but in his own time.
Suddenly a grin spread across her face, which she quickly
suppressed. Turning her now disgruntled face toward her two
friends, she said in a disgusted tone of voice. "It's all Oyaji"s fault,"
she said.
Both Hiroshi and Daisuke nodded at this. It generally was
Ranma's father's fault, at least to hear Ranma tell it.
"What's he done now?" Daisuke asked.
"Got me engaged to a guy."
"NANI??" Both boys cried out in shock, then quickly lowered
their voices, looking around in panic less Hinako-sensei was
anywhere about.
"You're engaged to a guy!?" Daisuke said in a horrified
whisper.
Ranma was unable to keep a twinkle of mischief out of her
eyes. Fortunately, neither Daisuke of Hiroshi were looking her in
the eyes, even after a revelation like that. She schooled her voice to
sound as depressed as she could manage and said, "yea, and it really
sucks. He's always trying to hold my hand, and snuggle up closer to
me. Worst off all, he's so strong, that he doesn't even notice when I
punch him. So I can't get him to back off."
Hiroshi looked puzzled. "I don't get it. Why are you going
around in your cursed form acting like a girl? I would have thought
that would be the last thing you'd want to do."
Ranma directed a puzzled look at him, then her face cleared.
"Didn't I tell you? He's gay."
Both of the other boys face faulted. "Ga . . .gay!?" They finally
managed to sputter out.
"Yea, it's a real pain. I'm going to have to try and get him a
boyfriend so I can go back to normal." She cast a speculative look at
her two friends. "Say, you two are always saying you'll do anything
to help me out . . ." She trailed off, giving them time to register what
she was suggesting.
Before they could react however, the door opened, and Hinako-
sensei came into the room. That would normally be enough to still
all the chatter in the class, and it was true that all the girls hurried to
their seats while the boys sat up straighter and looked attentive.
However, this time it was not just her presence that accounted for the
sudden silence. All eyes were focused on Hinako-sensei in surprise.
Over the last few months they had gotten use to a home room teacher
who looked like she was twelve years old. She no longer did so.
Hinako's juvenile form had always hovered on the edge of
puberty, and it was a continuing topic of conversation among the
students, on what it must be like for her to go through puberty ever
time she drained a battle aura. Whatever it had been like, she would
never experience it again. Her formally flat immature chest now
displayed a small pair of mounds that indicated clearly Hinako's
juvenile form had at last crossed over the fence from childhood, to
girlhood.
They were in no way as impressive as her adult chest, but their
very presence emphasized the changes in their teacher. She was four
inches taller. Her face had trimmed down slightly, losing some baby
fat, and highlighting her new mature looks. Of course, only in
Furinkan, would a fourteen year old teacher be considered mature.
Hinako scowled at the students, as they stared in surprise at
her. She could not accuse them of inattention this morning. Every
one of them was staring raptly at her. So she flipped open her
student record book and began to take attendance. When she
reached Tendo Ranko, she scowled at Ranma. "Do you have an
explanation for this Mr. Saotome. I do not like nasty people making
fun of me you delinquent. All the teachers put up with your bad
behavior, and the way you show up in different bodies. We even
allow you to wear non-regulation clothing to accommodate your
condition. It's nasty of you to play a trick like this. I don't want to
see you dressed like that again. Do you understand!"
Hiroshi, and Daisuke exchanged sympathetic looks, and
glanced across at Akira. "Poor guy. Now he's in for it for sure."
Hiroshi whispered to Daisuke, from behind the cover of a hand he
lifted to his mouth.
Ranma's expression was strained as she rose to her feet to face
the angry teacher. "I'm sorry Sensei. I won't be able to do that, not
for a little while."
"And why is that?" Hinako asked, reaching into her change
pocket, with a scowl on her face. "Are you going to be a delinquent
again you naughty boy?"
"No, no. That's not it!" Ranma said hastily. "My mother
insists I dress like this." She turned up the cuteness voltage in her
blue eyes, and looked at Hinako with as Kawai an expression as she
could manage. "You wouldn't want me to disobey my mother would
you?"
Hinako was unmoved by Ranma's expression, which was more
than could be said for several boys who were sitting between them,
in the firing zone as it were, they looked slightly shell shocked.
"Why would your mother demand such a thing?" Hinako said with a
scowl. "Is she a pervert?"
"NO!!" Ranma shot out, her expression suddenly as angry as
Hinako's. "I'm trapped like this. Mom doesn't want me bringing
dishonor on our family by behaving wrong for this body in public."
"Trapped?" Hinako asked with a lifted eye brow. "For how
long?"
"I don't know, there's a technique I have to master to change
back, and I don't know how long that is going to take."
Hinako continued to look skeptical, but then, she snorted, and
said. "Very well, but I will be watching, and if I see any delinquent
actions, I'll take steps." Giving Ranma one final glare of warning,
she went back to taking attendance. Reading the next name on the
list, Hinako's entire demeanor changed.
"Tendo Akira." If most of the class had not been busy looking
at Ranma with various expressions, ranging from shock and disgust,
to barely restrained glee, they might have noticed something peculiar
about their teacher's behavior.
"Here," Akane answered, and for a second it looked like he was
going to continue, but then, he lowered his head, and directed a
guilty look across at Ranma. Ranma returned the look with one that
seemed to say, so, it's-not-so-easy-is-it? Akane scowled and lunged
to his feet, sending his chair clattering to the floor. He blushed in
embarrassment as all eyes focused on him. Ranma hung her head,
and shook it. Here we go, she thought to herself, the vampire is
going to nail him good now.
Much to everyone surprise, rather than scowling angrily at
Akira's delinquent behavior, Hinako looked at him with a funny
expression on her face and said. "Yes, Mr Tendo, what is it?"
"Ah," Akane looked around at all the eyes focused on him, and
blushed a little harder. "I, ah, I have . . . anannouncementtomake!"
He finished in a rush, then realizing how he sounded, he qualified
his statement. "I've been lying, and want to get matters straight
before they go too far." Akane gave Ranma a look that said, see-it's-
not-that-hard-you-just-have-to-be-honest.
"And what would that be Mr. Tendo?" Hinako asked, still
speaking in a tone of voice quite unlike her usual.
Akane looked suddenly a lot less sure of himself. Ukyou held
up a thermos. "Here sugar, maybe this will help."
All the girls in class, including Miss Hinako, glared at Ukyou
for using such a familiar term.
Akane ignored their reaction, and took the thermos with a grateful
look at Ukyou. Unscrewing the top, he took a firm grip on the waist
band of his pants, and poured a small amount of hot water over his,
now her head.
Everyone, with the exception of Ranma and Ukyou, face
faulted.
Ukyou quickly produced another container, this one with cold
water. She was not going to take any chances leaving an Akane,
who could barely keep herself decently covered with her now
oversized clothes, female in a room loaded with hormone crazed
teenage boys. Akane, now male again, gave her a smile of
understanding. He looked at the members of their home room, who
had recovered partially, and were all staring at her with rather
glazed expressions on their faces.
"You see, I've picked up a variant of Ranma's curse, at first we
thought it was only going to be temporary, and that's why I tried to
keep it a secret. We found out last night that it's going to be more or
less permanent, and so there is no reason to hide it anymore. I
decided to keep coming as a guy, because of what would happen if I
was splashed with cold water. The difference in size is so great,
that I'd burst out of any clothing that comes close to fitting my
female body." Several boys in the room pricked up their ears,
looking very interested in this fact. "I'm sorry for fooling everyone,
and hope you can forgive me."
