Lemonade Punch#6: Fighter's Passion paladin@saturn.superlink.net Started: 11/10/96 Last Update: 6/11/98 Characters from the casts of: King Of Fighters, Street Fighter, Ranma 1/2, Tekken, Toshinden, Darkstalkers, Virtua Fighter, etc. This fic is dedicated to the Queen of Fighting Games, Chun Li! To start with I want to say this belongs in RAAC because Ranma is in it. Sure all the other characters come from video games, which I love and was once my life's work, but I ensured that all of them had an anime adaptation or manga series or at least a doujinshi... so there! They all belong! Second, there's a universal translator in this fic allowing all the characters to speak English, and without accents. This saves me the trouble of writing "Vat?" instead of "What?" and "I dinna" verses "I did not." Somehow, Shampoo seems to be immune.... If this story fails to follow the continuum of the separate characters, this is because of either my ignorance or lack of a clear story to begin with. Check out the Author's notes to see where my sources come from. Okay I'm finally give credit where credit is due. First off, praise the Heavens for the Rumiko Takahasi and her wonderful Ranma 1/2 series! Secondly, thanks to Capcom and their excellent fighters from which I lost countless hours of my youth and life... even today. WARNING!!! This is the Sixth story in the Lemonade Punch series! This is a *LEMON*. If you're offended by this or are just plain tired of these things (I sure am!) then go away and never return! LP#6 is a MONSTER, so don't read it unless you're sure you want to get into this. Oh yeah, one other thing I should warn you about: Reading this utter nonsense is a complete waste of time unless you have nothing better to do! Now that that's done, below is the key for the complex code system I use and has left many readers baffled in its mist. Finally, if you don't get a complete copy of this FanFic or want to get the previous stories (which you should have read by now, otherwise this lemon might not make much sense... heh, not that they make much sense to begin with) E-mail me or visit the Lemonade Punch Archive at http://members.tripod.com/~PaladinX13 Well enough talking... on with the FanFic! "" Speech <> Thought ** Stress CAPS Volume *<>* Sound FX - Interruption ... Pause Lemonade Punch #6: "Fighter's Passion" by Paladin "KAIYAAA!!!!" The masked ninja leapt over the unsuspecting girl and knocked her down with a powerful sweep kick. Instantly she flipped back to her feet and tugged on the belt of her gi, reassuringly. The ninja smirked with confidence under his cowl and drew his hands back. The girl gasped in anticipation... it paid off; she sailed over his ki attack. The battle continued onwards. Never was there a battle so fearsome. Never was there a battle so bloody... so vicious... so... so... so *short*. "YOU *LOSE*!", the game's announcer taunted. Ranma threw down his controller in frustration as Nabiki beat him yet *again*! "Why don't you just give up, Ranma?" "It's his pride, of course... he can't let it go.", Akane commented. Ranma shot her a dirty look then ignored her and rolled up his sleeves. "I'm just warming up... hey, Kasumi!", Ranma called out to her as she passed the den, "Wanna go a round or two?" "Well I've got a few more chores left to do... but, okay!" Kasumi set down her laundry basket and picked up a game pad. "I'm afraid I'm not very good at these games. I don't think I'll provide you with much of a challenge..." "Oh, that's okay... it's just a game, right?", Ranma grinned evilly as he smelled blood. The prospect of annihilating the one person who didn't have an ounce of violence in her, would be a much needed boost to his ego. There was no *WAY* he could lose... but of course... he did. "AURGH!!! One more time!" "Okay." "DAMN! One more time!" "Fine." "One more time!" "All right." "Okay this is the last time and I'm not holding back!!!" The frustrated gamer grit his teeth as he awaited the announcer's signal to let blood. As soon as he yelled "FIGHT!" Ranma went berserk. "Tenshin AMAGURIKEN!!!" Ranma slammed the keypad furiously as Kasumi simply held the block key. Ranma's controller began to smoke as sparks began to fly from the gaming console. Finally Ranma sat panting with a ruined controller in his hand. His character panted with him, its shoulders slumped in exhaustion, as Kasumi's character walked up to it and gave it a light tap. Ranma's character fell over. "YOU *LOSE*!" "Bah! Who cares anyway? *REAL* fighting takes skill!! What is with these stupid games? Nothing like this ever happens in the *real* world!" "Sour grapes.", Nabiki commented. "What?!", he turned upon her. "Nothing." -=-=- That night, Ranma tossed and turned in his bed... he flipped several times before he fell off the bed and landed on the floor. "Ouch! Goddammit! I was just- hmm?" ** ** Flashes of purple lightning lit up the midnight sky revealing dark gray and swirling clouds. Ranma looked up at the maelstrom and vaguely remembered his dream. A storm was brewing- something was coming... -=-=- "WHA- ** WHAT DID YOU SAY?!?" "Finish chewing your food before you speak, Ranma. You're no good to us if you choke to death." "Akane, didn't you just hear what she said?!?" "I think it's a great idea... wish I had thought of it myself you know.", said Kasumi. "It's the only time we can do it, Ranma. Uncle Saotome and Mr. Tendo are away on their little trip so we should try to go on our own vacation now!", Ranko said. "No way, we've barely planned a thing! Where would you get the money? Nabiki, you'll never pull this off." "Why not?" "Come on! You want to arrange a trip for all of us, and *others*, to go to some island paradise? You want us to enjoy ourselves there, despite the fact we haven't got a cent, *AND* you want us to make it here back in time before our fathers get wind of what we have been doing!?!?!" "I think you understand now." "ARE YOU CRAZY?!?!?" "Trust me. Everything will be fine." "EVERYTHING WILL BE- ?!? .... Wait a minute, what am I getting so worked up about? This will never happen!", Ranma smugly crossed his arms. Just then a whipping sound which had been present in the background started becoming more and more prominent. The whirring and roar of wind could be heard as it approached. "WHAT THE-?!" Ranma ran outside only to be blasted by a heavy gale. His head jerked up to view the source of the wind and noise. Nabiki tapped him on the shoulder and smiled. "Hey, I believe that's our ride now!", she called over the wind. Ranma looked, dumbstruck at the vehicle. "A *HELICOPTER*?!?!" "Well, I wanted a leer-jet but they said they wouldn't be able to land it in front of the Dojo." "..." -=-=- After the copter landed and turned its engines off it simply sat there. No pilot exited or hailed, and the one-way glass made it impossible to see inside. Ranma ranted and raved for about an hour at Nabiki saying how crazy she was and how they'd all go to prison for this; but he quickly gave up as the guests began arriving. First, came Miss Hinako. She wore a large straw hat, round sun- glasses, and a long spring flower-print dress and held two small pieces of luggage. She obviously knew in advance about the trip. "Nabiki!! How long have you been keeping me in the dark?!? Do you know how much this is going to cost?!? The Dojo already has bad credit!!!" Nabiki just smiled and let Akane work as a pacifier for Ranma. That didn't last long, though, as she couldn't do that kind of thing in front of Ukyou, who arrived next. "Ranma!", she beamed brightly, when she saw her one and only true love, "Thank you so very much for inviting me on this trip! I just can't wait to show you the swimsuit I bought!" Ukyou winked at him lecherously and gave him a quick hug. "So Ranchan-", she paused and looked from Ranko to Ranma and blushed slightly, "I'm sorry, I mean this one.", she pointed to Ranma, "Were exactly are we going?" "That's something I'd like to know myself!", he said crossly. Finally, came a little surprise. "Airen!", Shampoo shouted in glee trapping Ranma in her vice like embrace of death. "Shampoo, miss you so much!!" After escaping her strangle hold, Ranma held her back with one arm. "Soooo, Shampoo, heh, long time no see... what are you doing here?", he laughed weakly. "Silly Ranma! You no remember inviting Shampoo on *romatic* vacation to island? Hah hah, you funny! What Shampoo wondering is why all these other people going... Shampoo thought Ranma be *alone* with Shampoo... make up lost time.", she purred as she rubbed against him like a cat. Her very motions were making him upset. "Uh, I've got to make a few last minute preparations- excuse me!" Ranma dashed off taking Nabiki by the arm and into the kitchen. "Okay, Nabiki... Hinako I can understand. Ukyou I can live with. But who went and invited Shampoo?!?" Nabiki smiled and shrugged. "She says you did." "AURGH!!!" Ranma went back into the kitchen to hear Akane talking with Shampoo. "...the pleasure of your presence from being around?" "What keep Shampoo away?! It you sisters! Just like pervert Akane! Last time Shampoo come to Dojo, pervert sisters touch Shampoo in funny ways!! Scare Shampoo like crazy, almost want to kill Akane and Akane sisters... but Shampoo know Husband no like that. Shampoo only here today because Husband invite me!" "Shampoo, are you from China? I've done a lot of training in China-" "Huh? Why Ranma girl-type not know me?" "This is Rank-" "AIYYAAHHHHH!!!!", Shampoo screamed at the sight of two Ranmas. "Calm down! This is Ranko, my cousin." Shampoo examined the girl then pushed her over to Akane. "Good! Then pervert Akane have her and Shampoo take you!", she said as she hugged Ranma. "HEY! What about *ME*?!", Ukyou stormed. -=-=- "Hey, how's this chopper going to take us all the way?", Ranma asked as he peered out at the large expanse of blue below. "The island actually not that far from Japan-" "Where is the blasted place, anyway?!" "It's too small to be charted, Ranma. I could tell you the co-ordinates if you really want to-" "Forget it.", he grumbled. "Nabiki, who's piloting this thing?" "No one." "WHAT?!?", everyone panicked in unison. "Relax, it's fully automated." "Automa- ... This kind of flight ain't cheap!!!" "Please relax, Ranma." "*RELAX*?!? HOW are you paying for all this?!?" "With money." Ranma growled causing Nabiki to urk slightly. "Well my investments have finally paid off... I've been sitting on this little nest egg long enough. After all, what good is money if it's never spent?" "Well said Nabiki!", Hinako agreed. "But-" "Trust me, my investments have paid off *more* than enough." Ranma knew better than try to get more information out of Nabiki than she was willing to give. So he grumpily slumped his shoulders and stared out the window. That didn't last long, however. He soon found his eyes drifting to the girls sitting across from him. Ranko was sleeping and Nabiki was reading a manga. Ranko's legs were crossed and Ranma caught his own gaze running the length of her attractive thighs, he scolded himself mentally but that didn't stop him from peeking. Ranko let out a gentle murmur and shifted, uncrossing her legs in an atrocious manner, leaving little to the imagination... then suddenly, nothing, as her panties were whisked away. Ranma shook his head then smacked to make sure he was seeing straight... then he remembered. <...> Ranma decided to ignore Yasha and found his eyes wandering to Nabiki's long legs. Her short shorts were so short that from his current angle they didn't even seem to be there. Ranma caught himself. She giggled. Nabiki yawned and stretched luxuriously, her bosom heaving. She lifted on leg up and rested her chin on that knee. Ranma was blinded. The tiny shorts opened up giving him full view of the tiny thong she worn underneath. Then, as if completely natural, one of Nabiki's hands ran down her thigh and in between her spread legs. Her long fingers pulled aside any remaining barriers to Ranma's view and she played with herself, almost complacently. Ranma sat up from his seat and looked around. No one was looking and Akane, sitting next to him, was asleep. Nabiki seemed oblivious to the outside world. After a few minutes she put her leg down, licked each finger, closed her book, and went to sleep. Ranma sat uncomfortably aroused and still in awe of what occurred when Yasha interrupted his thoughts. She ignored him. <*NO*!> For the rest of the trip, Yasha, thankfully, left him alone. -=-=- "Hey! .... HEY! ** Hey, knuckle brain wake up!" Being so rudely awaken, Ranma found himself disorientated and dazed. "Huh? Wha- where am I?" "Above an uncharted island. We're about to land so buckle up, Sleepy-head!", Akane said. After a smooth landing the cramped group climbed out for a stretch. Ranko hopped up and down, skipped to and fro, delighting in the vacation choice. The clear blue sea and sky left the girls breathless. "Welcome everyone!", Nabiki held out her arms for all of them to behold, "Welcome to Lodoss Island!" "Ahh! Smell that fresh sea air!" Ranma did... and choked on the helicopter exhaust fumes. "Listen to that surf!" Ranma tried but he couldn't hear over the engines. "Taste that salt spray!" He was too busy spitting the flying sand out of his mouth. "Feel that warm paradise sun on your face!" After sleeping against the window the whole ride and acquiring a one-sided sun-burn... more sun was the last thing he needed. "Ugh. ... Let's get our bags and just check in, all right?" -=-=- A short ten minute walk took the party to the front gates of a huge, yet-to-be-seen resort. Ukyou noticed something queer and mentioned to the group. "Er, Nabiki, if this is a resort island...", Ukyou paused to look around, "where are all the people?" "People? We're the only one's here.", Nabiki said mildly. "WHAT?!?" "The entire island is self automated... um, just one second please." She went up to the gate a placed her palm, flat on a black box. "Junsekyo.", she stated flatly. The gate opened and a happy electronic voice heralded. "Welcome back to Xanadu, Miss Tendo." "Nabiki-...." Akane realized something. "'Welcome *back*'?!" "Oh, did I forget to tell you... I own this island." "YOU WHAT?!?!?!" Everyone face-faulted. "H-h-h-how- how-?" "HOW MUCH DID THIS COST!!!!?" "Do you have a piece of paper?" Hinako nodded numbly and handed her a slip. "Pencil? Pen?" Hinako fished through her purse and handed Nabiki a pen. "Thanks." Nabiki began to scribble down a figure. Everyone began to sweat nervously as she wrote and kept writing... How long could the number be?!? Finally the torture ended as Nabiki clicked the pen with finality. The others crowed around the tiny slip to see- "YAHHHH!!" ** "I- ** -think I'm- ** -DYING!" "Oh please relax everyone!", she dismissed their stress by waving her hand, "I bought it with *MY* money in an auction... it turns out this used to be one of the many headquarters of an operation called Shadowloo. After this base was brought down the upkeep was too high and the location too well known for Interpol to use for their own... so they auctioned off the entire island- the security network, the automatons, the faculties, everything!- cheap. I just *had* to jump at the opportunity to own my own island!" "B-b-but the *price*! T-t-the *COST*!" "I didn't lend any money going into this, I still have some left over, I expect to recoup all my costs in the tournament, and I can make a handy profit later off the resort attraction." "So you've had *ALL* this money all this time!?!" "Like I said, the market has been very good to me." "*HOW* good?!" Nabiki ignored the question. "Nabiki, if you're so rich, why have you let Father think we are always in need of money?" "I like our lifestyle... besides, Dad and Mr. Saotome, alone, could squander my wealth to nothing with their luxurious tastes." "You don't call *this* luxurious?!" "Merely a wise investment." "Hang on, back up a minute! Did you say 'tournament'? What tournament?" "Oh, didn't I tell you-" "Seems there's a *LOT* you didn't tell us!" "-we'll be alone here for probably one or two days. We have already received responses to the invitations and advertisements and should expect the competitors to begin arriving around then." "'Competitors'?! Competitors, for what?!" "Well the official prize is the title of 'Strongest Woman In The World' and a cash prize... but I've let it leak through the underground that the real prize, besides the prestige, is the Passion Fever Dust." "Women?!?" "*DUST*?!?" "Don't worry, I'm not *really* going to give away any Dust... it would be far too dangerous if it fell into the wrong hands." "Women?!", Ukyou repeated. "Ukyou, it's a female-only tournament-" "Yes, but why?" "Yes, okay, let me explain. Every participant after applying for the tournament (and paying a modest application fee) is checked up on by the database of fighters the Shadowloo left behind here. If they are desirable, they are accepted (again, at a price) and will pay for lodgings, food, etc. while competing in my tourney for money. I also get free advertisement when the girls go back home and say what a blast they had on my island-" "But *why* girls?!" "I was getting to that... To maximize profits, when the tourney ends, I want one of you girls to win. That way the prize money stays, in-house." "You mean, if we win, we don't get the money?" "I'm giving you girls a free ride on this vacation as long as you do this for me. Do this... or you can either pay your own way or go home!" "I *KNEW*- Goddammit!- I just *KNEW* there was a catch!!!", Ranma cursed. "Oh, give me a break, Ranma... you *LOVE* to fight!" "NOT GIRLS!!!" "Calm down, Ranma! You might not even have to fight... we have plenty of talent, right here. These girls have a good chance of winning the title... even without you." "Hey! That's not fair! Ranma's getting a free ride... why aren't we?", Ukyou protested. "That's because he's my leverage on you and Shampoo!" "WHAT?!", Ukyou and Shampoo fumed. "Oh my. Excuse me. Nabiki, I don't have to fight... do I?" "No, Kasumi, of course not." "HEY!" "She's my sister, all right?!", Nabiki said defensively. "What about Akane?" "She's my sister, too... but-" "I want to fight anyway! I rarely get to test my skills!", Akane said happily. "-And Ranko?", Nabiki asked. "I feel so indebted to the Tendos... I *have* to do this! And besides, a little friendly competition sounds fun!", said Ranko. "Hinako?" "Hmm, I really rather not fight-" "Shampoo fight for Ranma sake and show Ranma what a *REAL* woman she is!" "What?! Are you out of your mind!? *Real* women don't try to clobber each other to death!!", Ukyou shouted. "Hmph! Shampoo, just glad for chance to beat pervert Akane and silly pancake girl!" "DID YOU JUST CALL MY OKONOMIYAKI A P-PANCAKE?!?!?" "Oh, Shampoo sorry... Shampoo mean *Japanese* *pizza*!!!" Her eyes glinted at the final insult. Ukyou went ballistic. Rolling up her sleeves, she brandished her giant spatula, and confronted the Chinese Amazon bimbo. "Nabiki! Are weapons allowed?", Ukyou said through her tightly clenched teeth. "Yes, as a matter of fact-" "Good.", Ukyou growled, "Sign me up." She stared intently at her old purple-haired rival. "Good grief!", sighed Ranma. "Trust me. Everything will be fine." -=-=- "...it looks like a simple tournament, but we suspect an underground drug-trade is going on, the tourney as just a front. Our sources have investigated and tell us that the actual prize is a drug called Passion Dust." "Passion Dust?", Cammy said, stifling a giggle. The gray- haired General coughed and adjusted his glasses. "Yes... our experts say it's probably- ahem- a very powerful- um- aphrodisiac." The General's face went red and Cammy couldn't help herself, she burst out in laughter. After she had calmed down he continued. "It's addictive and could easily take over the cocaine, heroin, crack, and pot markets... something like HBX on steroids." "What's so bad about that... 'Make love, not war' right?" "I don't have time to discuss it now", but from his face she could tell he had the time... he just didn't want to, "but here's the file on what you need to know." "Who are these girls?", asked Cammy as she pulled out some photos. "You'll be entering the tournament. These photos were taken only a few hours ago, intelligence hasn't had much time to dig up info on these girls... they are some of your likely opponents. They all work for the Wild Stallion... the ring leader." "'Wild Stallion'?! Hah! Guess he thinks he's a real stud, no? What's that?!" Cammy pointed to Ukyou's spatula. "As far as we can tell, it's a modified ax... some really hi-tech redesigning must have gone into it. Another hint into the funding this Wild Stallion must have... anyway, from this you can see that armed combat will be legal in the tournament. You want to take anything along?" "No... these girls look young. I shouldn't beat on them too much." "All right. Just don't underestimate them. I've really got to go. But one more thing. We've confirmed that the MI6 isn't the only thing going into this... Interpol, CIA, and other groups have agents signing up. So please don't kill anyone... we don't want any international incidents. But watch your back at the same time... Shadowloo, the Mishima Empire, and others are likely to be afoot. Read the files and Col. Wolfman will brief you further." Cammy watched as the General walked off. She was a trained fighter but this seemed like a joke to her... she should be off saving the world from psycho-terrorists; not trying to tame a Wild Stallion... Yet the General seemed very concerned. She would have to read the files and look into this. -=-=- An attractive blond woman pushed open the door to a musty, quaint Irish pub, adjusting her shades to look around. Her purple lycra body suit drew long whistles and cat-calls, which she ignored. She merely tossed her hair slightly and sniffed at the air as if there was a foul odor among them. Taking measured steps without any wasted motion, the blonde picked a stool at the far end of the bar and sat down. A heavy-set man, throwing darts at a board next to her, nearly missed the entire wall when gawking at her. The round, red-faced bartender went over to her, wary of her outrageous attire, but at the same time pleased at the sight of a pretty girl. "Hello, Miss, what will it be?", he smiled. "Scotch.", she said flatly. She actually wanted tea with milk and scotch, but it was always such a pain.... "You waiting for your boy-friend, little lady, no?" "I *said* scotch.", her irritation was obvious. "One scotch, coming right up!" Then he muttered to himself, "The frosty bitch is probably a fuckin' lesbian!" The woman's sharp ears heard the comment but ignored it, she was waiting for her contact- "Nina." A plains clothed Irishman sat down besides her. "You have a job for me?" "It should be all outlined on this..." He handed her a box of matches. Nina casually checked the inside top of the matchbox for the microfilm, took out a match, and lit up a cigarette. Drawing a short puff then extinguishing the butt, Nina took a sip of her drink and sat silent. The two made no comment as the bartender edged closer, eavesdropping on their non-existent conversation. Nina cleared the throat loudly and stared through her sun-glasses at the fat man. He got the message and was scared off, retreating to the other end of the bar. "My plane tickets and money?" "They're being placed in the front seat of your car as we speak. If that's all, I'll be going now." She hardly acknowledged him and took another sip. Suddenly... three ski-masked men stormed into the room and opened fire with their automatics. Nina's contact was shot a dozen times before falling. Nina instantly spun into a handstand upon her barstool, then fell forwards, towards the gunmen, breaking the stool loose. She leapt forward and impaled one gunman on the broken stool. Using his body as a close-range shield, she spun in close to a second gunman, gripped his head, and broke his neck. The last one dove behind the bar and began firing wildly in all directions. Nina flipped away and lay against the dead body of the large, former dart-thrower. "I'll be needing these, thanks.", Nina said as she took the darts from his lifeless fingers. She listened and waited for the next time the last gunman got up to fire. Right on cue the professional tossed her dart with pin-point accuracy right into the barrel of the final gunman's gun. The gun exploded. The man grabbed his bloody hand and started to run, but Nina tossed a second dart right into his eye. While he was screaming in agony, Nina quickly closed the distance between them and slammed him against the wall... and kneed him in the groin for good measure. Taking her last dart, she shoved it into his chest and began pressing it in with the palm of her hand. "All right... talk. Who sent you?" The poor guy was sobbing and could barely make a coherent sentence. What he said, without all the pleading for his life, crying, and stuttering was: "I didn't know his name! He was a handsome guy, almost like a woman... he had a pony-tail. He sent us to kill everyone here." "Why not use a bomb?" "He wanted a confirmed ID on all the bodies-" "Why not poison? Gas? Radiation?" "I don't know?! Look, we're not professionals!" "Is that *ALL* you know?" "YES!" "You certain?" "I swear it!" "Good. .... Bye." Nina slammed her head into his, cracking his skull open. She knew she was too hard on the guy but she was in a bad mood. It bothered her that someone had tried to kill her. Anyone who knew her well enough to want to do that, wouldn't send such half-assed lamers to try to finish her. Something smelled rotten.... Nina Williams decided that perhaps a little vacation to a island paradise would be just what she needed to clear the air. -=-=- Focus. Images of death and evil flashed through his mind. Focus. His master's death... the unleashing of It's power. Focus. His "twin"... his Darker Self... Focus. "HADOKEN!!!!" Ryu summoned up his ki and released it in a deadly "Hadoken" at a distant mountain. He resisted the urge to faint and breathed in the thin, cool, Tibetan air as he watched his pinpoint of light travel off then striking the mountain face, causing it to collapse and raise a huge cloud of dust. He was ready. An image of himself, as if in a warped dark mirror, flashed through his head and waived his confidence a bit. Ryu shook it off and clenched his fists. Ryu turned east. It was time for him to return to his home- land. He was going back to Japan. -=-=- "Are you two *CRAZY*?!" "Aw! *PLEASE*! King, we *never* do anything fun!", whined Yuri. King paced around and puffed her hair in frustration. "What did you call the last King Of Fighters? Wasn't that fun enough for you?" "No, it wasn't... we didn't win, we got bruised, and we still had to work the tables between matches! Besides, this is a *QUEEN* of Fighters tournament. We'll be fighting girls... it will start out on an even play-field this time.", Mai retorted. "Even worse! No glory if we win and no promotional value for the L'amour! The only reason I allowed part of the King of Fighters tournament to take place in here was to get bodies through that door! You guys entering in, and dragging me along, was something I didn't foresee in my business model." "You're all work! Think of something besides the L'amour for once, King!" "Yeah! Look, the fighting isn't even the main thing! We got personal invitations, the price is great for an exotic paradise island vacation they are offering, and it was only our status as female fighters that let us get this invitation!" "You have to *PAY* to go to this tourney?!" "Please, King! It's virtually a resort island... you can't expect them to pay our way on a trip like that!" "Absolutely NO... there's no chance in Hell of me going!" "Com'on... me and Mai have already decided. We're taking a big chunk outta our income to take this trip. You need this kind of get-a-way, King. Come with us!", Yuri begged. "You can't even fight in teams, Yuri. What's the point of me going? You and Mai have fun... I'll give you time off with pay." "It won't *be* any fun without *you*, King! It will be just us girls, King! You can't let this club run your life.", said the bouncy ninja. King shook her head as if she had a headache then made herself a martini. Sighing heavily in obvious resignation she rubbed her temples. "All right... who will take care of the L'amour?" "YAY!! King-chan's coming!", Mai bounced with enthusiasm. "Don't worry, Robert will take care of everything!" "*ROBERT*?! You can't be serious!!? The last time I left him in charge for less than *two* *days* and he succeeded in turning my tasteful club in to a smutty nudie bar!!!" "It wasn't a nudie bar, he just had *one* wet T-shirt contest all right? Sure, Robert's a little hentai... but I *PROMISE* he'll be on his best behavior!" "At least get Andy... maybe Terry... to help him. I need *someone* responsible to keep Robert in line!" Mai blushed at the mention of Andy's responsibility... it was that exact trait of his that created her true reason for wanting to go to the tourney. No matter how lewdly she dressed, how much she bounced, how she teased, how she outright threw herself at him, he totally respected her and shyly made no advances and turned hers away. The occasional pat on the head, kiss on the cheek, or holding hands... but nothing more! Mai was going out of her mind! Then this invitation arrives. She inquires about it and the whispers tell her that the *real* prize is an aphrodisiac... a real one. The Passion Dust. Just what she needed to spark that passion in Andy she wanted reciprocated. So she got Yuri excited about the trip and King, too. If either of them won, surely they'd give her the Dust... what did they need it for? -=-=- "Oh! OH! OH! I feel so good!! FUCK me! Oh, BABY!" "Morrigan? .... Sister Morrigan?" A woman with straight black hair, a beautiful pale face, and dark lips and a young green haired girl with bat-wings protruding from her head and shoulders hovered over a silver-haired succubus in the throes of passion with a human male. The man was, of