Akane had spent most of his speech staring at the ground,
while everyone else in the class had been mesmerized by Akane's
demonstration, and speech. Therefor, it came as a complete surprise
to everyone when, with a load wail, Hinako rushed from the room.
"Was, was she crying??" Ranma murmured softly to herself,
before noting that Hiroshi and Daisuke were inching away from her.
"What's with you guys?" She asked in surprise. The last thing the
two leachers ever did was try to avoid her while she was in girl form.
"You never told us the curses were catching!" Daisuke said
accusingly, while Hiroshi nodded in agreement. Ranma stared at
their fearful faces, a large sweat drop forming on the back of her
head.
"You're kidding, right?"
The clatter of the front door caused Cologne to shout in
irritation, "can't you read!? We're closed till further notice, go
away."
She looked up when a voice drawled sardonically, "my, what a
lovely welcome. Makes me feel right at home."
Cologne looked up from where she was leaning over a tattered
old book. "Oh, it's you son-in-law. What are you doing home so
early?"
Nabiki lifted an eyebrow at the son-in-law comment, but let it
pass. Truth be told, she rather liked the sound of it. Instead, she
said. "I found it advisable to vacate the school for a little while."
"Ah," Cologne said, "well, I did warn you to avoid boys."
Nabiki very nearly blushed. After realizing Akane and Ranma
were going to drop the deception, Nabiki had figured the reactions of
the students to the knowledge that she had scammed them, yet again,
would be fairly strong. Any other person would have decided at that
point to make themselves scarce. That was not the reason Nabiki
had decided to call it a day. She'd faced down outraged customers
before. She rather enjoyed doing it, their faces turned such lovely
shades.
It was not until she caught herself fantasizing about letting one
of the larger group of boys that would be looking for her, catch her,
preferable in an isolated spot where they would not be interrupted for
some time, that she had elected to make an early day of it. The urge
was still very strong, but she hated to admit she was so out of
control. Instead she changed the subject.
Looking around at all the tables that were liberally covered
with dirty dishes, she said. "I see you had a busy morning."
Cologne snorted, and lifted her gaze from the musty old book
she was reading, and glared at Nabiki. "What I had was a disaster.
Someone it seems, has ordered my waitress to remain a cat for a
week." Cologne looked back down at the book, but continued to talk.
"That being the case, why don't you take the apron from behind the
kitchen door and start clearing the tables. I'd like to get this place
clean before the lunch crowd gets here."
"Me?" Nabiki said in an incredulous voice. "You want me to
do dishes?" Cologne lifted her head once again and looked at Nabiki,
she did not say a word, but Nabiki backed up a step. "Right then.
You said the apron was behind the door?" Cologne said, nothing,
just went back to reading. "Right then, I'll just get started then."
Nabiki gave a shiver, and started to clear dirty dishes. She was an
order of magnitude more observant than Ranma, and what she had
observed in Cologne's eyes very clearly said she should shut up and
be very quiet while she washed the dishes.
"So Ranma, you're stuck like this are you?" Daisuke asked
"You're sure it's not catching?" A nervous Hiroshi added. At
Ranma's disgusted look he held up his hands and said, "Ok, ok, I
believe you, it's not catching." They were taking advantage of Miss
Hinako's absence to talk. The two boys in particular felt they owed
Ranma for the scam she almost pulled on them, and were eager to
even the score.
"I just want you to know that we'll be there for you Ranma."
Daisuke said, resting a hand on Ranma's shoulder. "If you ever need
anyone to talk to, we'll be here."
"Yea Ranma, we'll stand by you in this, and if you never
change back, we'll still be your friends through thick and thin."
"That's right, you can count on us."
"That's really swell guys. You know what would be even
better?"
"What's that?" They both said at once.
Ranma swatted both of them up side the head. "If you jerks
would stop drooling all over my tits while you're talking to me!!
You Bakas!"
Hiroshi and Daisuke both held the side of their heads, but the
grin they directed at Ranma was unrepentant. "Aw, give us a break
Ranma. You're just so darn cute."
"Yea, we can't help ourselves."
Ranma sighed in exasperation, but she wasn't really all that
mad. Unlike a lot of the boys, who tried to hide their appreciation of
her body, while buying Nabiki's stock of pictures out on a regular
basis, Daisuke and Hiroshi had always been up front concerning
their good humored lust for her form. More than once splashing her
to make it appear. Despite that, Ranma truly liked them, and
considered them friends. They, like most of the boys in Ranma's
class, had begged for introductions to the pig-tailed girl. Unlike the
other boys, however, they had not withdrawn in disgust from Ranma
when the truth was revealed. They had merely continued being her
friends. Keeping her company at school as a boy, and leering with
good humor at her girl side whenever it made an appearance.
Seeing as how Miss Hinako was gone, Ranma decided to
engage in one of her favorite class room activity. "So, anyone up for
a game of cards."
"Strip poker?" Hiroshi asked, waggling his eyebrows at her.
"Baka?" Ranma said. "All I want from you is your lunch
money. Looking at your pathetic bodies would just kill my appetite."
"Yea right, in your dreams Saotome."
"Is that really you Akane?"
Unlike Ranma, most of Akane's friends were avoiding her,
only two, and Ukyou, were currently gathered around him. It had
taken them a little longer to get up the nerve then Ranma's two
cronies. However, their curiosity had finally overwhelmed them. If,
unlike Daisuke and Hiroshi, they were taking Akane's status with
less than glee, neither were they retreating from her in disgust, like
the other girls in the class. If anyone had asked them, they might
have said that they'd expected something like this to happen to
Akane someday. Akane was closer to the weirdness that surrounded
Ranma than anyone. It was bound to rub off on her eventually.
"Yes, it's all me." Akane answered Yuki, who was staring up at
Akane, a rather forlorn look on her face.
"It must be so strange." She said.
"You have no idea. If it weren't for Ranma and Ukyou, I don't
know if I'd be handling it as well as I am."
"Ukyou?" Kanomi said, "I thought you two were rivals?"
Kanomi was a new friend, she had arrived at school a few months
ago, and had kept to herself, until Akane had dragged her into their
group. She was a tall blond with long wavy hair. She has some sort
of a condition that kept her from attending gym, but despite that, she
and Akane got along very well. Surprisingly, after her initial
reaction, she seemed to be taking Akane's transformation in stride.
She had been the first to come over to talk, and except for an initial,
wow, effect, had not seemed bothered in the least by Akane's new
form.
"That's old news sugar." Ukyou said. "I dropped my claim to
Ranma-honey a few months ago. I have a new guy now."
Kanomi looked at her speculatively. "Anyone we know?"
Both Akane and Ukyou suddenly looked flustered. "No!" They
both said at once. Yuki blinked at their vehemence, but Kanomi
merely smiled, and looked speculatively between the two of them.
Yuki seemed to be oblivious to their flustered condition.
Instead, she looked across at Ranma. "What about you and Ranma?
She won't be chasing other girls all the time now, but it must make
it pretty hard. Her being a girl and all."
Kanomi snorted with laughter. "I bet pretty hard is a good
description of the situation. How about it Akane," she said with a
knowing look. "Are things 'hard' between you and Ranma?"