course, asleep in a deep trance, but there would be no way to tell that by his lively bucking with the shapely succubus. Morrigan was not on patrol... she was doing this purely for fun. "Lilith? Opal? What a surprise to see you two! I haven't seen you two in ages!", Morrigan smiled while bouncing up and down. She put the male in stasis and bushed her bangs from her sweaty brow. Her white hair had a slight blue-green tint to it that added to her exotic nature. Floating out of bed, Morrigan began slipping her stockings and leotard back on. Surely she could materialize the clothing out of thin air, but she found dressing- and especially *UN*dressing- to be so much more thrilling. It was little things like that, that made living with mortals fun. "You haven't seen *any* Succubi since you were banished.", Opal said flatly. "That's not true. I saw little Lilith just a decade or so, ago when *she* was banished to another Earth... which brings me to the question: What is she doing with you, Opal? How could they have possibly gotten you away from your desk?" "I suppose from the way you've isolated yourself, you haven't heard, have you?" "No, I guess not... what is it?" "We're temporarily recalling all Succubi from any and all Earths. Your banishment is null for the time being." "You mean I can return?!", she said excitedly. "Yes... for the time being." "And if I don't want to-" "You don't have a choice. The Council-" "Bah, what a bothersome lot, they all are!" "Nevertheless, they feel that there is a semi-emergency state on hand, on all the Earths and want their Succubi back." "Explain." "There appears to be a human... well not exactly a human, but a manifestation of one human's fighting chi & knowledge... that in some way, unexplainable to us, 'possesses' *demons*." "What?!" "This 'copy' is of a fighter named Ryu. It turns out that in a battle with possessed fighter, Akuma- you may remember him, that lunatic demon- weakened Ryu enough that *another* demon (some small time nobody) tried to take Ryu as Ryu began to manifest his true potential. Ryu's spirit turned the tables on the little demon and possessed *it* and inherited some of its evil. This thing became its own separate entity from Ryu and has been going around defeating one opponent after another, draining their power... this includes demons. He's even killed the Devil Kazuya and taken his power!" "Impossible!" "That's what we thought, but it's evidently true. He is gaining more and more power by defeating demons. The Council, has therefore, recalled all patrols and succubi, including you banished ones. The only exceptions are a few radicals, like Akuma, considered dispensable and the recon units. Evil Ryu is learning quickly how to harness his power... he's already mastered teleportation through short distances... the Council is worried that he could gain the ability to pop right into Hades and start feeding upon every single demon there. So we are attempting to starve him out a bit, plan an attack, then finish him." "I'm guessing this is where I come in, otherwise you wouldn't have told me all of this." Morrigan got bored and took the man back out of stasis, mounted him again, and began to ride him as she held her conversation with Opal. This made her look her silly, but Opal seemed much more uncomfortable, being a prudish succubus... Lilith laughed at the both of them. Opal cleared her throat and continued her briefing. "Well we have two jobs for you... one is to recall the rouge succubus, Sister Yasha. She is absent without leave... much like you were, all those centuries back. If she stays much longer, the Council will be forced to banish her just like you-" "You guys still don't get it! The reason we stay is because we like it here! Banishing us is no kind of punishment except we do not get to visit Hell occasionally-" Opal calmly ignored Morrigan's outburst and continued. "-And the second is to destroy Evil Ryu." "Are you crazy?!" "You've dealt with super-powered beings before- I believe you handily defeated Pyron, Hutzil, Dimitri, and even Gill." "But if what you say is true, he's a Demon-Slayer!" "Despite your roguish behavior, Morrigan... you're still one of our greatest Warriors. Also, given your fondness of mortals, you have the option of allying with humans. We suggest you get the non- evil Ryu to help you, as well as anyone else you might need. We need you to do this- Lilith! Will you stop that!" Lilith joined Morrigan and the human by licking the juncture between the base of the man's shaft and the bottom of Morrigan's slit. There she slurped up their jucies and merrily fingered herself. This was highly upsetting to Opal who hadn't had a good lay in centuries. "Why don't you just let Yasha handle it? She's got plenty of experience, and she's already on that Earth!" "Yasha? Yasha is not authorized to take it out... besides, this is way out of her league. Morrigan, remember, I'm just a messenger. I'm just saying what they told me to, but I believe it! I'm happy you and Yasha like it here, but Evil Ryu poses a threat to you. *Someone* is going to have to kill him. Morrigan... please." There was a silent pause, except for Lilith's licking, as Morrigan looked at Opal. "That first part of the mission... recalling Yasha. That is just your own, personal request isn't it? The Council didn't order that, did they?", Morrigan said seriously. Opal held her gaze and replied. "No. No they didn't. But what do you expect from me? A mother lives for her children...-" "I'll tell Yasha you said hello." Opal smiled and looked happy for the first time since arriving. "Thank you! Morrigan, I owe you one... just don't tell Yasha that it's me doing this, okay?" "All right." "She'd never forgive me if she knew I was still trying to take care of her!" "I understand. Opal, so is the second part serious?" "Yes. Um, actually-" "What role do I play?" "Well... you're sort of cannon fodder." "Can't do without me, huh?", Morrigan asked sarcastically. -=-=- Sitting in the lap of luxury was one way to relax and forget the troubles of the world, but Ranma was growing more tense every passing hour. He didn't like the idea of a tournament, he didn't see how Nabiki could afford an island, he didn't trust Nabiki not to plan some perverted scheme, and he didn't like being kept in the dark. The constant, unblinking stares of the cyborg servo-units were also putting him on edge... no matter what domestic costumes they wore. Nabiki said they had originally been survailence cyborgs for Shadowloo but with a little reprogramming from her sentient computer, Ikari, they had all been adjusted to become servants for the Xanadu resort. "Ikari?", Ranma called out. "Yes, Ranma-kun?", the floating computer-voice answered. "Raise the temp of my bath a bit and increase the amount of bubbles." "Done, Sir. I trust you're enjoying yourself?" "I guess." "You don't sound pleased, Ranma." "Hmph, a computer making small talk!", Ranma muttered. "Excuse me, Sir?" Ikari had heard Ranma perfectly, in fact, his feelings were slightly hurt, but he was programmed to politely ignore such comments. "I was just wondering: Are you always... *there*?" "What do you mean, Sir." "I mean, if I wished to have a private conversation with someone else... could I have it without you hearing me?" "Well I'd always hear you, Ranma... but I can chose to forget hearing it and not allow anyone else to hear it." Ranma clapped his hands together, causing bubbles to fly everywhere. "Good enough. Would you make me a promise?" "Depends on the promise, I suppose." "Would you promise to keep all my actions private? Even to Nabiki?" "If you wish it, it is yours." "Thanks... now you're sure Nabiki can't override this or something?" "I've made a promise, Ranma." "You're a real pal, Ikari! Now if you could just tell me a little about this tournament...." -=-=- Shotokan Karate was such a focused art... the disciplined death. His other self was such a fool. Ryu wished to perfect Shotokan Karate... yet was against killing. What a paradox, Shotokan *was* Death. His mind... his mind had been opened to Shotokan's true nature and purpose. He knew this is what Gouken feared. That is why Akuma dedicated himself to eliminating all Shotokan disciples... at any moment they could awaken, like himself, and wield the power. Gouken... his teacher, was a soft old fool... Gouken's brother, Gouki, now Akuma, was becoming mad and undisciplined. It was his inability to kill Ryu that had spawned him from Ryu... his- his- his.... "Father." Evil Ryu spat to one side, the word was bitter yet appropriate. There was no room for more that one master of Shotokan. He would take their power. If the ease in which he killed the Devil Kazuya reflected the future.... The *POWER* he had felt after executing the deathblow! He knew he needed more and that he could not be stopped. -=-=- "Ahhh... this is nice." "Nothing like a hot spring to cure what ails you, huh?" "Shampoo agree, springs good... but Shampoo scared to be in water naked with pervert girls.", the amazon said, covering her breasts. Nabiki and Kasumi smiled then sat on either side of her, amplifying her nervousness. Ranko moved over to Ukyou asking her to scrub her back. Ukyou blushed and began to help her, hentai thoughts flooding her mind, until Ukyou was forced to leave abruptly before she did something rash. Ranko and Akane shrugged and Akane took up Ukyou's duty. Miss Hinako ignored them all, reading a book, with her hair up and reading glasses on. "Nabiki, don't you think the Western competitors will feel uncomfortable in public baths like these?" "Oh, that's right, you haven't been to your rooms yet! There are private bathrooms for every room, Ranko." "There bath in Shampoo's room? What me doing here then!?" Shampoo got up and shamelessly left for the main mansion in which they were staying. "She- uh- didn't take her- um- clothes.", Akane stated the obvious. "That's all right, there's no one on this island but us girls and I'm sure Ikari can get something for her." "No one but us girls... and Ranma.", Akane corrected. "A little cold water will fix that." -=-=- "Miss Shampoo, I must insist you put on some clothes!" "Stupid Voice, stop following Shampoo! You pervert, too!" Poor Ikari was flustered. "I am *NOT* a pervert! A computer *can't* be a pervert!" "You a guy, and you follow naked Shampoo-" "Precisely why I want you put on some-" "-So you PERVERT!" Ikari took a female voice. "There now... is it better now-" "EEK! Now Voice is even MORE perverted Girl Voice!!!" Ikari sighed and changed his voice back to normal. "Is there *ANYTHING* I can do to convince you that I am not a pervert?!" "Give Shampoo clothes, PERVERT!" ** -=-=- Ranma trudged down the hallway to his room. Ikari was unable to provide him with all the information he wanted but the computer did shed some light on Nabiki's plans. For one thing, it seemed that Nabiki wanted *him* to be the Grandmaster, or something like that, and to judge the important matches. There also was a guestlist of several dozen women but only a handful which Nabiki had her eye on. The women could bring only non-combatant guests along for the ride if they paid a hefty sum. As a result just a few trainers and managers were brought along, with only a fraction of those being male. All in all, besides Ranma, their would be less than half-a- dozen men for the hundreds of women that were going to be there. Ranma *knew* SOMETHING was up... he just didn't know what yet. Yasha had confirmed it and Ikari kept saying that he was not allowed to share certain information. Ranma swore he'd get to the bottom of all this. -=-=- That evening, after a glorious meal served by the best robot chefs money could buy, Nabiki dismissed the girls and asked Ranma to come to her room later. Bloated and bursting to full, Ranma waddled his way to Nabiki's quarters by Ikari's directions. He gulped at the sight of the massive oak doors, stretching several meters tall. He raised his fist to knock but Ikari stopped him. "Please, Mr. Saotome... allow me." Ikari heralded Ranma's arrival to Nabiki inside, who opened the doors with her remote. "Hello, Ranma. Please come in." Ranma entered to be awed by a huge room, extravagantly lavish to the point of nearly being tasteless... yet it was stylish. Nabiki pressed her remote again to close the doors behind Ranma and crossed her legs. She was wearing a cute silk teddy, with a black bowtie and white neck collar. "There now, come and sit on the bed.", she smiled mischievously as she patted the patio-sized waterbed. Ranma backed away, waving his arms wildly. "Hey now! No way-! I didn't come here for this-" Nabiki approached him and put a finger to his lips to shut him up. "Calm down, Ranma. You're so sensitive about your sexuality that you think every woman is trying to come on to you... how arrogant of you! I happen to be comfortable wearing this around you and have no other motive." "I happen to be speaking from experience, not paranoia, Nabiki. As for your motive-" "As for my motive," Nabiki interrupted as she dragged him to the bed, "I have an intricate role for you to play in the tourney." "I don't fight girls.", Ranma said, stressing every word. "No, no, nothing like that!", Nabiki laughed. "I want you to act as the host of Xanadu." "But you're the-" "I know *I'm* the hostess, but I want to be in a position where I can observe everyone and find out their real opinions about Xanadu. People will be kissing up to me if I let on that I'm the real brains behind everything. This is the island's first test run as a resort and I want to know how to improve it." "Couldn't you just take a poll-" Nabiki shook her head. "No, I need to do it this way. Will you help me?" "Are you kidding?! You *ALWAYS* have some convoluted schemes up your sleeve! Find some other dummy!" "I'll use Ranko-" "I'll *KILL* you-" "Okay, I won't use Ranko...", Nabiki quickly took back her bluff at his obvious rage. "But I've got to use *someone*!", she begged. Ranma was slightly taken aback, he had never seen Nabiki whine or beg before... she was *always* in control. "Ranma... I've got *ALOT* riding on this- If I fail- I can't...." Nabiki turned away from him, choking on dry sobs. Ranma felt a wave of compassion flood over him and he held her shoulders to comfort her. Before he knew it, Nabiki was kissing him and had a hand in his pants. "YEARH!!!", he screamed as he broke away violently. Wiping his mouth and adjusting his pants he got up angrily and shouted, "You see your problem is you always need to *USE* people, Nabiki... people don't like to be manipulated. You won't get a favor out of me!" With that, he stormed to the door then paused, a large sweat drop collecting on the back of his neck. "Uh, Nabiki..." Nabiki looked up, a ray of hope in her face. "Could you open the door?" -=-=- After he left, Nabiki wiped her face and threw herself backwards on the waterbed. Kasumi walked in from an adjacent room and sat down besides her. "There might be some problems... Ranma is being difficult." "Well, you know the saying... you can lead a horse to water but you can't make him drink.", Kasumi consoled her. "Ah... but you *can* salt his oats.", grinned Nabiki as she held up a bottle of Passion Dust. -=-=- Ranma asked Ikari where his room was and found it. When he entered he found his bags neatly at the foot of the bed. He felt to depressed to unpack so he just threw himself face-down on his bed. He found himself thinking about Nabiki more than he wanted to. Ranma kicked off his shoes, peeled off his socks, and undid his shirt then looked around his room. While only a quarter of the glory of Nabiki's room was in his, it was still plenty to impress. Ranma lounged around a little more, then decided to wash up for bed. In the morning he would find Akane and enjoy the day. Then at night, when she warmed up for the tourney, he'd get things sorted out. Heading for the bathroom he was surprised when her hear the sound of sloshing water. "Nihao ma, Arien?", Shampoo asked happily. Ranma simply stared at her soapy bubbles, not knowing what to say. Shampoo had her hair up in a bundled up towel and was in the process of rinsing down her chest, as Ranma began to drool. "What? Husband no say hello to Shampoo when he see her?!" "Uh, hello." "You wash with Shampoo?" "I-I-... I already took a bath." Shampoo shrugged. "Okay, you just watch Shampoo then.", she smiled mischievously. "Uh, okay. .... NO! This is NOT okay! Shampoo get out of there!!!" "Okay!", she rejoiced, "Now we get to business!" Shampoo started to rise out of the water, Ranma watched as the white suds slid down her body and her waist exited the foam. Just a little higher and he would see her- "STOP! Don't get out!" "Oh, so Ranma join Shampoo, after all!", she giggled. Ranma sighed. "I'm going to bed. I want you out of my room in less than five minutes." "Shampoo not sure she can do it that fast, Shampoo like to have foreplay-" "I DON'T WANT *THAT*!!! I just want you OUT!!" Ranma was really getting tired of all these girls teasing him. He stormed back into his bedroom and plunked down on the bed. Nothing to do but wait for her to leave. Then, perhaps, he could get some peace and get to sleep. A few seconds later, Shampoo came out with a small green towel wrapped around her and a glowing smile. "Shampoo is horny, Ranma." "...", Ranma said in response to the blunt statement. "Shampoo always want Ranma and is sick of wait." The green towel fell to the ground. Shampoo's hair was damp and slightly disarrayed in stringy clumps that, somehow, made her sexier. Ranma swallowed a dry lump in his throat. The Chinese Amazon climbed ontop of Ranma and straddled his thigh. She began to move against him while emitting erotic moans. Ranma couldn't help himself. He kissed the purpled-haired girl and grabbed her curvaceous buttocks. Soon he was squeezing and suckling a tit. Very quickly, he was getting hot and horny himself. This island's climate tended to have that effect on people. Suddenly, Ranma remembered himself. "AHHH!! WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?!?!" "You make love to Shampoo, no?", she panted. "*NO*! Aw Jeez!!" "What matter, Ranma?" "Shampoo, you have to leave." "Again? Make up mind, Ranma! Shampoo horny and no want to play silly games." "Go!" "Ranma funny!", she started kissing him again. "Ikari!", Ranma called out. "Yes, Ranma?", the calm, computer voice responded. "Eek! It that pervert Voice again!" "Will you call security?", Ranma pleaded. "I *am* security." "You know what I mean!" "What for?" "I have an intruder in my room, please return her to her own quarters." "The cyborgs are already on their way." "This will be off the record, right?" "I remember my promise, Ranma." "Thank you.", Ranma sighed relief when he heard the cyborgs at the door... a few more seconds and Shampoo would have gotten his boxers off. Shampoo took one look at the cyborgs and ignored them, still riding Ranma's thigh. She screamed as they attempted to tear her away. When they succeeded in pulling her off of Ranma, she went berserk and tore their limbs off. Lucky for Ranma, six more cyborgs stormed the room and restrained Shampoo, dragging her, kicking and screaming, back to her room. Ranma sighed again thankful that his strange day was coming to an end. "Oh Ran-ma!", Yasha sang. -=-=- "Good Lord!", Ranma called for help. "Please don't mention Him around me!", Yasha scolded. She materialized in her "true" form, wearing a green gossamer gown. She gracefully floated over the bed and extended her legs in a suggestive and sensuous manner. Ranma hardly took notice. "What do you want, Yasha?", he said in an annoyed tone. "Oh! I want *you*, of course!" Ranma groaned and turned away from her. "Go away, I want to sleep!" "I'll setup a displacement so you'll have plenty of time to sleep! And you'll get a good lay out of it too!" Ranma was tempted- a full night's sleep was hard to pass up...- "There'll be no temporal displacements tonight, Yasha!" The sexy succubus pouted, brushing a few curly strands of black hair from her pretty little face and looking painfully cute. The range of expression, even in just one form, was amazing. "Com'on! I'm going to waste! Succubi in human company have a duty to perform!", she said while shoving her bust in his face. He looked cross and pushed them away. "Do your duty elsewhere!" "There's no point to it alone!" "Will you go away!?!" "You know what? You don't realize what you've got here, pal! You've got a succubus who wants you desperately! A girl who can fulfill your every fantasy! And have no morale qualms about it as it is my duty... I can even make love to you in your mind if you don't want any physical evidence lying about." "My every fantasy?" "Uh huh." "Can you make all the girls go away and let me sleep?" "Where's the fun in that!" "So you see, you forgot something... you're also selfish!" "I think you're gay!" "*W-WHAT*?!?" "You don't like girls!", she taunted. "H-How can you say that?! After- we did the thing- and all that- fifty times!", he tripped over his own shock. "Prove it then! Prove it! Show me you're a man!" Yasha threw herself on the bed and spread herself preparing to be ravished. "You know what? I'm not playing your games! You'll have to do better than that!" Ranma picked up a pillow and prepared to sleep on the ground. "You'd rather be a girl and with Ryouga than with me!" "Ouch." She had twanged a major nerve. Ranma sucked air trying to control himself from doing anything rash. But Yasha was unforgiving, following up with a second deadly blow. "And you know what? You weren't even that good! I faked it every single time!" "FAKED IT!?! Faked it! Even with the- and the fuzzy- and when I rubbed the- NO WAY were you faking!!" Yasha knew she had him good this time, she had hit one thing Ranma couldn't allow to be damaged... his pride. "Nope, just an act- WHOA!" Ranma flipped her over and pulled her dress over her bottom. "I'll show you faking you-...", he mumbled. For a split second Yasha was concerned about how easily Ranma was being manipulated into having sex with her- especially since he had just interrupted his lovemaking with Shampoo by a sheer act of will- but then she remembered the ever present power of Kasumi-sama, watching over them. Silently she thanked the hentai goddess and reminded herself to pay the favor back someday. Ranma began to pump the succubus, doggie-style, holding onto her waist for dear life. Yasha just kept demanding it harder and faster, her moans driving Ranma wild. "You want it hard? You want it fast? Okay... YAHHH!!!", he screamed as his training technique kicked in. His shaft became a blur, slipping at high speeds in and out of Yasha's wet and tight cunt. Yasha purred and gurgled in delight, her face contorting to a visage of pure pleasure. Ranma turned the succubus back over again and spread her legs wide and high, holding them there by the back of her knees. Ranma's balls continually slapped against her taunt, round buttocks making an almost comical sound effect at the speed it was being produced. Yasha's grand breasts spun wildly in a similarly comical manner, anyone observing the two would have sworn it was a porno tape on fast-forward. Yasha smiled up at Ranma, who's eyes were shut and face dripping with perspiration, and shape-shifted into Ranko, the smaller Ranma-chan clone. Ranma only opened one eye for a moment to see what had happened then returned to fucking her. Ranko smiled at an idea she had been dying to try. Ranko began slamming her own sex back at Ranma with Amaguriken speed. This time, Ranma wanted to open both eyes, but couldn't afford to handle any other stimuli. The succubus wasn't far off either. In a few minutes, Ranko came with a force she rarely experienced. The unsatiable demoness kept pumping against Ranma awaiting his cum, but she found her partner wasn't participating. "There now... you satisfied? You didn't fake that." "Uh y-yes, I did. I-", she was unconvincing. "Bullshit." "You're not going to cum in me?" "No." "*On* me?", she asked hopefully. Ranma shook his head. "How can you do this to yourself!" "If you really want to, you can try to get me off but there's no chance of it happening." Somehow, Yasha knew he was right. He was on the brink but using techniques learned from Hinako to keep himself from cumming. But Yasha was never one to back down from a challenge. She shifted back to her other form and knelt down in front of the standing Ranma, taking his member into her mouth. Her large breasts swayed with every movement as she tried every oral trick she knew. No dice. Then again, she hadn't tried *every* oral trick... Yasha shifted back to Ranko once more and materialize a pail of water over Ranma's head, which she turned over. "HEY!", screamed the chilled and wet, Ranma-chan. "Gotcha!" Ranko climbed between Ranma-chan's legs and started her job. She knew that Ranma, in his girl form, had little to nothing in the area of sex-education... easy prey to an experienced succubus. Especially, Ranma-chan's body was *her* body... she knew where and what to do to at any given time. The identical red-heads buried each other's faces into each others steaming slits and began to eat each other out with a passionate fury, rolling across the bed. "Unn! Oo!! Ahh! Agh! Oh!!!", Ranma couldn't hold back her cries of passion no matter how disgraceful. The succubus, meanwhile, lapped up the honey flowing from Ranma-chan's slit eagerly. Ranko parted Ranma's petals wide with her fingers and began to toy with the spot she knew would affect the poor human the most. Finally, Ranma came, the force of her contractions squeezing out more delicious cream for Ranko to devour. Nearly simultaneously, Ranko came only a moment after. But where as Ranma-chan fell backwards, exhausted. The never tiring demoness continued to wreak havoc, assaulting Ranma's limp body with pleasure after pleasure. Ranma was rocked by orgasm after orgasm, until she was nearly delirious. Eventually, Ranma-chan just fell asleep on Ranko. "Hmph! Not even a thank you!", she smiled. She cast a sanitation spell to clean up the mess, removing all evidence of sex from the scene, and toyed with the idea of making Ranma think it was a dream... but she decided against it and simply cast a spell to restore Ranma in her sleep. -=-=- The next morning, Ranma-chan lazily woke up, turned and looked up at the ceiling. It was unfamiliar. Oh, that was right, this was Nabiki's island. Ranma groped at her chest, found a set of boobs, and realized he was a she. Once she decided to, Ranma-chan had little trouble getting up. She found a emerald marker on the nightstand next to her and picked it up. Under examination she found a gold bracelet emblem engraved in once side, like the ones on Yasha's ankle and wrist. She was just about to hold it to the light when it dissolved into nothing but the sound of Yasha giggling. Well that verified that last night was real. As she walked to the bathroom to clean up, she realized she was already fresh. But Ranma-chan wanted to be Ranma-kun, so she started to run the hot water anyway. Something about this island was fishy... she had only been here one day and she had already been touched in sexual ways by three women! And she hardly resisted! Ranma began to worry if she was begin drugged again. As she slipped into the water and felt the transformation take place, he found it ironic that while trying to prove he wasn't gay, he ended up making love to Yasha as a girl, anyway. Now he was angry at himself... with all three girls, Nabiki, Shampoo, & Yasha, their intents were *so* obvious, yet *every* time, he failed to completely avoid their advances. Shimatta! He had even touched Shampoo in an unforgivable manner! There was no way he'd be rid of her after last night! More and more, Ranma began to suspect he was being slipped doses of Passion Fever Dust. Fine, then... he would just not eat the food prepared for him. He would live on coconuts, bananas, and fish for a while... he could handle it! -=-=- Rally Vincent looked out at the muggy Chicago morning with disgust. Her life sucked. She wasn't getting any younger and she had yet to have a serious relationship with any one guy... that is to say, she had hardly had any sort of relationship with any guy. It wasn't that guys didn't interest her... it just was not a priority in her busy schedule. But now she was getting a little worried... and a little lonely. May was a great friend, but she couldn't provide all the companionship she needed. And lately, May was getting on her nerves. Rally would constantly hear how wonderful Ken was, and how great May thought he was. May would sit by the phone, staring at Ken's picture waiting for him to call, then leave on dates with him in the night, then return and tell Rally all about it. Rally was on the verge of killing either May or Ken. In fact, May was spending the weekend with Ken leaving Rally all alone. Rally imagined herself twenty years later surrounded by feline friends and shuddered... what a thought. Just then, the doorbell rang. "Heeey, Pussycat!", the ATF agent sleepily smiled, sticking his head in the door. Rally grabbed his face and pushed it back out across the threshold. "Go away, Bill." "What's the matter, Rally? You sound depressed! Is the city life getting to you?" Rally just groaned. While she acted disgusted to see Bill, she actually was thankful for even *his* company. Rally shuddered again, when she realized that. "Well I got, JUST the cure for ya babe!" Bill whipped out a glossy brochure and flashed it in front of Rally's face. Then he took out a file and tossed it down. "What is it, Bill?" "This is your ticket to the beautiful Xanadu resort on the tropical Lodoss Island!" "What are you talking about?" "Hey, where's May? She should hear this, too." "May's out. Com'on, what's up?" "Well it seems that there's been some gun running and drug dealing out in the Pacific, so the ATF is right on it!" Rally picked up the file and flipped through it. "Hm... isn't Japan a little out of your jurisdiction?" "Well, as the guns and drugs are being shipped into the US, we've received