Akane looked even more flustered, but fortunately, an
interruption occurred.
"Aloha, Keiki. It is I, the big Kahuna. Come to teach all you
poor neglected bruddas and sistas while the little Wahine, she get
control of herself."
A not so muffled groan echoed through the class room. the
only ones not upset were Akane and Ukyou, who welcomed even this
insane interruption.
"Damn!" Cologne slammed the book in front of her shut with a
bang, causing Nabiki, who was elbow deep in hot sudsy water, to
jump in surprise. Turning she looked over at the elder, who for the
last hour had been silently studying.
"Problems?" She asked.
Instead of answering her, Cologne asked a question of her own.
"You mentioned that the Suzuka potion had some side effects. What
were they?"
Nabiki thought for a minute, and then, said. "I would have to
say that it appears to have affected their libidos. They lost control of
their sexual urges. Ranma experienced uncontrolled orgasms, it was
almost like she was having a seizure. Mousse, according to
Shampoo, became much bolder and even more aggressive than
usual. Which is saying a lot for him. I experienced that first hand.
He forced himself on me when I tried to get him to leave Shampoo
and I alone. I believe Shampoo filled you in on what happened
then?"
"Indeed she did. What of Ryouga, how did this manifest in
him?"
Nabiki frowned. Her face showing the debate she was having
with herself over whether she should tell or not, finally she decided
on the truth. "He raped Ranma." She said bluntly, and was rewarded
by seeing Cologne start in shock, but she recovered quickly.
"I see. That then, is what you meant by Ranma having a
greater skill in self-deception."
"That's right. Ranma is fully convinced that it was nothing
more than another type of fight."
"And do you agree with that?"
"No! I watched her at school this morning when she faced
Kuno. I've been watching Ranma for a very long time, and
especially how she reacts in battle. She was scared of Kuno, and I
can only think of one thing that would cause that. She's been
affected more than she knows by what Ryouga did to her."
"Do you think it is likely to happen again?"
"That's hard to say. It was completely out of character for
Ryouga, so I have to agree with Ranma that it was the potion.
Ranma seems free of the side effects the potion caused in her, but
then, she has not been taking it on a regular basis, just the one time,
as well, she took a massive dose that one time, so she's maybe not a
good control for evaluating the long term effect the potion. We have
to assume that Ryouga is still taking it., he would have no reason to
stop. Mousse has been taking it on a regular basis, and was still
suffering side effects yesterday, if that is any indication."
"I notice you didn't mention what sort of side effect it had on
Shampoo?"
Nabiki snorted, "The fact that we are having this conversation,
and that I spent the night sleeping with a cat should be all that you
need to know about what it did to Shampoo." Nabiki looked around,
and asked. "Where is the little fur ball anyway?" Her tone of voice
contradicted the words she used. It was softer and gentler than her
normal speaking voice, and the sarcasm sounded good humored,
rather than bitter.
"She was sleeping on the seat of her new bike earlier, but we
had an incident, and I put her upstairs as a guard."
"Guard? Guard against what? Or should I say who?"
"That is the problem. I don't know. Mousse seems to have
gained some skill in magic, and has created something, or as you
said, someone. His behavior was, as you described, very out of
character, and quite arrogant. Have you noted any signs that Ranma
might be demonstrating magical ability?" Nabiki suddenly lost her
rather laconic pose, and Cologne took note of the sudden intense
look that crossed her face. "You did notice something then?"
"When Ranma and Akane became intimate for the first time, a
golden glow surrounded them, it blew out several electronic devices
in Akane's room. Even more importantly, ever since then, Akane
seems to have a full blown Jusenkyo curse, even though she was only
exposed to the instant variety. I'm sure that it's a result of the
energy Ranma emitted."
"That could be it then, but I'm at a loss as to how Mousse was
able to focus it so well."
"Just what did duck boy do anyway?"
"You had better come upstairs. It will be easier to explain if
you see for yourself. Not that I have any explanation to offer at the
moment."
The first thing Nabiki noted upon entering Shampoo's room
was Shampoo, in human form, sitting on a chair. As soon as
Shampoo saw Nabiki and Cologne, she used a nearby glass of water
to change form, and wriggled out of her clothes. Nabiki reflexively
held out her arms as Shampoo dashed across the room and leaped at
her. Cuddling the small cat, who looked worried, she whispered,
"It's alright kitten, I did say you could change in an emergency."
Nabiki did not say anything else, her attention was elsewhere,
because the second thing she saw after entering the room was also
Shampoo. This Shampoo was laying on the bed, and unlike the
purple tresses of Nabiki's love, had pure white hair. Her nude
condition served to show that her hair color was no die job. Or if it
was, a very thorough one.
Nabiki turned to Cologne, an eyebrow arched in surprise.
"Mousse did this?" She asked.
"I assume so. I entered the room to find him looming over her.
His intent was very clear. I stopped him. Something he did not take
well to at all. He attacked me."
"Mousse?" Nabiki said in some surprise. "Are you sure he
knew it was you?" She asked, knowing the blind boy's penchant for
attacking everything but his real target.
"Oh yes, there can be no doubt as to that. He was perfectly
aware of who I was. His behavior was a mystery, as was the means
he used to attack me."
"Used a style you're not familiar with?"
"No. It was his style, but modified. He imbued his weapons
with far more massive amounts of his chi, or ki as you would say
than is normal for him. It gave him greater than normal control over
his weapons, but I can't believe he felt the side effects worth the
extra little bit of control."
"How so, I would have thought the more control the better?"
"You would think so, but by placing so much of his life energy
into them, he made them temporally part of his body, which besides
giving him more control, also let him feel pain when they were
damaged."
A low moan from the girl on the bed broke into their
conversation. They both turned as one, and three pairs of eyes
watched as the girl on the bed brought her hand to her head, her face
twisted in a grimace of pain. Her eyes opened, and she looked
blearily around the room. "What? . . . Where? . . .YOU!" The last
was screamed out as her eyes focused on Nabiki. She stiffened in
preparation of launching an attack, and Nabiki stepped back hastily.
Shampoo hissed a warning in the direction of the stranger, causing
her to notice the cat cradled in Nabiki's arm's for the first time.
"Shampoo! I'll save you my darling!" She lunged out of bed, and
fell flat on her face, her feet tangled in the bedding. As she fought
with the bedclothes, she continued to hurl threats at Nabiki, vowing
to punish her for what she had done to her precious Shampoo.
The other three people in the room big sweated, and looked at
each other. "Well," Cologne said with a wry look, "now we know
who she is."
Nabiki nodded, and added. "The question now is, who was it
you chased out of this room earlier?"
"Ahhhhhhhh, what have you done to me!?" Three heads turned
to focus on the white haired girl, who was kneeling on the floor now.
She was looking down at her large firm breasts, a look of utter shock
on her face."
Nabiki chuckle. "Well Mousse, look at it this way. You always
wanted Shampoo's body, now you have _OUCH!" Nabiki cried out
in pain as a stabbing sensation drove through her left arm. She
glared down at the cat in her arms, who looked back with an
innocent, who-me, expression. Nabiki lifted the cat so they were
face to face. "That was foolish, understandable, but foolish. I hope
you enjoy the consequences, because I know I'm going to."