a special permit to- ah- extend our area of influence in this particular case." "What does this have to do with me?" "Glad you asked, Baby, glad you asked.... The ATF has every reason to believe that there are major transactions occurring during the festivities on Xanadu." "Festivities?" "A tournament... a test of female fighters... it's a front and kind of kinky if you ask me!" "Well no one *asked* you! You don't expect me to fight in this tourney, do you?!" "Nothing like that, Kitten... although weapons *are* allowed. It seems that male access to the island is highly exclusive, so we're going for the best all-female team we can put together to go in there and find out what we need to know. You'll be acting as a manager for her-", Bill pulled out a picture from the file, "Tracy, who will be the *real* competitor. What we want *you* to do is relax, enjoy the sun and surf, and protect Tracy as a bodyguard. It's really a cake- walk for you, Rally. I picked this mission for you as a gift!" "I'm a bounty hunter, what makes you think I'll just go in and do this?" "Well first off, there are big rewards on the heads of the drug lords, and their bound to show up. And second... have you got anything better to do?" -=-=- "I think he's on to us." "Hm?" "Ranma didn't eat breakfast this morning... or rather, he went out to eat." "Out?! Out to where?" "Out to the outside. He caught a fish, had a banana on the side, and drank coconut milk for dessert." "You're kidding.", said Nabiki. Kasumi giggled. "No, I'm not... but actually, it's kind of funny." "Well then... to Plan B." "You actually have a Plan B?" "Doesn't every girl who wants to take over the world have a Plan B?" "You're kidding.", Kasumi imitated. "About the world domination part? Yes. But about Plan B? No, I've actually got something up my sleeve...." Nabiki then pulled what looked like a package of instant ramen flavoring out of her sleeve, and set it on the table. Kasumi went over and examined the package. The writing was entirely in Chinese so she was unable to read most of it. "What is this?" "We know that the Junsekyo Springs can alter a person's personality as well as their species or sex." "We do?" "If say, a warrior were to fall in the Cursed Spring of Drowned Priest... then in his cursed form, he'd be a peaceful and spiritual person rather than one filled with bloodlust." "Okay." "And we know where to get instant Junsekyo curses, like the ones Shampoo used." "We do?" "Actually, up until this morning we didn't. But I had a talk with Shampoo and she gave me their phone number." "So if we found, say, the Curse of the Drowned Pervert...", said Kasumi, catching on. "You got it!" "Well, then... let's go find Ranma!" -=-=- Ranma wandered around the beautiful & huge resort until he stumbled upon Akane and Ranko training in a grove of bamboo. "Hi, Ranma!" "Good morning, Cousin! Did you sleep well?" "Being an island alone with beautiful women, gave me very *interesting* dreams, Ranko." "Interesting!?!", Akane said through grit teeth. "They were all about women throwing themselves upon me!-" "RANMA!", Akane admonished. "Was *I*, one of the women?", Ranko giggled. "RANKO!" Akane began to notice that Ranko was adopting Nabiki's off color humor. "And me turning them all aside to be with my one true love, you, Akane!", he finished, stealing a kiss that caused her to smile and blush. "Ranma!", she said in an embarrassed tone, then kissed him back. Ranko coughed and the couple froze. "So, you two are really in love?" For a while both Ranma and Akane were silent, being caught in the act... they were so accustomed to Ranko's presence, they had forgotten to- Ranma realized that Yasha was saying it was all right for Ranko to know. "Yeah, we are.", Ranma smiled. Akane punched his arm then looked at Ranko. "Yes, Ranko, we really love each other. Can you keep it a secret for now?" "I understand. I promise. Now that you've told me this, I have got something to tell you, Akane..." Ranma thought Yasha was going to reveal herself to Akane... she didn't. "I was once in love with your Ranma, too." Akane opened her mouth but didn't know what to say. "But then again, I was only eight years old at the time!", she smiled. "Now that I see him, I still love him. But I'm content to love him as a brother. Romantically, there's nothing between us." "Thanks, Ranko. It's really good to know someone like you knows our secret... now I can gossip about Ranma, behind his back, with you! Just don't steal him away from me, girl!" "Ahem! I'm still here, you know?" "How could we forget you!?" Ranma took a girl in each arm and began walking to the tea garden. Surrounded by such beauty and the two girls he loved most, Ranma thought it would be a splendid day and at last his vacation would be going in the right direction. -=-=- "IEEEEE!!!" "Oh, dear God! Miss Shampoo-" "OH OH! UNG! AAAAAAH!" "Miss Shampoo! Please! You-" "Ooo! MMM! Ah! HM!" "You must desist your- ahem- your activities, at once! You cannot be doing... *THAT* in a public area!" Right now Ikari was very flustered. As usual, he had been surveying the grounds, as a good security computer should do, when he noticed Shampoo stopping on the front steps. She was wearing a tight-fitting, red dress... not that it mattered, because in a heart beat it was off! The big busted amazon then began rolling about, naked, while fingering herself with her middle finger. Ikari knew from Nabiki's records that Shampoo was a more shameless girl than the others, but it never mentioned such an extreme! "Miss Shampoo!" "AAAAHHHHH!!!! .... S-shut up, stupid Voice. Shampoo is horny.", she said, panting after orgasm. "Er, why then are you 'horny', Miss Shampoo." "Ranma teased Shampoo last night, have phony men take Shampoo away! Shampoo like foreplay but not one that take so long!" Ikari couldn't recall the event, since he had promised Ranma to wipe all memory of Ranma's activities... he'd have to forget this too, or at least the part that pertained to Ranma. "Miss Shampoo, you can continue your activities, *privately*, in your quarters-" "Shampoo can't help self, ever since Akane pervert sister give me Dust! Shampoo wanted Dust for Ranma! But Nabiki say no and say just as good on Shampoo. So Shampoo take and now like this!" "The Dust? Is that all? I'll get some cyborgs to spray you with some represent, and take you to your quarters, all right?" What Ikari didn't know was that the represent only repressed... unlike Dr. Tofu's formula with had a amnesiac element to cause the patient to forget their urges when the represent wore off, it didn't cure. Shampoo's urges would return. -=-=- After lunch, at which Ranma warily picked at his food (no sense in alarming the girls), Ranko, Akane, & Ranma saw Ukyou, alone, training on the shore of the blue, freshwater lagoon. "I'm going to go talk to Ukyou, okay?" Ranma let Ranko go without hesitation, eager to be with Akane alone. "We'll see you later!", Ranma called back as he quickly pulled Akane away. Ranko jogged up to Ukyou who was walking up a diagonally growing palm tree. "Hey, U-chan!", Ranko called. Ukyou jerked at the sound of Ranko's voice and stumbled. Ranko helped her up as she brushed off the sand. "I'm sorry!" "It's okay." Ukyou didn't look at her. "I didn't mean to distract you, U-chan... um, may I call you U-chan, Ukyou?" "Well, usually only Ranma calls me that... so you should ask him... but I don't mind, I guess." Ukyou still didn't make eye contact. Ranko seemed delighted, though. "I'm sure he'll let me! And you can call me Ran-chan! .... That is, when Ranma's not around." Something seemed to break in Ukyou as she grabbed Ranko by front of her dress. "YOU'RE *NOT* RANMA, OKAY!?! You may look like him and sound like him but you don't act like him, think like him, or have his soul! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" Ukyou seemed to tremble for a moment before she fell to her knees and started crying. "I'm sorry.", she mumbled through her tears, "I shouldn't have yelled at you. You were just trying to be friendly." Ranko sat down beside her and asked her point blank: "Do you like me?", Ranko asked. "Huh? Yeah, you're a very nice person." "No, I mean do you *like* me?" Ukyou turned away. "I d-don't know... what you mean." Ranko touched Ukyou's face and she flinched. Ranko turned Ukyou's head to face her. "I mean, are you attracted to me?-" "You're very pretty...." "Sexually." Ukyou turned away again. After a while she answered. "Yes." ".... I thought so." "I'm scared of you." "Why?" "Because all this time I thought I loved Ranma- then you came along- I'm all messed up. He was the first- the only one to call me cute. But- I feel as though I'll never have my chance with Ranma so I'm settling for you... that you were trying to replace him in my life! And I was scared because you were a girl! I didn't think I was- I was... that *way*." "What way?" "Lesbian? Bisexual? I don't know, I'm so messed up-" "I'm bisexual.", Ranko interrupted. "What- Huh- How do you know?" "In time, you'll know... but not if you hide from yourself. I don't know you very well, but I have feelings towards you, too." "Y-You do?", Ukyou stammered. "Yes." "I'm still trying to figure myself out- I can't- I won't-" "Why don't we just get to know each other first?" "Okay, I'd like that." Ukyou started piling white sand on her toes as she looked out at the still lagoon. "So what do you want to talk about.", Ranko smiled. -=-=- "You're leaving?" "Yes, Lord Bison. I will be departing shortly." Bison took a look at Vega and smiled. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." "Of course." "Do *NOT*...- ahem- *ruin*... the Projects." "May I have a *little* fun?", Vega ventured. Bison waved his hand in a nonchalant manner, but then stared at the Spanish "ninja" with an intensity that betrayed his true severity. "Enjoy." Vega smiled... and left. -=-=- When dinner came, so did all those folks scattered about the island. Shampoo came, hair frizzled and glazed over eyes, as did Hinako, ready and eager to eat. Kasumi and Nabiki carefully unfolded their napkins and placed them on their laps. Ranma & Akane came in adjusting their rumpled clothing and with big smiles on their faces. Lastly, Ukyou and Ranko appeared. They walked in holding hands and giggling. They tried to straighten out their faces but it only caused them to explode into more laughter. Finally everyone arrived and Nabiki called for their attention with a bell. "You've all have had a little taste of Xanadu, and I assure you that in the tournament to come there will be plenty of time to relax and enjoy the island. I want you all to have a great time while you are here and to have fun! But tonight, we'll eat, we'll drink, and we'll party into the night, because tomorrow the women will begin to arrive and the tourney will begin! A toast!", she paused to allow everyone to raise their glasses with her, "To Xanadu and to us!" Everyone echoed her toast and downed their drinks, all except Ranma who politely refrained from drinking. -=-=- "Rally, meet Tracy. Tracy, meet Rally.", Bill introduced the two. The women shook hands and greeted each other. "Hey." "Hi." "All right you two, when we get there our plan has two parts: Tracy is going to be in the tournament as cover and as a spy if she can win the tournament and the confidence of the crime lords. The other part is Rally and me. We'll pose as bodyguards and managers for Tracy, and be investigating the drug and gun running during the whole tournament, in case Tracy doesn't win." "Okay, it sounds sort of like a plan.", Tracy smirked. "Hey, by the way, what makes you so special? Why did the ATF pick you up to participate in the tourney?" "Actually, I'm a cop, and it surprised me that they wanted to bring a bounty hunter in as my bodyguard. But I was planning on entering, anyway, to track the Organization. We have good leads that point to this tourney, relating to the Organization. The ATF just decided to tag along." "Err... okay. I meant, what kind of fighting abilities do you posses?" Tracy smiled. In a heartbeat, two oversized tonfas flipped out of nowhere into Tracy's hands. "Armed combat is allowed, sister. I can do a whole lotta damage with these babies!" "Against trained martial artists?" "Just wait and see what I can do, I bet I'm more lethal than you and your guns!" "Oh yeah?" Rally's hand went into her jacket. "WHOA! Hold on their ladies! I've seen less testosterone in a pro wrestling match! Save it for the bad guys!" -=-=- Ukyou, Ranko, and Hinako drank and danced too much and their conditions ranged from tipsy to flat out drunk. Ikari had the cyborgs take the women to their rooms. Akane and Shampoo retired early to be better prepared for tomorrow, leaving Ranma alone with Kasumi and Nabiki. "So, Ranma! You've decided not to act as my host?" "Uh huh." "And you decision is final?" "Yup." "I can't change your mind in any way then?" "Now you're catching on, Nabiki!" "What would be so bad about helping her, Ranma?", Kasumi asked. Nabiki held her hand up. "No, Kasumi. He's made up his mind and we must respect his decision." "You respect it by trying to drug me again?" "Ranma, we were just trying to help you loosen up a bit! You *are* on vacation, you know!" "Nobody asked for your help-" "I didn't want to do it this way... but I've got no other choice! Ranma... forgive me." Nabiki produced a bucket of water and threw it a Ranma. Years of experience had taught Ranma to dodge at once, when a bucket appeared, and the water splashed harmlessly to his side... just as Nabiki had planned. Nabiki pulled hard on a thick yellow cord and a second bucket of water was released on top of the poor, unsuspecting Ranma. Ranma sat there, dripping wet, fists and teeth clenched tightly. He was about to pounce upon Nabiki when he realized something... he was still a he. He didn't change! And that was most certainly COLD water!!! Before he could think of anything else, he was forced to react as an emotional being.... "YAAAAHHHHOOOOOOO!!!!!", Ranma yelled as he leapt up forty feet into the air. "ThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyou!!!", he said as his kissed Nabiki all over the face. His last kiss lingered as he held her tightly and kissed her passionately... his hand slid down to her butt. "W-O-W...", Nabiki panted as she stumbled slightly. "Well, did it work?", Kasumi asked. "I-I'm not sure... it seemed to have-" "I mean the hentai part." "That might have just been gratitude-" "Well, then... only one way to find out." Kasumi grabbed Ranma's head by the ears to stop him from dancing then ripped open her blouse. "Ranma, look.", she commanded, then shoved his face between her beautiful black-lace bra covered boobs. "Agaaa- aga- ga- ga- ga- eeewwwwwrrrr-", Ranma stammered. He was getting dizzy and coming close to fainting. His hands, almost automatically, as if by reflex, clamped onto Kasumi's chest and squeezed. Ranma's mind screamed in horror... then he did faint. -=-=- When he came to, he found his face still buried in Kasumi's ample front... obviously he