Shampoo looked defiant, but Nabiki was pleased to see a glimmer of
uncertainty in the cat's eyes. The episode last night had shown
Shampoo that Nabiki was quite capable of punishing her in ways
that were anything but enjoyable.
Nabiki was suddenly knocked sprawling as she was tackled by
the enraged former boy. Shampoo went flying from her arms, and
Nabiki twisted her head to look at Cologne, expecting to see some
help coming from that direction. To her surprise, Cologne merely
perched on her staff, giving no indication that she was aware Nabiki
was struggling to keep Mousse's hands away from her throat. Her
surprise turned to shock as Cologne inserted her staff between
Shampoo, who had been about to attack Mousse, and the struggling
pair. Cologne's eyes met Nabiki's and the mercenary girl realized
she was on her own.
Nabiki had time to wonder if this was Cologne's revenge, then
she was too busy to think of anything else except protecting herself.
The two girls rocked back and forth across the floor as Nabiki tried
desperately to toss Mousse off of her body. Mousse declined to be
thrown, and remained on top of her, all the time trying her
damnedest to get her hands around Nabiki's throat. At first Nabiki
was too busy to think about the unlikelihood of her being able to last
more then a second in a fight with Mousse. Then, she realized that
the only reason Mousse was putting up any fight at all, was a result
of her insane rage at Nabiki. Compared to Shampoo, the girl
struggling with her had very little physical strength. As a matter of
fact. . . Nabiki stopped trying to throw Mousse off of her body,
instead she grasped the other girl's slim wrists, and concentrated on
forcing Mousse's hands away from her throat.
Mousse's eyes widened in shock as Nabiki easily disengaged
her hands, and started to force them up and away from her. A grim
light lit Nabiki's eyes, and her mouth twisted into a scowl, as she
forced Mousse's hands higher and higher. Neither one of the
struggling girls noticed as Cologne gave a nod of satisfaction, as if
some idea of hers had just been confirmed.
Nabiki gave a twist to the side, and this time managed to topple
Mousse over on her back. Nabiki quickly pressed her advantage, and
threw herself over so she was laying on top of the white haired girl.
Holding the other girl's hands well over Mousse's head, she pressed
them tightly to the floor. Mousse writhed under her, but this time
Nabiki had the upper hand, and she simply lay there and enjoyed the
other girl's struggles. Finally, Mousse went limp and glared up at
her. "You haven't won bitch. I don't know how you did it, but I'll
stop you no matter what you try."
Nabiki stiffened at Mousse words, and her eyes narrowed.
"There is just one thing wrong with that my dear." Nabiki leaned
down and very deliberately, licked one of Mousse's recently acquired
female nipples. Shampoo wailed in shock, while Mousse was too
flabbergasted to do more than gasp in surprise as strange sensations
shot through her new body.
"You pervert!" Mousse finally gasped out. Nabiki lifted her
face up from Mousse's breast, which glistened with her saliva.
"Exactly!" Nabiki said with an evil grin. At Mousse's shocked
look she continued. "I'm not Ranma, Mousse. I have no intention of
living the rest of my live wondering when you are going to stick a
knife in my back." She turned to Cologne, and was pleased to see
that the old woman was looking nonplused at her actions. That was
good, Nabiki counted on doing the unexpected. Being predicable
was a bad thing.
"How much?" She asked Cologne, who blinked in surprise.
"How much for what?" Cologne asked, then her eyes widened,
and she gasped. "You don't mean . . .?"
"Oh yes I do mean. How much for this one? I have a yen for a
matching pair, and don't expect me to pay anywhere near what I
payed for Shampoo. This little mouse is no where near being in
kitten's league."
"You can't do that!" Mousse yelled in shock, renewing her
struggles against Nabiki's grip.
"I beg to differ my little rodent." Nabiki said. "You most
assuredly had possession of that slave potion, and under Amazon law
Cologne has no choice. Isn't that right Grandmother?" Nabiki
asked. She looked over at Cologne, who cursed silently to herself.
Damn Shampoo, why couldn't she keep her mouth shut. Well,
Cologne thought, as she looked down as Shampoo's shocked feline
face, she's paying the price for her foolishness now. Cologne looked
back at Nabiki.
"You are correct, I have no choice, the law is the law, as my
Great Granddaughter pointed out not too long ago." She looked over
at the shocked form of Mousse, running her eyes over her body, so
like Shampoo's in many ways, but so different in others. Mousse's
new body had no where near Shampoo's muscle tone. She had the
body Shampoo might have had if she had been born into a life of
luxury, never having to fight or strain a day in her life. Firm and
shapely, but soft in the ways that counted to an Amazon. That was
what Cologne had noticed earlier, and was why she had not
interfered in the fight between the two girls.
"I will not argue with you that she is not equal to Shampoo, but
still, she is attractive, I could get a good price for her on the docks."
Nabiki just looked back at her. "But you're not going to do that
are you. You might threaten, but you would not really do that, not
unless you have to. We both know that I'm the only real option."
Unlike with Shampoo, Nabiki felt no sexual pleasure at bargaining
for Mousse's body, and had no intention of getting into an elaborate
argument on the girl's worth. "I'll give you ten thousand yen for
her, take it or leave it."
"And if I leave it?"
"Then, I'll go down to the docks with you, and we'll try and get
a good price for her."
Implicit in Nabiki remark was the fact that Mousse was not going to
remain free to harass her. One way or the other, she intended to see
the new born girl removed as a threat to her.
Mousse who had been laying is a numb stupor, came back to
herself. "You're a fool if you think I'll sit idly by and let you have
your way in this."
Nabiki did not even look down at her. "I take it you have
methods of insuring that she causes no problems for me."
Cologne was looking more and more reluctant, but she
answered. "Yes, there are several methods. There is the Xi Fa
Xiang Gao for instance. I could erase her memory. As far as she
would know, she would have always been your slave. This is not a
preferred option under the law, the elders of the time wanted the girl
to be aware of just what she had lost, and what was happening to
her. They would have hamstrung her, or disabled her by some other
means, but in this case, I suppose it is an option."
"NO!!" You can't do that!" Mousse yelled, bucking under
Nabiki, trying to throw her off her female body. Cologne noticed the
apparent ease with which Nabiki was holding her in place, despite
Mousse using several advanced martial art moves in her attempt to
escape. Nabiki seemed to be countering them without thought.
Aided by Mousse's weaker body, she was having no difficulty
retaining her dominant position. Another supposition clicked into
place.
Nabiki leered down at the struggling girl. "Oh but she can, my
little mouse, and she'll have to if I insist on it. Isn't that right
Grandmother?" When Cologne hesitated, Nabiki tried to project a
more reasonable image. "Grandmother, I don't like operating in this
manner, but Mousse leaves me little choice. This is the only way I
can ensure I'm going to wake up every morning."
"I see, so you only wish to control her. You do not truly wish
to posses her?"
Nabiki smiled, and it was not a nice smile. "As I may have
mentioned before. I am not Ranma. I am not in the habit of not
using my own property. I have every intention of possessing her in
every meaning of the word." Nabiki felt a tremor pass through the
girl under her, and she looked down at Mousse. For the first time
fear was evident in that face, and Nabiki felt a rush of pleasure over
the fact that she was responsible for it.
Nabiki's words seemed to drive a spike through Shampoo's
heart, and the little cat felt the urge to curl up in a ball, and hide
from the world. Tears trickled from her eyes, and dampened her
whiskers.