had not been out for long. He was also still groping Akane's voluptuous older sister. There was something different this time, though. Now, he didn't mind. He didn't mind that he was betraying Akane. He didn't mind that it was with Akane's sister. He didn't mind that he was aroused by Kasumi. He didn't mind that he was committing an act he would never do on his own accord given the chance. He was obviously a different person. So different, that he undid the front of Kasumi's bra to free her lovely breasts. He squeezed their silky flesh through his palms then forced Kasumi to her knees. Kasumi, like a frantic animal, undid Ranma's pants and dropped his boxers. She stuffed his engorged member down her throat eagerly anticipating a treat she had been long denied, all the while, Ranma grasping the back of her head and aiding her cause. At the very last moment, Ranma pulled out, spraying his semen across her face and chest. It was almost disgusting in the way he delighted as she scrambled to clean up as much of it as she could. Ranma got behind her, as she was on her hands and knees, and ran hand along the inside of her leg only to find her dripping with anticipation. Ripping away her lacey underthings with one jerk, he exposed Kasumi completely. Ranma pushed himself inside her, Kasumi moaning desperately at his entry. Near the two, more moaning could be heard from Nabiki who was going mad with lust and fingering herself. Ranma kept pushing until he had buried himself to the hilt in Kasumi, her warm, slick, throbbing pussy, clenching around him. Stroking himself in and out of her, Ranma pushed them both to the limits of ecstasy. Kasumi stuck her ass high in the air, back into Ranma, as she ground her face into the carpet. She was clutching at the floor and her heavy tits mashed against the rug, as she pounded backwards. Again, Ranma withdrew, spurting his hot cum across her back. This only frustrated Kasumi further, she was determined to get him to cum inside of her... one way or another. Kasumi, when driven by lust, was equally transformed as Ranma was with his current "curse." It was obvious from her next request. "Fuck my ass, Ranma!" "Say it again?", Ranma grinned mischievously. "You heard me, you bastard! I want it up the ass!" "You asked for it... UNGH!" "OH MY!", she parodied herself. As Ranma invaded Kasumi's rear, Nabiki began an assault on her front. Nabiki played with Kasumi's jiggling breasts as she rode Ranma's shaft, pinching the nipples, and biting them gently. Kasumi fingered herself with one hand while playing with Nabiki with the other. The trio heaved together for a while before they all exploded together, their passion spent. Kasumi gasped, panting in the wake of her sexual experience, as Nabiki choked for air, lying on her back. In a moment, Nabiki's back was arching back. This was because Ranma has slushed out of Kasumi and into Nabiki. With her knees nearly to her chest and her legs spread wide, Ranma began slamming Nabiki. "S-so... ** What's this plan- YEAH!- about me being the sponsor, or host?" Nabiki opened her eyes as best she could and addressed Kasumi. "I- OHMYGOD!- t-t-think it- AHHH!- w-worked!" -=-=- "They are all going there then?" "Yes, such a concentration I have not seen since the Night Warriors gathered." "Well then, they must be handled." "I don't believe their purpose-" "Rose! Do not question us... Bison questioned us...." She rose an eyebrow at that. "A threat?", she asked. "...A promise..." "I will go.", Rose said flatly. "Of course you will." "Should I banish-" Rose was ignored. "You will easily integrate yourself into the tourney." "I will be going then." -=-=- When the first plane landed, Nabiki was there to greet them. It seemed that shades were in style, as Sofia, Nina, Chun Li, Tracy, Rally, and Bill all stepped off the plane wearing them. Nabiki greeted them all with a warm smile and a handshake, introducing herself as one of the many sponsors for the tourney, and gave them each a tag for their own personal cyborg to serve them. Which was in this case: carrying the bags. In general, the shaded guests stepped off the plane with little to say, surveying their surroundings in a very professional manner. But there were some exceptions. Nabiki overheard part of a conversation between a teen-aged Japanese school girl and a busty blonde young adult: "Oh? So what *do* you do?" "Actually, besides fighting in tournaments, I'm a college student." "Where does a college student get the money to participate in a tournament like this?" "The same place a high school girl like yourself does, Missy!" "So you're here just for the title, too, huh? You're waiving your right to the prize money, just to participate... like me!" "I don't care so much about the title or the money as the experience. I train to increase my skill and to...- forget it." "What!? Why do you fight? Don't just, 'forget it!'", Sakura pouted, upset that Sarah had cut herself off. "You see, that's just it... I've forgot it. I've lost many of my memories. It's not like I have total amnesia- Hello, my name is Sarah Bryant- but I can't remember a lot of important things... like my family. Fighting helps me focus... and get my memories back to me." "I see.... Well, I fight to prove myself to my- my-..." "Your what?" "I'm not sure what to call him. I'm his greatest fan and I have watched him from afar, studying his technique. That's where I learned how to fight. He's my mentor I guess... but I have- well, I have sort of a crush on him.", Sakura giggled. "Sounds like Fei Long's got himself a stalker!", Sarah joked. "Hey! No! It's not that movie star! Long's as fake as that Jonny Cage guy! No, my mentor's a *REAL* fighter...", Sakura sighed, "He's a REAL *DREAM*!" "So who's the lucky guy? Tell me already!", Sarah pressed. "He's the greatest fighter in the world!" "Every girl thinks her guy's the greatest-" "But he *IS* the-" "*WHO*!?!", Sarah demanded, her face screwed up in total frustration. Sakura, having a little brother who made the *exact* same face, burst into peels of laughter. It was contagious and Sarah was soon laughing too. Finally they calmed down. "Okay, okay!", Sakura said, wiping her tears, "It's Ryu." Sarah looked at her a moment and let out a long whistle. "Girl... you sure know how to pick 'em." -=-=- "Wow, she's cute!", Bill whistled as they passed Sakura. "You're old enough to be her father, Bill!" "I'm not that kind of guy, Rally." "Though, she looks Japanese and the age of consent is much lower over there....", Tracy commented. "Then again-" "BILL!", Rally looked at him crossly. "I'm kidding! Can't you take a joke? Why would I chase after cute little girls when I've got two drop-dead gorgeous women right here?! HA HA!", he slapped their behinds for emphasis. "Hey, I'm taken!", Tracy frowned in offense and blushed in flattery at the same time. Rally, too, colored... but for a totally different reason. "Hands *OFF*, Pal!!!" Rally twisted his arm until Bill said "Uncle!" -=-=- "...." Suddenly, his eyes flew open as he remained in his lotus position. "...." "...." Gouki snarled at the mention of Ryu. "I will destroy him." Akuma grunted and dove into the cold, dark sea. As he swam away, his island began to sink into the depths of the sea. Akuma swam with powerful strokes, edging closer to Lodoss Island with every passing moment. Akuma couldn't help himself, he let out a maniacal laugh in the middle of the blue-green sea. "Ryu! I'm coming for you!" -=-=- "Oh my God! It's *SO* BEAUTIFUL!!!", Yuri squealed. She spun around to take in the view, nearly smacking King with her heavy luggage. Mai stepped off next, giggling with delight and wearing scandalously little. "King, isn't it amazing!?", Mai gasped in awe. King looked around and smiled. "I have to admit, it is quite lovely. So far, all we've done here is see the pretty scenery but already it seems to be worth every penny... I think this vacation will do me good.", she let out a soft sigh of contentment. "Don't get *too* relaxed... we've still got a tourney to win, gals.", Mai reminded them. "Ha! No problem!" King put her hands in the back pockets of her shorts and stretched backwards. "Ohh! After a little rest and relaxation, I'll be ready to take the title in no time!" "Not if *I* get it first!", Mai said. "Hey, don't be in such a rush to win, let's enjoy this place and get our money's worth!", Yuri said. "Speaking of which... this map says a 24 hour restaurant is open for business. I'm hungry and our meal tickets will cover any regular meals... let's eat!", said Mai. "Yeah, airplane food always makes me hungry!" "Hopeless... just, hopeless....", King sighed. -=-=- The contestants were allowed to mingle and wander Xanadu for the first few hours as more and more guests arrived. When what seemed to be the majority of fighters arrived, Nabiki announced that the orientation would take place in the concert hall. After everyone gathered into the hall, the rules of the tourney, codes of conduct, operation of cyborgs, recreation activities available, tours of Lodoss Island, and how to acquire Ikari's aid, were all discussed and briefly explained. Then, Nabiki introduced Ranma. -=-=- "I feel stupid!", Ranma muttered, sitting backstage waiting for Nabiki to finish. Kasumi smiled and adjusted his face-mask. "I feel like Zorro, Tuxedo Mask, Robin, or a lame bank robber... why do I need this idiotic mask?!?" "To add a sense of mystery, Ranma! The mask makes you very, very sexy. Besides, the rich are known to be eccentric... your mask won't bother anyone." "You really think it makes me look sexy?" "*More* sexy... I can barely hold myself back." "You think other girls will find it sexy?" "*Certainly*! Zorro and Mask got ALL the gals, remember?" "I still think I look like a dork... but I'll wear the dumb mask, anyway. I need it to be a judge, and girls who need to win will want to please the judge, in anyway they can...-", Ranma's voice trailed off as he began to smile broadly, his mind on something else. "Ranma, pay attention! Nabiki is about to call you up!" -=-=- "...and now your host, the owner of the Xanadu resort on this lovely island, would like to say a few words. It is my pleasure to introduce, Ranma Saotome!" Ranma strided in, his white cape flapping behind him. Smiling for he crowd he ran a hand through his hair... some of the younger women fainted. "Hello, ladies. As you all know, you are here to test your skills against one another in combat. The victor will be declared The Strongest Woman in The World!!!" Applause and cheers broke out. Hentai Ranma waited for it to subside some before continuing. "My excitement can barely be contained. I look forward to the thrilling display of skill and talent I expect to see within the next few days. Words cannot explain my anticipation!" Again, Ranma found himself interrupted by the cheers of the crowd. "I hope to see you all at this evening's open air banquet. It should be quite an affair!" His tone showed that the invitation was a little more than that... later the guests were told attendance was mandatory. -=-=- As the sun set, the cyborgs scurried about, preparing for the banquet. Most of the guests arrived as the sun disappeared into the purple and red haze, although the dinner was scheduled for well after sunset. Most of the lovely women wore modest and practical clothing: shorts and summer dresses. But Mai and Ranma's "harem" set the standard for that evening by showing the most skin in an erotic yet elegant manner: Mai wore a short, flowery dress that left little to the imagination; Shampoo's party dress was literally suspended by her bust; Ranko and Hinako were showing a lot of leg; Kasumi had no shame when it came to cleavage; and Nabiki covered it all up... but in skin tight material. The style went from casual and comfortable to cleavage and classy as many gals ran back to their rooms to change or make steamy modifications to their nightgowns. The shameless women quickly turned Mai's fashion statement into a contest of who would go the farthest. Now short skirts, latex spray-ons, bikinis, nighties, and even birthday suits were starting to appear in some corners. Rose saw the trend and discretely used magic to change out of her stylish and practical fighting outfit into her chest hugging, breast boasting gypsy, fortune teller's attire. She was careful never to bend at the waist for fear a ripe melon might spring free. -=-=- Now it was all dark and the full moon floated brightly above. It's magic glow, paper lamps, torches, and table candles provided the mood light for the event. A gentle, warm breeze carried the smells and sounds of the ocean. The atmosphere was romantic and demanded a partner to share it with... Rally was alone. It wasn't being *here* alone that depressed her, as compared to being alone *everywhere*. It wasn't that she didn't get any offers, the guys who asked her out just didn't meet her standards... whatever those were. For the moment, Rally was glad to be alone. That way, while Tracy and Bill raided the shrimp cocktail, it left her alone to sulk and brood without Bill trying to cheer her up. Just then, a long-haired man pulled up a chair and sat down next to her. Rally looked up and gawked... he was the most gorgeous guy she had ever seen, in life, TV, or otherwise. He was tall and thin, yet built in a way that showed strength. He had an almost women-like quality to him in terms of grace and beauty... but, again, that underlying strength betrayed his masculinity. "I hope this seat wasn't taken... I could not pass up the opportunity to sit next to such a beautiful woman." He flashed her a smile and she melted. His voice had an accent that was very obvious and thick- Spanish-, which Rally *almost* found sexy... pity it was so high. "N-no, go right a head and sit- I'm- you're already sitting- I- oh!" The fellow laughed kindly. "You are speechless before me, no? I seem to have that effect on women." Normally, Rally would have put a slug through the foot of any guy who had even a fraction of this one's vanity... but for him, she'd make an exception. "What are you doing here?