"Shampoo?" Nabiki said in a soft voice.
Shampoo looked up at her owner, and was caught in the dark
brown pools that were her eyes. They seemed to bore right into her
soul. She gave a shiver, but did not drop her gaze.
"What's the matter kitten? Do you think I love you any less?"
Shampoo started in surprise, and Nabiki sighed. "You really should
start listening you know. I keep telling you. I'm not a very nice
person, but kitten, one thing I am, is very much in love with you.
It's not something I would have gone looking for, but it happened,
and I have no intention of fighting it. However, that does not mean
I'm going to let you dictate my behavior. Come here!" Shampoo's
rocked back in surprise as Nabiki's calm voice suddenly became icy
as she snapped out her order. Before she realized what she was
doing, she was walking toward Nabiki and Mousse. As she did,
Nabiki looked back up at Cologne, her eyes steely.
"Ten thousand Yen, take it or leave it. What's it going to be?"
Cologne's own eyes flashed back, but she looked at the figure
of her Great Granddaughter, and remembered the evidence of the
soul scanner. No matter what Nabiki said, there was no way she
could truly emotionally hurt Shampoo, not without feeling that pain
herself. If Shampoo was truly distressed by the situation, and
remained that way, Nabiki would feel that pain as her own. Nabiki
did not strike her as one who would live with pain if she did not have
to, she would bow to Shampoo's suffering in the end, and stop this if
that was what was needed. So, despite how galling she found it to
give the impression of caving into the younger woman, she
surrendered this particular fight. "Very well, Ten thousand Yen."
She turned and hopped toward the door, then she paused, and turned
back. "You do have the money now don't you? I would hate for you
to handle the merchandise, and then, decline to pay." Cologne
smiled to herself as Mousse flinched under her words. It served the
fool right. If she had not been so stupid, Cologne would not be in
this position.
"In my school bag." Nabiki said, without looking at Cologne,
she was drinking in the fear on Mousse's face, and could not pull her
gaze away.
Mousse gazed up at the face of his captor, and felt an acid
burning in her stomach. The look in Nabiki's eyes was something
Mousse could have gone her whole life gladly without seeing. It
seemed to pierce right to her center. She found herself unable to
look away, and when Nabiki released her wrists, she continued to lie
there, Nabiki's weight pressing her down into the floor. She could
feel her bare back and ass grinding into the wooden surface, while
Nabiki's breasts pressed against her own.
Her own breasts! Oh, kami, what had happened to her? How
had this happen? She had drunk the whole bottle of slave potion.
No! She hadn't! Something had taken control of her, and made her
swallow it. Why was she still alive? That much potion should have
completely destroyed her chi, should have left her a lifeless husk. Or
would it have? Ryouga said Ranma had drained a whole bottle and
survived. Was Ryouga's version of the potion degraded? False?
Not as effective? Maybe, but why was she a girl? Nothing in the
potion could have done that. Could it have warped her curse? That
made no sense.
The thoughts raced through Mousse's mind as she tried to
come to grip with the impossibility of her current situation. It was
not till Nabiki rolled off her body, and stretched out along side her,
that she came back to the present situation. It was the hand cupping
one of her new breasts that did it. Strange sensations rippled
through her body, and she twisted her head around to stare in shock
at the hand slowly rubbing her flesh.
"Ah, good, I see you're back with us." Nabiki purred, as
she flicked one of Mousse's nipples with a long sharp fingernail.
Mousse gave a small gasp as the sharp pain mixed with the
unfamiliar sensations running through her body. A low growl
sounded near her head, and she twisted once more, this time to look
at Shampoo, scant inches away, and looking at her with death in her
eyes. Mousse could swear she could see little flames danced in her
pupils. . . See! Mousse suddenly realized something that drove every
other thought out of her head. "I can see!" She exclaimed in
wonder. "I CAN SEE!!!" She tried to sit up, but Nabiki pressed her
back down on her back, compressing the breast she was using as a
handle as she did so. The sensation of having her breast mauled
brought Mousse back to her senses, and her hands rose to try and
pull Nabiki's hand away from her sensitive flesh. "Don't touch me!"
She snarled.
Nabiki snarled in turn, how dare this little bitch try and tell her
what do. Grasping one of Mousse's wrists, she wrenched the girl
over onto her belly. Nabiki held the struggling girl with ease, and
ordered Shampoo to bring her some of the scraps from the dress they
had torn up the night before. For a second Shampoo looked like she
was going to refuse, but then, with her head held low, and her tail
dragging, she retrieved the items Nabiki requested. Using the scraps
of cloth, Nabiki quickly bound Mousse's hands behind her back, and
then, pulled her legs up one by one, and tied them to her wrists.
When she was finished, Mousse-chan was hogtied, and quite, quite
helpless.
Nabiki surveyed her handiwork with pleasure. She was
practically dripping from passion. The thrill of overpowering
Mousse with nothing but her own body and strength was incredibly
stimulating. Nabiki noticed Shampoo sulking in the corner, and her
expression grew grim. "Shampoo!" She snapped out. When the cat
looked up at her, she glared at her and said. "You have no one to
blame but yourself. If you hadn't tried to scam me yesterday, it
would be you I'd be playing with right now. I know how you feel
about Mousse, and frankly, I don't give a damn. You can either
spend this night, and every night for the rest of the week in the
storage room, or you can help me test drive my new toy. I won't
order you, and if you decide to not help, I won't hold it against you,
but I'm not going to let you spoil my fun. Make up your mind.
What is it going to be?"
Shampoo looked back and forth between her mistress and
Mousse. She was burning up with jealousy at the thought of Nabiki
with someone else, but she knew Nabiki was not going to be swayed
from this coarse of action. For a second she was tempted to use
some hot water to restore her normal form. She could kick Mousse's
ass out the window, and take Nabiki to bed by force, no matter how
much the other girl might fight. She could do that, but if she did,
she'd be miserable. She loved it when Nabiki used her body.
Placing herself utterly in Nabiki's hands was the most exciting thing
that she had ever done. Much as sharing Nabiki with Mousse
disgusted her, not being with her mistress would be far, far worse.
Shampoo came to a decision. She straightened her drooping
tail. Lifted her eyes, and looked Nabiki straight in the face. "Merp,"
She burbled. The stern look on Nabiki's face melted, and she
dropped to her knees, gathering Shampoo into her arms.
"Oh, kitten, I'm so happy. It just wouldn't have been as much
fun without you here." She turned to look at Mousse, who had quit
struggling, and was looking at her once again with fear in her eyes.
Nabiki glowed with pleasure at that look. She held Shampoo up to
her face, and stage whispered in her ear. "Everything looks so good
kitten. I don't know where to start. How about you? Do you have
any ideas?" Mousse's eyes went, if anything, wider than they already
were as Shampoo turned speculative cat eyes her way. She suddenly
felt very much like the mouse Nabiki had named her.
With Shampoo in her arms, Nabiki walked around the bound
form on the floor. Mousse found herself blushing under that
intimate appraisal, and then, blushed even redder for showing
weakness in front of an enemy, and Shampoo. Her train of thought
was broken when Nabiki finally made her first move. To her shame
she gave a muffled squeal, when Nabiki bent over and ran a sharp
nail along the soul of her foot. In her old body, she had callouses on
top of her callouses. She could walk over hot coals with impunity.