- at the tourney I mean." "I'm a sponsor....", the narcissist's voice trailed off as if he didn't wish to speak about it. Rally took a hint and ignored the subject. "You really are quite beautiful, my Kitten." Rally bushed and looked at herself, she was wearing a dark blue dress suit with dark nylons, a white blouse, and matching heels... nothing really that special in her opinion. The Spaniard, on the other hand, was fully groomed in a suit that had to be several grand at least. "I'm flattered-" "Please?", he gestured towards her hand. At first Rally did not understand, but then she nodded giddily. He gently and slowly lifted her hand to his lips and kissed them, firmly but with emotion, all while staring in her eyes. Rally was afraid she was going to faint... at the same time she wanted to blow her brains out for falling so pathetically for this guy who she knew nothing about. "What is your-" Before she could finish Rally saw him jerk in response to something he saw out of the corner of his eye. With a cat-like movement he sprang to his feet. "My apologies... I must leave at once. I will come back. I promise. See you soon?" With that, he slipped away. Rally saw a few girls try to trail him but failing. Tracy and Bill came up almost immediately. "Who was the *babe*?!", Tracy demanded. "Hey, he wasn't *that* good looking!", Bill protested. "I-I didn't get a chance to find out.", said Rally. "Bill wanted to arm-wrestle the guy, but I held him back. Didn't seem to do much good, though... why'd he take off like that?" "I don't know, he just said he had to leave." "Maybe he was about to fart?", Bill suggested. "Guys like that don't fart!", said Tracy, tugging at her lewd dress, uncomfortably. "If he don't fart, he ain't a guy!" "You saying a guy can't have manners?" "Good grief.", Rally sighed as the two continued their stupid argument. -=-=- The demented and totally twisted Kodachi Kuno roamed the banquet in search of her beloved Ranma. She had called upon the Dojo during the week only to find him on holiday. Distraught he had not thought to invite her, she realized it must have been those other bitches who either kidnapped him or intercepted her invitation. No doubt this celebration was heralding her arrival... if only she could find her love. The Black Rose encountered a sexy lady who's sliver hair had a green tint to it. Although she didn't know it, this lady was just as, if not more, demented and twisted than she was... but then again, Morrigan had an excuse. She was, after all, a succubus. The pale woman brushed her hair behind her ears and stood provocatively. The demoness was in her human form, but it seemed impossible for her not to flirt or radiate her sexuality, regardless. Her form fitting black dress had a such a low cut, showing all the cleavage she could without breaking any decency laws, that it was difficult to tell if she wore a top to her dress at all. At the same time her skirt was so short her lavender garter belt that held up her matching stockings were peeking out. "Have you seen the one who answers to the ethereal name of Ranma Saotome?" "If I have, who would be asking?" "I, the Black Rose, Kodachi Kuno, demand you relinquish any and all knowledge of my beloved Ranma!" Morrigan looked at the twisted girl who was obviously insane and smiled. "Are you here to fight in the tourney?" "If that is what it takes to get an audience with Ranma." "There is another way...." "TELL me.", Kodachi's eyes grew wild, her insanity brewing, "*NOW*." Morrigan bit her lip and coyly looked around to see if anyone was watching, when she was satisfied she put her hands on the sides of Kodachi's hips and stared deeply into her mad eyes. "I'll only tell you... if you kiss me." Kodachi was totally mesmerized by the succubus and drew in closer, embracing Morrigan. Kodachi's hands began running themselves along Morrigan's smooth rump. Her womanhood throbbed with a sudden, irrational desire. Morrigan's ample breasts mashed against Kodachi's pert, firm ones as they suddenly locked in a passionate kiss. On lookers wondered what this teen-aged girl was doing, undulating against the air, her eyes shut tight, her hands moving in strange motions in front of her, and her tongue performing the oddest of dances. Obviously, Morrigan made herself unseen to others. As soon as the kiss ended, she left Kodachi dazed and alone. , Morrigan addressed an unseen subject, -=-=- Cammy strolled around uncomfortably. It wasn't that she had difficulty with people, she just didn't handle social situations very well. Cammy had been mostly isolated her whole life, with MI6 as her family. Right now, she felt as awkward as when she went to the prom alone... that is, if the memory was genuine; she never could tell. Besides, she was uncomfortable in a dress. Years of training in what amounted to a one-piece bathing suit had accustomed her to non-restrictive clothing... plus a mini-skirt was a little more than just confining. As a topless competitor jiggled and quivered past her, Cammy realized she could have gone with the green outfit but she didn't like what that said about her. Coming to a formal banquet in that just didn't jive with her personality... unlike that Shiranui girl. Cammy decided to get a seat and sit out the whole ordeal so she looked around for a table. For some reason, a table seating three blondes, drew her attention. At first she thought she knew one of them then thought she had seen all of them at one time or another, but finally dismissed it all a side-effect of her faulty memory. "Um, excuse me... are you a party? I mean, do you mind if I sit here?", Cammy asked. The blonde with a Russian accent replied. "Not at all, darling. We're all strangers here but that is no reason not to be friendly.", Sofia smiled, "I'm Sofia." "Cammy.", she smiled back. "Sarah.", Sarah waved. "Hello.", Cammy said. Then Sarah nudged Nina. Nina growled. "Williams... Nina Williams." Cammy let out an involuntary gasp. Nina Williams! Was this *THE* Nina Williams?!? The one that MI6 has been trying to nail for the past sixteen months?!? The professional assassin that *NEVER* failed?!? Cammy realized this to be a chance of a lifetime to nail Williams. "Are you all right?", Sarah asked. "Huh? Um, no... it's just you all seem so familiar. Are you sure we haven't met before?" "Did you come in on the second flight?" "Nope." "No, then, I'm certain we've never met." "The same here.", Sofia said. "Never seen you in my entire life.", Nina chorused. "Unless-....", Sarah trailed off. "Unless what?" "There's a period of my past I don't remember...." When she said that the other three instantly snapped to attention. Sarah's openness about her amnesia was something the other three didn't have, but their reaction made their thoughts obvious. "You don't-" Cammy stopped. Suddenly she jumped back and stood up, sensing an incoming attack. "YIYEEYIYEEYIYEEYIYEEYIYEEYI!!!!" The shrill battle cry interrupted whatever Cammy was thinking as a masked figure descended from the darkness above, and smashed down through the four's table. By reflex, the four fighters evacuated their seats before impact. The blond, long haired attacker was armed with three long bladed claws on one fist, and wore a white mask with only two thin eye-slits exposed. The area was filled with world-class fighters who, in almost instant response to Vega's entry, all jumped to attention and took on their fighting stances. All except Cammy.... Cammy froze in terror when she saw the claws, her hand jerked involuntarily to the scar on her face. She didn't understand it but those claws filled her with a petrifying horror she couldn't handle. Completely paralyzed, Vega took the opportunity to grab her and hold her hostage. The Spaniard held his blades to her throat, pressing lightly... but enough to draw three little scarlet drops of blood. Sofia and Sarah immediately circled the attacker as Nina stood behind him. , Nina thought. She spotted a steak knife lying across a piece of wrecked table then stepped on it hard, popping the blade up into the air, into her hand. While Vega was distracted by the other two, hissing and turning menacingly, Nina leapt forward and plunged the knife into Vega's shoulder. "EARGGGHHH!!!", he screamed as she spun around, claws out. His wild attack caught the three blondes off guard, shredding the front of their dresses. But the instant the claws left her throat, Cammy regained her courage. She elbowed Vega in the gut and flipped away free while he reeled. Vega growled and suddenly plucked the knife from his shoulder and tossed it at Cammy in one swift motion. ** All eyes turned to Rally, who still held her smoking pistol trained on Vega. "Amazing!" "She shot that knife right out of the air!" "I can drop him where he stands.", Rally coolly stated. Bill shook his head. "Rally.", he said sternly and quietly... it was not a request but an order. "GRRROWWWRR!!!", roared the enraged ninja as he launched himself at Nina. Mid-flight, however, Vega reversed direction and charged Cammy... claws first. Again, Cammy found herself frozen at the end of the claws, but if she didn't move she'd be skewered. ** Three metallic pings rang out as each of Vega's claws were shot off in mid-flight. Unable to cancel his forward momentum, Vega found himself flying, unarmed, at a grinning Brit. Cammy caught the formerly bladed fist and smiled evilly. "SPINNING KNUCKLE FIST!!!", she shouted. Three devastating blows to the mask after a full spin through the air sent Vega reeling backwards. Vega hissed again, assuming an attack stance. His eyes narrowed.... Then a thin, hairline crack appeared in his white mask and part of the left side fell away. Gripping his face in horror, Vega was unwilling to risk his looks for this battle. He changed his mind and disappeared into the darkness, leaping from table to table. The whole crowd seemed to exhale at once, and murmurs ran wild through the party. With the excitement over, the four suddenly realized that they were unknowingly flashing flesh. Sarah quickly moved her palm to cover up an exposed nipple & Nina held the tatters of her dress together to leave some mystery to her bosom. Sofia was the worst off, a strap of her tight dress severed, leaving a round tit to bounce freely in the open air. She pulled the strings together and made a knot. Doing flips and cartwheels in a mini did not particularly leave Cammy in a modest state, either. She pulled down her skirt and blushed furiously. The Russian investigator and Irish assassin both puzzled over the attack, their analytical minds turning in knots. By the skill of his attack and retreat, he was obviously a professional. Yet, if he was, why did he attack so publicly, so stupidly? His interest seemed to be focused on Cammy as well, and Cammy seemed to have an unexplained fear of the clawed attacker. There was also the question of amnesia... they all seemed to have a forgotten period of time in their pasts. There were so many questions. Too many to be answered all in one night. -=-=- Despite the dramatic episode, the party quickly resumed its light-hearted atmosphere and the girls began enjoying the evening again. Except Rally. She was congratulated by several women for her marksmanship, but it felt meaningless to her. She was alone again. The man who had told her she was so beautiful had been gone for over an hour, despite his promise to be back... yet another loser. It was the story of her life. Rally sighed and downed another glass of liquid bliss. -=-=- "Oh waitress, Oh waitress!", a ditzy bimbo called out. When the "waitress" didn't respond, the bimbo sighed an exasperated sigh and tapped the woman over the shoulder. "Waitress?" The Chinese girl turned around and frowned. "I'm not a waitress, I'm Chun Li.", she said coldly, silently wondering why she decided to wear *this* outfit. The bimbo shrugged not comprehending the response or seeing the crime in insulting the Queen. She turned to the short-haired blonde Chun Li was talking to. The blonde was wearing a tuxedo and sipping a martini, no girl in her right mind would wear that do a dinner party! Surely she was a waitress! The bimbo opened her mouth. "Oh... okay. What about you-" "I'm King." The bimbo seemed defeated... not for long. "Oh. ... Oh waitress, oh waitress!", she called as she chased after Sakura. -=-=- Nabiki smiled mischievously as she watched the cyborg service run to and fro. She was thinking of the effect the Dust would be having on these poor girl's dreams that night. She had not put that much... only a trace here and there. But the girls who had eaten a lot, especially those who had drank a lot, would be great fun tomorrow. -=-=- Sakura was having a blast. After ridding herself of some annoying ditz, she started dancing with a couple of other girls. Mai and Yuri really knew how to party! Sakura was getting a little embarrassed by them, though, because: one, they were drunk; and two, because of the way Mai was jiggling all over the place. That girl showed no signs of ever sagging, yet wasn't firm either. Sakura shrugged, it must be a Shiranui Ninja trick. Sakura pulled on her spagetti straps and sighed at her own pitiful bosom. The dress was backless and hemline high to compensate but she didn't think it was enough. She'd had to fill out her figure if she ever wanted to land a stud like Ryu. -=-=- Rally was doing obscene things with her gun (thank God it wasn't loaded!) and rumpled by the time Bill came back. He watched her down another shoe full of liquor before kicking her leg high in the air and finishing her dirty joke. The girls around her laughed and filled her shoe again. Bill broke through and took the wine away from her. "Rally, no more for you, I think." "Awww, just one, please Billy-boy?", she slurred. "Tracy's gone to bed, maybe we oughtta do the same-" "Yeah, com'on Billy-baby! Come ta bed with Momma!" "I'll have to decline... let's go for a walk, Rally." With that he took her from the others and helped her stumble out to the beach. He tried to take her directly but she kept running into other people and when he tried to carry her she struggled and threatened to shoot him. So he was taking the long lonely, yet lovely, beach route. As they walked, Rally sobered up some really quick. "Oh my God, I'm such an idiot! I embarrassed myself in front of all those girls!", she condemned herself. "You just had a little to much to drink, that's all.", Bill comforted her. Rally was leaning on him, but slowly collapsed to the sand. "I don't want to go to sleep yet." "Okay, we can sit around here.", Bill said as he leaned against a tree, waiting for her to fall asleep. Rally suddenly started sobbing. Bill looked around uncomfortably and put an arm around her. "Who's gonna love me? Who is ever going to love me?", she wept. Bill didn't know what to say. He tried his best to comfort her without touching the subject. Finally she calmed down some. "You sleepy yet?" "Tell me a story." "What!?" He looked at her pitifully then reconsidered. "OK, you want a story. I'll tell you a story. Lemme see... okay, here goes: I was just starting out when...." -=-=- "...so me and Barkley were stinking drunk..." "Uh huh.", Rally said not really listening. Rally cuddled in closer. She let out a sigh and nudged him with her nose. "Kiss me." "...and we were out of ammo- W-what!?!", Bill stuttered. "Kiss me.", she said sleepily. "R-Rally, what are you saying?!" "Don't you want to?" Rally held the sides of his face and stared deeply into his eyes. "Yes- I mean no! Rally, what's wrong with you?" "Kiss me." She edged closer. "You're drunk!" "I haven't touched a drop!" "Rally....", Bill for once, found himself speechless. Rally took his silence as a "yes" and kissed him. She kissed him and didn't stop. Bill didn't know what to do. To say he wasn't attracted to Rally, he'd be lying to himself, but he respected her as a friend and professionally... there was no room for this. But at the same time, he was feeling a little steamy under the collar, too. Despite Rally's drunken behavior, now she kissed passionately and almost expertly. Bill found himself kissing back... and liking it. He ran his hands along her back, stopping at the small of her back. Bill reached behind her and put his hand on her butt, moaning. The two rolled in the sand, Bill kicked off his shoes as Rally fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. She got half way down her shirt when she decided to unzip her skirt and peel it off, tossing it away. Bill ran his large palm along her long lithe stocking clad legs, groaning as they pressed against each other. Rally was reaching up, behind her open blouse, to unclip her bra, when Bill freaked. "DAMN! What am I doing?!?", he backed away and hastily struggled to stuff his shirt back into his pants. Rally reached out for him, but realized the spell was broken. "Why did you do that?", she asked softly, as if she wasn't sure who she was questioning. "Is it so bad?" "Rally, I'm a bum! You can do better than me, you just had a little too much to drink and have been feeling lonely. I'm not *rejecting* you, I *protecting* you. I *know* Rally Vincent. And I know she doesn't want this... not like this. Neither do I." That was probably the deepest thing Bill had ever said... unfortunately it flew right over Rally's head. "Y-you're going to leave me like... like this?!", she gestured towards her half naked form. "Com'on! Don't ya think you are man enough?!" Bill shrugged and took the insult in stride, he couldn't handle the concept of Rally being even *remotely* sexually driven in any way. Probably because she had been so sterile to him before. "Rally...- I really-... I care for you, dammit! And I don't wanna see you like this! Get dressed! Get sober! Go to sleep! When this is all over, and we get to Chicago, I *SWEAR* I'm getting you a MAN!! And God help him! He'd better treat you..." Bill continued to ramble on with his horse voice as he covered Rally and lifted her limp form. Although Rally was drunk, drugged, and dazed, somehow what Bill had just done for her registered and she allowed herself a weak smile... before she threw up on him. -=-=- "I'm so *BORED*!", Ranma said as he leered at another babe strut past him, "All this luscious female flesh... and all I can do is *look*!" "Oh yeah?", Ranma said. Nabiki turned to him. "I wasn't talking to you!" Nabiki shrugged then whispered something about side effects in Kasumi's ear. , the succubus giggled. Ranma sat silent expecting something until he ran out of patience. Ranma found his eyes drawn towards a Chinese woman with finely sculptured legs. He could tell because the dress she wore had slits on either side that ran all the way to her waist... essentially she had a flap to cover her front, and a flap to cover her fanny. She was young yet very mature in appearance. Her bust wasn't half bad, either. Two ornaments stood out: the tightly wrapped buns on either side of her head and the large spiked bracelets on either wrist. He stuttered as Chun Li's clothing disappeared. Chun Li was acting as if nothing was happening so Ranma quickly took a look around to see if anyone else saw what was going on. To his shock, EVERYONE was nude! , Yasha cooed. The pervert drooled in the affirmative. Yasha toned it down a bit and changed it over to R-ray-ted (groan!) vision. , Ranma whined as he blinked at the fully clad women. Yasha tittered. , the succubus sighed. This trip was being very good to her. -=-=- King tossed her jacket in a corner and slumped down in her plush chair. Why was it so hot? Sure they were in the tropics, but nights were generally cool. She tugged at her neck-tie and pulled it loose, letting it dangle about her neck. Tossing her earrings aside, King pulled the front of her shirt a few times to cool down, then undid a couple of buttons. She rubbed her legs together as she slipped out of her shoes and stood up. King undid her belt, unzipped her pants, and freed her long legs of the hot and restricting clothing. That was so much better... she was a bit cooler now. She fanned herself then tugged the back of her panties a little. It would be cooler if.... , she thought as she ran her fingers over her bottom. King laughed and wondered what she was thinking. She undid her cuff-links and slipped her bra out from under her shirt. King threw herself back onto the bed, kicking her legs up. She couldn't sleep like this, it would rumple her good shirt. But she didn't want to get up so she just lay there a moment. Without consciously knowing it, King began running her hands along her frame, resting on her breasts. She tapped her fingers and carelessly teased her nipples through her shirt with her index and middle fingers. Again, King caught herself and wondered what she was doing. Just then a ring at the door. King sat up and adjusted herself, blushing for no apparent reason. "Who is it?" No answer. "Ikari?" "Yes, Madam?" "Who's at the door?" "It appears to be Miss Yuri S-" "Let her in." Ikari unlocked the door and Yuri slumped in carrying two pillows, a blanket, a teddy bear, and a bed roll. "Hey." "Yuri! What are you doing!?!" "I'm sleeping here tonight, okay?", she slurred. "What! Why?!" "Mai, stumbled into my room, drunk, and passed out on the floor." "So?" "She snores... loudly." "So?" "And talks in her sleep." "So?" "About Andy." "So?" "And her." "So?" "Doing...- err...- *things*." "Oh." King thought for a moment. "Why don't you sleep in *her* room then?!" Yuri shrugged. "I already searched her, she didn't have her keycard with her at the time... besides, I'm already here." "I'm sure Ikari can find you accommodations-" "Awww! Pleeeeeasse! I'm tired, wasted, and just wanna go to sleep!!!", Yuri whined pitifully. King had sympathy for her and gave in. Gesturing to the foot of the bed she helped Yuri roll out the bed roll. When that was done, Yuri fell asleep before her head hit the pillow, breathing softly. , King chuckled to herself as she watched Yuri suck her thumb and clutch her teddy bear. Yuri was wearing cotton shorts and a gray sports bra. King took the blanket and tucked Yuri in. King smiled again and bushed Yuri's bangs from her face before returning to her bed. King pulled up the covers, but the instant it seemed she would fall asleep, she found the pillow too hot. She flipped it over then found the covers too stuffy. For the next ten minutes King tossed and turned in a feverish manner knowing she needed her sleep yet unable to attain it. Hot and restless, King was on the verge of tears needing sleep. Kneeling in a defeated manner King didn't know what to do. Short of sleeping pills, there was only one thing that helped her relax enough to sleep... <*No*!> She couldn't! Did she dare? With Yuri only a few feet away? King crawled to the end of the bed and peered over the edge at Yuri. Yuri had kicked the blanket off and her shorts were riding up her legs. Her chest rose and fell with a steady rhythm. She showed no signs of being disturbed. King decided to do it. Closing her eyes, King lifted her shirt-tails above her waist, exposing her round bottom. King ran her fingers along her taut ass, down her thighs, and to the inside of her creamy thighs. Paranoid, King moved to the edge of the bed so that she could make sure Yuri wasn't awake. Satisfied that Yuri was in a deep slumber, King rubbed her flat stomach and went south... ecstasy. King began performing a regular ritual of fingering herself before bed. Lips parted, eyes shut tight, King slid a finger in herself, creaming over the digit. King breath shortened as she found herself tensing... her hunched over as she reached climax. Unable to restrain herself an audible gasp escaped her throat. King relaxed but couldn't bring herself to stop... a feverish lust possessed her as she continued to masturbate. Once was all she ever needed, what was going on? She was sweating now, panting, and face red with a hot blush. Inserting a second finger into her soaking sex, King continued until her body was wracked by two more successive orgasms. King stopped the movement of her fingers but didn't take them out of her cunt. A numbness entered her mind as she crawled along the floor to Yuri. King stared at Yuri with an animal-like look on her face. With no logic to her actions, King pulled out her creamy finger and put it lightly to Yuri's lips. The young woman seemed to murmur something then licked the tip of King's finger. Yuri sucked the finger to the knuckle before King pulled it out. King was in a cold sweat now, not sure or clear on what she was doing, yet doing it all with purpose. She bent over and kissed Yuri on the lips, their tongues dancing, King tasting herself. As they kissed King cupped Yuri's breasts in each hand and felt them rise and fall. King moved her hands in circles, dragging her fingers at the bare cleavage the bra exposed. King sat up and followed the seam at the bottom of the sports bra. Tempted to expose them now, King resisted and decided to save them for later. King sat between Yuri's spread legs and wrapped them around herself. She ran the length of Yuri's smooth legs and slid her delicate hands up the wide leg holes of Yuri's cotton shorts. To her delight, Yuri was naughtily pantiless. King squeezed the sweet, tight bottom, and the younger girl let out a moan. King moved her mouth to silence her and lay on top of her. King suddenly froze in terror. Yuri's arms were loosely wrapped around her neck. King pulled away to look into Yuri's face. She was dazed and had a far off look in her face... but she was awake. "Y-Yuri....", King could barely whisper a hoarse croaking in her state of fear. Yuri's eyes came to focus on King as she smiled. "Shhhh... I want you.", Yuri hushed her, placing a hand on King's breast for emphasis. King hugged her in tighter from Yuri's bottom, as Yuri sat up to embrace King. King's fingers entered Yuri from behind causing the girl to moan softly as she humped against the short-haired blonde. King was not an expert, but she wasn't without a clue either... Yuri quickly came soon after King began. King kept going, but Yuri stopped her, pulling King fingers out and holding them up. "Lick them." "You were awake?" Yuri nodded and gently pushed King's hand. King licked her fingers without taking her eyes from Yuri... Yuri had a really different flavor. After she finished Yuri guided King's hands to her breasts. "Finish.", she said as she dragged King's fingertips lower. King understood and pushed her fingers under the bra, moving upwards until she held a firm tit in each smooth palm. Yuri lifted the bra over her head and kept her hands at her sides. "You're so beautiful, Yuri." "King... I was thinking the same thing of you." King gently massaged the breasts, pinching the small erect nipples, and brushing her thumb in circles about the tip. Yuri's nipples weren't dark at all, instead they were a rosy pink that turned King on. King then realized Yuri had no tan-lines... she would have to ask about that later on. Yuri undid the rest of King's shirt and was giving King's slightly larger breasts similar treatment. A slight musk rose from the heat of their bodies and King's soaking panties. King finally decided she could take no more and began pulling Yuri's shorts off. After Yuri had untangled herself from her last piece of clothing, she hastily urged King to remove her panties. They were in such a rush that King only got them off one leg, leaving the tiny panties dangling on her ankle. King climbed on top of the smaller girl and began to eat out her cunt. King's long and muscular tongue pushed deeply into Yuri's sex. Yuri squirmed under the blonde in pleasure, trying her best to return the favor, succeeding in licking King's clit with long broad strokes of her small pink tongue. The two pleasured each other with abandon, often climaxing in rapid succession. Finally, when they were nearly exhausted, the two cuddled together on the bed and kissed before drifting off to slumber land. -=-=- Yasha laughed to herself as she watched Nabiki leave Ranma's room walking funny. The new hentai Ranma must have given her quite a workout. She was going to pay him a visit but decided against it... he probably needed his rest. "Yasha...." "Morrigan?", Yasha turned her head in surprise. When she saw her, she ran to hug the elder succubus. "Morrigan!" "Yasha.", Morrigan smiled. "What are you doing here?", she said excitedly, "I mean, I know what you're doing here but- I meant to look you up but I've been so-" "It's okay, calm down. I know, we've got a lot of catching up to do-" "Do you still wear those bat wings? That went out of style eons ago!" "Hey, I like them and their destined to make a comeback! Even Lilith and Jedah are wearing them these days.", she defended. "Wait a minute. You've been exiled ages longer than I've been away... how are you so up to date?" Morrigan frowned slightly. "... You see, that's what I came to see you about." "Huh? Speak plainly." "You've got to come back, Yasha... if you don't, you risk exile." "What do you mean?" "Come back." "The Magistrate set it up so that I'd be stranded on Earth!" "You know that! I know that! Hell, *everyone* knows it! But officially, you went on a dream patrol and decided not to come back-" "If I do they just send me on some other-", Yasha began scornfully. Morrigan put a hand on her shoulder. "Right now, it *does* seem like you want to stay. But Sister if you continue like this, you'll be classified as a rouge... like me." "How would a rouge be up to date? Why would a rouge tell me all this?" "My rogue status has been revoked-" "WHAT?!" "-*IF* I bring you back. Listen Yasha... I love this place as much as you but Hell is our home. You don't know how painful it is to be told you can't go home....", Morrigan's voice trailed off softly. Yasha considered and asked unsurely: "If I went... how long would I have to stay?" "The conditions of this recall are strict... you'd have to be there for about a few years or so." "How many?" "Just a few hundred... maybe a thousand." "T-that's too long- I can't!", Yasha cried. Morrigan looked at her for a long time. "It is a human?" Yasha looked at her innocently, but she could tell Morrigan's gaze could see through to the truth. Yasha's face fell. "I thought so... you're not the first one. That was my downfall too...." "..." "His name was Lucien... he loved me for what I was and not my talents as a succubus... although he admired those too." "It's the same with Ranma!", Yasha said excitedly. "But then he died, I mourned, time passed, and I forgot him. And I found myself exiled from my home. Their lifespans are just a blink in ours, that moment of bliss isn't worth the torture of being orphaned, Yasha." What she said disturbed Yasha. She loved Ranma but she knew he didn't and wouldn't ever love her in the same way... was it worth it? And Ranko. She was developing feelings for Ukyou... but she was just a construct of her imagination. Slowly she turned to Morrigan. "I'll think about it." She left. Morrigan waited until she was sure Yasha was gone... then emitted a faint smile. -=-=-