This body had no such toughness. It was without blemish or scar,
the skin as delicate and sensitive as a new born.
Nabiki gave a low laugh of appreciation at Mousse's sensitivity.
"Oh yes, this is going to be _so_ much fun." Using her foot, she
rolled Mousse over on her side. Nabiki then set Shampoo down
beside Mousse, and reached out and tweaked one of Mousse's
nipples. Mousse gave a little gasp, and the small bud became hard
and rigid under Nabiki's fingers. "Why don't you play with these
for a while kitten." Nabiki suggested. "I want to freshen up."
Nabiki stood, leaving Shampoo on the floor, and walked over to the
door. Just before she left, she turned and said to Shampoo. "Play
nice, I'd be very annoyed to come back and find you've scratched my
new toy before I've had a chance to really put it through its paces.
Nabiki shut the door behind her, and leaned against the wall
with a sigh. She hated doing that to Shampoo, but she had to settle
this situation, and this was the best way she could think of. Besides,
she thought, thinking of the expression on Mousse's face, it
promised to be great fun.
"I don't appreciate being handed ultimatums in my own home
son-in-law." Nabiki turned her head to look at Cologne, who was
sitting on her staff in the middle of the hallway.
"I'm sorry, but I won't let anyone tell me how to run my
personal life."
"And are you planning on making Mousse part of that personal
life?"
Nabiki snorted. "Please, give me some credit. Shampoo would
rip her throat out if I ever made full use of her." Nabiki was
vehement in her denial about using Mousse fully, but there was a
certain look in her eyes that suggested she wished it was otherwise.
"I need to put the fear of me into Mousse, and I need to teach
Shampoo some discipline. She could turn me into hamburger
anytime she took the notion. I need to keep the whip on her.
Neither one of us would be happy with her as the one in charge of
our relationship. She wants someone to tell her what to do, and I've
never been one to take orders well."
"You had better learn!" Cologne said grimly. Nabiki looked
over at her with surprise, but before she could say anything, Cologne
continued. "Didn't you find it at all surprising that you could handle
Mousse so easily?"
"I assumed it was because her new body lacked muscle tone,
and she was no stronger than me."
"That is part of the reason, but not all of it. As far as I can tell,
and from what I observed, Mousse still possesses the knowledge of
her old skill. It would do her little good against Ranma or Shampoo,
but against you it should have been more than enough."
"Stop," Nabiki said in a mocking tone, "You'll give me a
swelled head." Something flashed through the air between them, and
thumped into Nabiki's hand. She stared in surprise at the throwing
shuriken that was gripped between the index and forefinger of her
right hand. She paled, if she had not caught that . . .!
"The linkage between you and Shampoo is more pronounced
than I first thought. You are accessing her skill. Along with the
physical attributes you gained when your demonic heritage kicked
in, it makes you a reasonably formidable foe. At least for someone
in Mousse's present condition. You can not be permitted to go un-
trained."
"Permitted? And what if I don't choose to be trained?" Nabiki
drawled, then, eeked in shock as a veritable swarm of throwing
shuriken flashed toward her. There was dozen thumps as they bit
into the wooden wall on either side of her body, and one between her
legs. Nabiki looked from side to side, and then down at the lethal
hardware bracketing her.
"I don't really need your permission." Cologne said matter of
factly. "But it would be much more pleasant for you if we had a
regular training routine. At the moment you can only use your
newfound talent instinctively, if you have time to think, you would
trip over your own feet, trying to react in two very different ways."
A drop of sweat ran down Nabiki's forehead, and hung from
her nose. She wiped it away with a finger. "I thought you said you
couldn't train me?"
"That was in the sexual aspects of your condition. I can, and
will train you in the normal physical mastery of your body."
Nabiki looked at Cologne in resignation. Damn she hated
sweating, at least the type of sweating one did in a dojo. She sighed
and gave into the inevitable. "This is for giving you an ultimatum
isn't it?"
"Why son-in-law, how could you suggest such a thing? Do you
really think I'm so petty as to extract satisfaction in such a manner?"
"In a word, yes."
Cologne chuckled. "I always liked you girl. You might turn
out to be almost as much fun as Ranma." She turned and hopped
away. For her part, Nabiki headed for the shower, cursing the fate
that moved her from her preferred role of observer, into a more
active role in the madness that was life in Nerima. Then, her mind
conjured up an image of Shampoo, bound and waiting her pleasure,
and she decided there was reasonable compensation for the
inconvenience.
Back in the bedroom, Mousse and Shampoo stared at each
other. Shampoo with slit eyed dislike, and Mousse in painful
realization. She had never seen that look in Shampoo's eyes before,
not that if had never been there before she realized, but because she
had never seen Shampoo's eyes so clearly before. For the first time
in her life, she could see her beloved with crystal clarity, and the
view was not by any stretch of the imagination living up to her
dreams. She bowed her head, and whispered. "Please, Shampoo,
just free me. I'll take you away from the demon. I'll get you the
help you need."
Mousse winced at the kitty snarl Shampoo generated in
reaction to that statement. "I understand, I've been a fool. All I ask
is that you let me do this for you, and I'll be out of your life forever.
Mousse was lying through her teeth about getting out of
Shampoo's life. She hated to do it, but if that was what was
necessary, then so be it. She vowed she'd turn that fire in
Shampoo's eyes, into one of passion.
Before that could happen, they had to escape from the demon,
she put all the sincerity she could muster into her voice as she tried
to reason with Shampoo. "I know you have some control left. You
are not doing what the demon bitch ordered you to do to me. You
still have control. Let me free you, please." Shampoo stiffened at
Mousse's words, and for a minute Mousse thought she'd gotten
through to her.
Shampoo glared at the girl laying in front of her. It was like
looking into some sort of bizarre mirror. Except for the hair, they
could have been twins. The words her 'twin' had uttered had bitten
like a knife. She had made a vow to herself when she had gone to
Nabiki that first night. She had vowed to make herself utterly
Nabiki's. Mousse words drove home how badly she had betrayed
that vow. Her mistress had given her an order, and she had let
personal distaste prevent her from carrying it out. She stared in
defiance at the girl in her body, and deliberately marched forward.
"That's it Shampoo, free me, and I'll take both of us away from
here."
But it was not the ties binding Mousse that were Shampoo's
target. Mousse arched her back in shock, as a sandpapery tongue
lashed across one of her sensitive new nipples. Again the small pink
tongue attacked, and Mousse gasped yet again as the little bud grew
rock hard under Shampoo's attention. Mousse's mind screamed at
her to roll away, to keep Shampoo from degrading herself in this
matter, but her body had different ideas. She found herself pushing
her new breasts toward Shampoo, and tears of pleasure started to run
from her eyes as Shampoo lashed, first one, than the other nipple,
with her active, and rough, little tongue. The small barbs on
Shampoo's tongue created a sensation was like nothing Mousse had
ever experienced before.
"Well, well, well, and isn't that a sight to warm the cockles of
one heart. Whatever cockles are." Shampoo looked up from her task
to see Nabiki standing in the doorway. Her hair wet from the
shower, and one of Shampoo short bathrobes tied loosely around her
waist. It was open in the front, and framed Nabiki's proud breasts to
perfection. Shampoo found herself drooling as she looked at those
delectable orbs. She had an overwhelming urge to leap into the
other girls arms and to treat them just as she had been treating
Mousse's.
Nabiki's eyes took in the panting form of Mousse, noticed the
light sheen of sweat that coated that oh so familiar body, and felt a
stirring in her own groin. "Very good, very good indeed kitten,
you've done well."
Shampoo swelled with pride at Nabiki's words. Suddenly, she
felt a wash of affection for Mousse, because of that fool, she had been
able to please her mistress. She fought down the urge to run to
Nabiki, and instead bent forward once more, and took one of
Mousse's nipples delicately between her razor sharp teeth. She bit
down lightly, while at the same time, she licked the tip of the
trapped bud eagerly with her tongue. In her mind, it was darker
nipple, on a slightly smaller breast, and she expended all the
attention she longed to expend on Nabiki, on the fool on the floor.
Nabiki felt an intense love for Shampoo. The little cat was
doing something she hated, merely because Nabiki had told her to do
it. In no more profound way could she have demonstrated her love
and commitment to Nabiki. Nabiki longed to fetch a cup of hot
water so she could express the love she felt properly, but she was as
bound by Shampoo's punishment as the Amazon was. She could not
arbitrarily cancel it. That would defeat the whole purpose of the
exercise. She consoled herself with the knowledge of how much fun
it would be in a week when Shampoo's punishment was lifted. For
now she would have to be happy with what she had, and that meant
making sure Mousse would never dream of crossing her.
Nabiki had given some thought to the matter, and had
concluded it was waste of her time to try to intimidate Mousse with
purely physical pain. Her new body was sensitive enough, but a
martial artist with any sort of talent soon learned to deal with pain.
No, Nabiki intended to make Mousse deal with something she was
not use to, raw, undiluted, unrestrained, pleasure.
From the moment she had walked in the bedroom door,
Mousse's eyes had been focused on her. She was the first attractive
girl Mousse had ever seen clearly in the nude, or near nude.
Whatever the changes to her body, she still had her old drives and
desires, and against her will, she found herself reacting powerfully to
Nabiki's presence.
With a casual shrug of her shoulders, Nabiki let the robe slip
completely from her body. She watched Mousse's eyes intently as
she did so, and felt a rush of gratification when she spotted her
pupils dilating. She smiled to herself. Whatever body Mousse might
wear now, she still had a healthy appreciation of the female form.
Nabiki had to wonder how, however. Considering he was as blind as
a bat, or rather had been. Just how had he developed an image of a
good looking woman to fill his fantasy? Brail? Maybe so, in which
case, Mousse's would have very skillful fingers. Or maybe not. In
any case, Nabiki knew it would be fun finding out.
Mousse watched the brown haired girl with wide frightened
eyes. She was so helpless, no matter how she struggled, she did not
seem able to muster the strength to break her fragile bonds. Her
problems were compounded by the fact that she was having a great
deal of trouble reconciling herself to her current situation. She was a
girl. She had breasts. Large heavy lumps that pressed against her
chest, sending unfamiliar sensations to her mind. The sensations
were escalated by the attention Shampoo-neko was lavishing on
them. Every lick from that rough little tongue sent a flash of fire
rushing through her.
As the strange feeling continued to come in from all over her
new body, she felt wetness growing between her thighs. For an
instant, her old reflexes caused her to wonder if she had embarrassed
herself in front of the other two girls. Then, with a flash of insight,
she realized what she was feeling was the final proof that she was
now completely female, with not a single vestige of her masculinity
left. The sensation of wet heat between her legs was her vagina.
Vagina! Tears trickled down her cheeks. She would never be able
to show Shampoo her love in a proper fashion now. She would
never sink her manhood into Shampoo body.
"Tears?" A soft voice asked.
Mousse blinked her eyes free of the moisture, and discovered
Nabiki's face inches from her own. While Mousse had been lost in
the feelings her new body was experiencing, Nabiki had lain down
beside her, trapping Shampoo between their bodies. The little cat
broke off its oral attention to Mousse's breasts, and gave Nabiki's a
lick instead. Mousse saw the brown haired girl's eyes slit with
pleasure, but she reached down and moved Shampoo's head away
from her own lovely brown breasts, and back to Mousse's pale, wild
strawberry tipped mounds.
"Now, now kitten, don't neglect our quest. You and I will have
lots of time to play later."
Mousse wanted to cry out, for Nabiki to leave him alone, to go
away. Yes! To even go and play with Mousse's beloved Shampoo.
Only leave her alone. She said none of these things. Instead she
gasped as once again Shampoo turned her attention toward her new
breasts. Guilt rose up in her, she should be fighting, not allowing
this to happen. She couldn't help herself. She had dreamed for so
long of making love to Shampoo, that even this pale substitute was
heaven.
Mousse's eyes widened, as she felt a human hand cup one of
her breasts, the one Shampoo was not licking. She stared at Nabiki,
frozen in fear, as the brown haired girl manipulated the flesh of
Mousse's new body part. She quivered in relief when Nabiki finally
moved her hand away, but her relief was short lived. She gave a
small squeak of shock as she felt Nabiki's hand slid down her belly,
and felt fingers dancing all around her groin. She felt as if she had
an erection that would split wood, but she knew the sensation was
false. It was her brain's way of trying to translate nerve impulses it
had never experienced before. So, it substituted one feeling of
arousal, for another.
Mousse gave thanks to the Kami that at least in this body, she
was not giving away how badly her body was handling Nabiki's
ministrations. Then, Nabiki's fingers slipped lower, and for the first
time in her life, Mousse felt her flesh part. She arched her back as
best she could, what with the way she was tied, but all she served to
do was to drive Nabiki's probing finger deeper into her body. Nabiki
quickly withdrew her finger, but not before a sharp pain lanced
between Mousse's legs.
"How sweet, our little girl is a virgin. Or is that was?"
Mousse's eyes crossed, as Nabiki held a finger up in front of her
eyes. It was wet and slick with what Mousse knew must be her own
juices, and there was a faint trace of blood. Her blood! Her virgin
blood! She felt a tremor run through her body, the muscles in her
upper thighs clenched, a burning sensation started in her groin and
spread to her include her whole mid-section. Mousse's hips started
to pump and a soft wail started to escape her mouth as all the
muscles in her body suddenly went rigid. Wave after wave of
pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced before crashed
over her awareness, drowning out all other stimuli.
Shampoo hastily backed off as Mousse began to thrash within
the limits allowed by her bonds. Inarticulate sounds issued from her
wide spread mouth, and her eyes were opened wide, and stared
rigidly at nothing. Beside Shampoo, Nabiki was equally surprised.
At first she had thought Mousse was once again fighting her
captivity, but she soon realized the new girl was in the throes of her
first orgasm. Why that should be, Nabiki had no idea. Neither
Shampoo nor she had stimulated Mousse to the point where an
explosion of this magnitude was likely.
As Mousse's gasps of pleasure went on and on, and her body
continued to contort, Nabiki began to feel worried that she might be
suffering from a similar condition to the one Ranma had experienced
several days before. Nabiki cast a look at where Shampoo was
watching Mousse. She grimaced, Shampoo would be one very
unhappy kitty if Nabiki was forced to treat Mousse as Akane had
treated Ranma. Somehow she had a feeling Shampoo would be a lot
less willing to share her male form with Mousse. Then, just as she
was beginning to fear she would have to find out the hard way,
Mousse gave one last gasp, and collapsed on the floor.
Nabiki leaned in over the panting girl, and tried to catch her
eye. When at last she managed it, she was shocked by the
expression she saw there.
Mousse looked up through eyes that were once again blurry,
though this time with sweat rather then because of faulty vision.
Nabiki's face hovered over her own, surrounded by a corona of light.
All the hatred and despite she had felt for the other girl was gone.
This was a goddess, not a demon, she had given Mousse more
pleasure then she had ever experienced before.
A flash of insight ripped through Mousse's mind. She
understood now. Shampoo was a lesbian. She had made love to her.
All right, so maybe it was not the full scale thing, but it was more
then Shampoo would ever have condescend to do to Mousse's old
male body. Mousse was sure that no order of Nabiki's would have
been sufficient to bring that about. It all made so much sense now.
That was why Ranma had such a hold on her. That was why Nabiki
was now Shampoo's new lover.
This body was not a curse, it was a gift from the gods. With
this body, she would finally be united with her love. At first it might
take commands from Nabiki to bring them together, but once she
grew to know the true her, Shampoo could not help but falling in
love with her for real. It was all thanks to the goddess who was now
hovering over her.
Another thought suddenly coursed through Mousse's mind.
She was an Amazon now. A female Amazon, and she had been
defeated in battle. It was her duty to seek to slay Nabiki, but there
was another option, an option open to female Amazons of a certain
persuasion. Mousse looked up into Nabiki's limpid brown eyes, and
said the words she had always hoped to hear one day from Shampoo.
"Wode Airen, Wo ai ni."
Cologne was just lifting a cup of tea to her lips, when a loud
commotion upstairs caused her to pause. The bedroom door
slammed open, and a second later Shampoo came bounding down
the stairs. She turned and sat on her haunches and looked back up
the way she had come. A few seconds later, Nabiki appeared at the
head of the stairs. She had her hand buried deep in the silver cloud
that was Mousse's hair, and she was dragging the protesting girl
down the stairs. Seeing as how both Nabiki and Mousse were
naked, Cologne cast a quick glance at the windows to make sure all
the curtains were drawn. Reassured on that point, she shifted her
attention back to the two girls. To her surprise, she realized that
Mousse was not fighting Nabiki, was even moving along willingly.
The reason for Nabiki's manhandling of Mousse seemed to stem
from some great agitation on her part, rather then from any
reluctance on Mousse's part. She watched calmly as Nabiki forced
Mousse into a seat across from Cologne, and then, slammed both her
hands down on the table top.
"That soul gem thingy, I want you to use it on her!"
Cologne raised an eyebrow, but said nothing as she continued
the motion she had been about to complete when the commotion had
interrupted her. Raising the tea cup to her lips, she took a long, and
noisy, drink.
"Didn't you hear me. I asked you to get out the soul gem
thingy. This is important."
Cologne seemed to consider for a moment, and then, said.
"Fifteen thousand Yen."
For a second, all Nabiki could do was stare as the older woman
sat there sipping her tea. "What!?" she finally demanded.
Cologne looked at her from over the rim of her cup. "The soul
gem is a valuable Amazon artifact. I used it to satisfy my curiosity
in regards to the situation between you and Shampoo, and to help me
come to a decision in regards to what to do about it. If you wish to
use it for your own private reasons, then you need to pay for the
privilege." She took another sip of tea while Nabiki looked at her in
anger.
"This is no time for petty revenge!" Nabiki hissed.
"I would hardly call fifteen thousand yen petty, but if you want,
we could make it twenty."
Nabiki fumed for a second, then she drew herself up and took a
deep cleansing breath. "Very well, fifteen. Now would you please
fetch the soul gem?" Cologne did not show any emotion, but she was
a little disappointed. She had expected more of a fight out of her
son-in-law. Obviously Nabiki was even more agitated then she
seemed on the surface. That sparked her own curiosity.
Sometime later, Cologne leaned back from her inspection of the
matrix the gem showed. She looked up at Nabiki and said, "as far as
I can tell, there is no connection."
Both Nabiki and Shampoo slumped in relief. "Thank the Kami
for that." Then, she gestured at Mousse. "So how do you explain her
behavior?" Mousse was alternating her gaze between Shampoo and
Nabiki, and there was no easily spotted difference between those
looks. She looked at Nabiki with the same unconditional love she
looked at Shampoo with.
Cologne shuddered slightly, and replied. "I would hazard a
guess that somehow you triggered something that was placed there
by who ever is wearing Mousse's body at the moment. When I
surprised him, he was clearly bent on raping her. So, I would
imagine that you are not talking about a trap here, but rather a
condition imposed for the benefit of whoever that was."
Nabiki looked at Mousse with distaste. "Do you suppose it
could wear off?"
"I doubt it. The nature of the conditioning seems designed to
mesh with Mousse's existing character. Those are always the
hardest spells to break."
At that point Shampoo gave an angry hiss, and lashed out at
Mousse, who had reached forward to stroke her. A set of four
shallow cuts appeared on the back of Mousse's hand, and welled
blood. For a second, nothing happened, then Mousse seemed to
stiffen in her chair, and a tremor ran through her body. Then, she
slumped in her chair, and looked at a befuddled Shampoo with
limpid eyes, "Thank you," she murmured in a dreamy voice.
Cologne noted idly that the cuts Shampoo had made on Mousse
's hand were healing even as she watched. Soon, all that was left
was the small amount of blood that had seeped from them. Nabiki
did not note this, instead she stared at the dreamy state of Mousse's
face for a second. Then, bending forward, she took one of Mousse's
pale nipples between her thumb and forefinger, and pressed,
flattening the sensitive nub. Mousse gave a gasp, and her hand flew
up to her breast. Not to pull Nabiki's hand away, but to press them
even firmer against her malleable flesh. Nabiki gave a disgusted
snort, and after one final twist, which caused Mousse to shiver in
bliss, she pulled her hand away.
"It would look like a love spell is not the only think they
imposed on her."
"I would not say that." Cologne said. "Mousse has always been
a masochist, I think they just intensified the inclination." Cologne
gave Nabiki an evil grin. "Congratulations, I think you've made
another conquest."
Nabiki slumped, her forehead resting on her palms. She turned
her eyes up and looked at Shampoo. Over the last week Nabiki had
grown to truly enjoy the love she would see shining in Shampoo's
eyes, that light was seriously dimmed right now. The flat eared
glare Shampoo was directing her way predicted stormy weather
ahead on the relationship sea. Nabiki swivelled her eyes to look at
Mousse. The look in her eyes was almost scary for the lack of
rational thought it demonstrated. Pure, unfettered, brainless
affection shone forth from those limpid eyes. Nabiki gave a shudder,
and said. "Why do I suddenly have the awful feeling I'm falling into
Ranma's life?"
Behind the brainless expression she was projecting, Mousse
smiled to herself. It was all going to work out just fine. Soon she
would not only have Shampoo true love, but Nabiki's as well.
Well, that's another one wrapped up.
Be sure to join me next chapter, as we continue Akane, Ukyou,
and of course, Ranma's school day.
Just how will Ranma and Akane handle gym, not to mention
the shower afterwards.
And of course, Ranma and Ryouga, round two, not what you
expect.
Impressions, suggestion, and comments, as always greatly
apreciated.
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.